He seems, indeed, no longer battling; be victory is won; but it remains to know what are the spoils and where they are to be gathered.

Of course there are interludes of his irrepressible philosophizing on moral questions.

And at the very end, under date of May 23, 1844, we find the following: "This afternoon brings me to the close of this book.

How different are the emotions with which I close it from those with which I opened it at Brook Farm, now little more (a month) than a year ago! How fruitful has this year been to me! How strangely mysterious and beautiful! And now my soul foreshadows more the next year than ever it presaged before.

My life is beyond my grasp, and bears me on will-lessly to its destined haven.