There are many sentences cited by Mr. Emerson which remind us very strongly of his own writings.  Such a passage as the following might have come from his Essay, “Nature,” but it was written when her nephew was only four years old.

“Malden, 1807, September.—­The rapture of feeling I would part from for days devoted to higher discipline.  But when Nature beams with such excess of beauty, when the heart thrills with hope in its Author,—­feels it is related to Him more than by any ties of creation,—­it exults, too fondly, perhaps, for a state of trial.  But in dead of night, nearer morning, when the eastern stars glow, or appear to glow, with more indescribable lustre, a lustre which penetrates the spirits with wonder and curiosity,—­then, however awed, who can fear?”—­“A few pulsations of created beings, a few successions of acts, a few lamps held out in the firmament, enable us to talk of Time, make epochs, write histories,—­to do more,—­to date the revelations of God to man.  But these lamps are held to measure out some of the moments of eternity, to divide the history of God’s operations in the birth and death of nations, of worlds.  It is a goodly name for our notions of breathing, suffering, enjoying, acting.  We personify it.  We call it by every name of fleeting, dreaming, vaporing imagery.  Yet it is nothing.  We exist in eternity.  Dissolve the body and the night is gone; the stars are extinguished, and we measure duration by the number of our thoughts, by the activity of reason, the discovery of truths, the acquirement of virtue, the approval of God.”

Miss Mary Emerson showed something of the same feeling towards natural science which may be noted in her nephews Waldo and Charles.  After speaking of “the poor old earth’s chaotic state, brought so near in its long and gloomy transmutings by the geologist,” she says:—­

“Yet its youthful charms, as decked by the hand of Moses’ Cosmogony, will linger about the heart, while Poetry succumbs to science.”—­“And the bare bones of this poor embryo earth may give the idea of the Infinite, far, far better than when dignified with arts and industry; its oceans, when beating the symbols of countless ages, than when covered with cargoes of war and oppression.  How grand its preparation for souls, souls who were to feel the Divinity, before Science had dissected the emotions and applied its steely analysis to that state of being which recognizes neither psychology nor element.”—­“Usefulness, if it requires action, seems less like existence than the desire of being absorbed in God, retaining consciousness....  Scorn trifles, lift your aims; do what you are afraid to do.  Sublimity of character must come from sublimity of motive.”

So far as hereditary and family influences can account for the character and intellect of Ralph Waldo Emerson, we could hardly ask for a better inborn inheritance, or better counsels and examples.