It may be a fond exaggeration, but I think he was the most brilliant intellect ever born in Massachusetts.
Mr.Webster, who was consulted as to where Emerson should settle, said, "Settle! Let him settle anywhere.

Let him settle in the midst of the back woods of Maine, the clients will throng after him." Mr.Everett delivered an eloquent eulogy after his death, at the Phi Beta Kappa dinner at Harvard.
Dr.Holmes' exquisite tribute in his Phi Beta poems is well known: Thou calm, chaste scholar! I can see thee now, The first young laurels on they pallid brow, O'er thy slight figure floating lightly down In graceful folds the academic gown, On thy curled lip the classic lines that taught How nice the mind that sculptured them with thought, And triumph glistening in the clear blue eye, Too bright to live,--but Oh! too fair to die.
Dr.Holmes also says in his last tribute to Waldo: "Of Charles Chauncey, the youngest brother, I knew something in my college days.

A beautiful, high-souled, pure, exquisitely delicate nature in a slight but finely wrought mortal frame, he was for me the very ideal of an embodied celestial intelligence.
I may venture to mention a trivial circumstance, because it points to the character of his favorite reading, which was likely to be guided by the same tastes as his brother's, and may have been specially directed by him.

Coming into my room one day, he took up a copy of Hazlitt's British Poets.

He opened it to the poem of Andrew Marvell's, entitled, 'The Nymph Complaining for the Death of her Fawn,' which he read to me with delight irradiating his expressive features.