d with this petition, but I remember his
saying how much he had been touched by it, and how glad he should be
to address such a body of mis- or dis-believers. He was a man of
remarkable physical vigor, and excelled in all feats of strength and
activity, having, when first he came to Boston, opened a gymnasium
for the training of the young Harvard scholars in such exercises. He
had the sensibility and gentleness of a woman, the imagination of a
poet, and the courage of a hero; a genial kindly sense of humor, and
buoyant elastic spirit of joyousness, that made him, with his fine
intellectual and moral qualities, an incomparable friend and teacher
to the young, for whose rejoicing vitality he had the sympathy of
fellowship as well as the indulgence of mature age, and whose
enthusiasm he naturally excited to the highest degree.

His countenance was the reflection of his noble nature. My
intercourse with him influenced my life while it lasted, and long
after his death the thought of what would have been approved or
condemned by him affected my actions.

Many years after his death, I was speaking of him to Waeleker, the
Nestor of German professors, the most learned of German
philologists, historians, archaeologists, and antiquarians, and he
broke out into enthusiastic praise of Follen, who had been his
pupil at Jena, and to whose mental and moral worth he bore, with
deep emotion, a glowing testimony.]

BUTLER PLACE, March 23rd, 1840.

I have just learned, dearest Harriet, that the Censorship [office of
licenser of plays] has been transferred from my father to my brother
John, which I am very glad to hear, as I imagine, though I do not know
it, that the death of Mr. Beaumont must have put an end to the existence
of the _British and Foreign Review_, for which he employed my brother as
editor.

If the salary of licenser is an addition to the income attached to his
editorship of the _Review_, my brother will be placed in comfortable
circumstances; and I hope this may prove to be the case--though ladies
are not apt to be so in love with abstract political principles as to
risk certain thousands every year merely to promote their quarterly
illustration in a _Review_, and I shall not be at all surprised to learn
that Mrs. Beaumont declines doing so any longer.

[Mrs. Wentworth Beaumont, mother of