those patrician qualities and democratic principles which made Lowell
anomalous even to himself。 He is part of the anti…slavery history of his
time； and he gave to the oppressed his strenuous help both as a man and a
politician； his gifts and learning in the law were freely at their
service。 He never lost his interest in those white slaves； whose brutal
bondage he remembered as bound with them in his 'Two Years Before the
Mast；' and any luckless seaman with a case or cause might count upon his
friendship as surely as the black slaves of the South。 He was able to
temper his indignation for their oppression with a humorous perception of
what was droll in its agents and circumstances； and I wish I could recall
all that he said once about sea…etiquette on merchant vessels； where the
chief mate might no more speak to the captain at table without being
addressed by him than a subject might put a question to his sovereign。
He was amusing in his stories of the Pacific trade in which he said it
was very noble to deal in furs from the Northwest； and very ignoble to
deal in hides along the Mexican and South American coasts。 Every ship's
master wished naturally to be in the fur…carrying trade； and in one of
Dana's instances； two vessels encounter in mid…ocean； and exchange the
usual parley as to their respective ports of departure and destination。
The final demand comes through the trumpet； 〃What cargo？〃 and the captain
so challenged yields to temptation and roars back 〃Furs！〃 A moment of
hesitation elapses； and then the questioner pursues； 〃Here and there a
horn？〃
There were other distinctions； of which seafaring men of other days were
keenly sensible； and Dana dramatized the meeting of a great； swelling
East Indiaman； with a little Atlantic trader； which has hailed her。 She
shouts back through her captain's trumpet that she is from Calcutta； and
laden with silks； spices； and other orient treasures； and in her turn she
requires like answer from the sail which has presumed to enter into
parley with her。 〃What cargo？〃 The trader confesses to a mixed cargo for
Boston； and to the final question； her master replies in meek apology；
〃Only from Liverpool； sir！〃 and scuttles down the horizon as swiftly as
possible。
Dana was not of the Cambridge men whose calling was in Cambridge。 He was
a lawyer in active practice； and he went every day to Boston。 One was
apt to meet him in those horse…cars which formerly tinkled back and forth
between the two cities； and which were often so full of one's
acquaintance that they had all the social elements of an afternoon tea。
They were abusively overcrowded at times； of course； and one might easily
see a prime literary celebrity swaying from； a strap； or hanging uneasily
by the hand…rail to the lower steps of the back platform。 I do not mean
that I ever happened to see the author of Two Years Before the Mast in
either fact； but in his celebrity he had every qualification for the
illustration of my point。 His book probably carried the American name
farther and wider than any American books except those of Irving and
Cooper at a day when our writers were very little known； and our
literature was the only infant industry not fostered against foreign
ravage； but expressly left to harden and strengthen itself as it best
might in a heartless neglect even at home。 The book was delightful； and
I remember it from a reading of thirty years ago； as of the stuff that
classics are made of。 I venture no conjecture as to its present
popularity； but of all books relating to the sea I think it； is the best。
The author when I knew him was still Richard Henry Dana； Jr。； his father；
the aged poet； who first established the name in the public recognition；
being alive； though past literary activity。 It was distinctively a
literary race； and in the actual generation it has given proofs of its
continued literary vitality in the romance of 'Espiritu Santo' by the
youngest daughter of the Dana I knew。
VII。
There could be no stronger contrast to him in origin； education； and
character than a man who lived at the same time in Cambridge； and who
produced a book which in its final fidelity to life is not unworthy to be
named with 'Two Years Before the Mast。' Ralph Keeler wrote the 'Vagabond
Adventures' which he had lived。 I have it on my heart to name him in the
presence of our great literary men not only because I had an affection
for him； tenderer than I then knew； but because I believe his book is
worthier of more remembrance than it seems to enjoy。 I was reading it
only the other day； and I found it delightful； and much better than I
imagined when I accepted for the Atlantic the several papers which it is
made up of。 I am not sure but it belongs to the great literature in that
fidelity to life which I have spoken of； and which the author brought
himself to practise with such difficulty； and under so much stress from
his editor。 He really wanted to fake it at times； but he was docile at
last and did it so honestly that it tells the history of his strange
career in much better terms than it can be given again。 He had been； as
he claimed； 〃a cruel uncle's ward〃 in his early orphan…hood； and while
yet almost a child he had run away from home； to fulfil his heart's
desire of becoming a clog…dancer in a troupe of negro minstrels。 But it
was first his fate to be cabin…boy and bootblack on a lake steamboat；
and meet with many squalid adventures； scarcely to be matched outside of
a Spanish picaresque novel。 When he did become a dancer （and even a
danseuse） of the sort he aspired to be； the fruition of his hopes was so
little what he imagined that he was very willing to leave the Floating
Palace on the Mississippi in which his troupe voyaged and exhibited； and
enter the college of the Jesuit Fathers at Cape Girardeau in Missouri。
They were very good to him； and in their charge he picked up a good deal
more Latin； if not less Greek than another strolling player who also took
to literature。 From college Keeler went to Europe； and then to
California； whence he wrote me that he was coming on to Boston with the
manuscript of a novel which he wished me to read for the magazine。 I
reported against it to my chief； but nothing could shake Keeler's faith
in it； until he had printed it at his own cost； and known it fail
instantly and decisively。 He had come to Cambridge to see it through the
press； and he remained there four or five years； with certain brief
absences。 Then； during the Cuban insurrection of the early seventies； he
accepted the invitation of a New York paper to go to Cuba as its
correspondent。
〃Don't go； Keeler；〃 I entreated him； when he came to tell me of his
intention。 〃They'll garrote you down there。〃
〃Well；〃 he said； with the air of being pleasantly interested by the
coincidence； as he stood on my study hearth with his feet wide apart in
a fashion he had； and gayly flirted his hand in the air； 〃that's what
Aldrich says； and he's agreed to write my biography； on condition that
I make a last dying speech when they bring me out on the plaza to do it；
'If I had taken the advice of my friend T。 B。 Aldrich； author of
'Marjorie Daw and Other People；' I should not now be in this place。'〃
He went； and he did not come back。 He was not indeed garroted as his
friends had promised； but he was probably assassinated on the steamer by
which he sailed from Santiago； for he never arrived in Havana； and was
never heard of again。
I now realize that I loved him； though I did as little to show it as men
commonly do。 If I am to meet somewhere else the friends who are no
longer here； I should like to meet Ralph Keeler； and I would take some
chances of meeting in a happy place a soul which had by no means kept
itself unspotted； but which in all its consciousness of error； cheerfully
trusted that 〃the Almighty was not going to scoop any of us。〃 The faith
worded so grotesquely could not have been more simply or humbly affirmed；
and no man I think could have been more helplessly sincere。 He had
nothing of that false self…respect which forbids a man to own himself
wrong promptly and utterly when need is； and in fact he owned to some
things in his checkered past which would hardly allow him any sort of
self…respect。 He had always an essential gaiety not to be damped by any
discipline； and a docility which expressed itself in cheerful compliance。
〃Why do you use bias for opinion？〃 I demanded； in going over a proof with
him。 〃Oh； because I'm such an asssuch a bi…ass。〃
He had a philosophy which he liked to impress with a vivid touch on his
listener's shoulder： 〃Put your finger on the present moment and enjoy it。
It's the only one you've got； or ever will have。〃 This light and joyous
creature could not but be a Pariah among our Brahmins； and I need not say
that I never met him in any of the great Cambridge houses。 I am not sure
that he was a persona grata to every one in my own； for Keeler was framed
rather for men's liking； and Mr。 Aldrich and I had our subtleties as to
whether his mind about women was not so Chinese as somewhat to infect his
manner。 Keeler was too really modest to be of any rebellious mind
towards the society which ignored him； and of too sweet a cheerfulness to
be greatly vexed by it。 He lived on in the house of a suave old actor；
who oddly made his home in Cambridge； and he continued of a harmless
Bohemianism in his daily walk； which included lunches at Boston
restaurants as often as he could get you to let him give them you； if you
were of his acquaintance。 On a Sunday he would appear coming out of the
post…office usually at the hour when all cultivated Cambridge was coming
for its letters； and wave a glad hand in air； and shout a blithe
salutation to the friend he had marked for his companion in a morning
stroll。 The stroll was commonly over the flats towards Brighton （I do
not know why； except perhaps that it was out of the beat of the better
element） and the talk was mainly of literature； in which he was doing
less than he meant to do； and which he seemed never able quite to feel
was not a branch of the Show Business； and might not be legitimately
worked by