Longfellow, I believe, is not yet at the Oxbow, else the winged horse would neigh at him.

But here in Lenox I should find our most truthful novelist [Miss Sedgwick], who has made the scenery and life of Berkshire all her own.

On the hither side of Pittsfield sits Herman Melville, shaping out the gigantic conception of his 'White Whale,' while the gigantic shadow of Greylock looms upon him from his study window.

Another bound of my flying steed would bring me to the door of Holmes, whom I mention last, because Pegasus would certainly unseat me the next minute, and claim the poet as his rider.' While at Pittsfield, Mr.Melville was induced to enter the lecture field.

From 1857 to 1860 he filled many engagements in the lyceums, chiefly speaking of his adventures in the South Seas.