IthinkthatIdidnottrytoseeCambridgethesamedaythatIsawLowell，butwiselycamebacktomyhotelinBoston，andtriedtorealizethefact。Iwentoutanotherday，withanacquaintancefromOhio；whomI
ranuponinthestreet。WewenttoMountAuburntogether，andIvieweditsmonumentswithareverencewhichIdaresaytheirartisticqualitydidnotmerit。ButIam，notsorryforthis，forperhapstheyarenotquitesobadassomepeoplepretend。TheGothicchapelofthecemetery，unsortedasitwas，gaveme，withitshalf—dozenstatuesstandingorsittingabout，anemotionsuchasIamafraidIcouldnotreceivenowfromtheAcropolis，WestminsterAbbey，andSantaCroceainone。Itriedhardforsomeaestheticsenseofit，andImadebelievethatIthoughtthisthingandthatthingintheplacemovedmewithitsfitnessorbeauty；butthetruthisthatIhadnotasteinanythingbutliterature，anddidnotfeeltheeffectIwouldsowillinglyhaveexperienced。
IdidgenuinelylovetheelmyquietofthedearoldCambridgestreets，though，andIhadarealandinstantpleasureintheyellowcolonialhouses，withtheirwhitecornersandcasementsandtheirgreenblinds，thatlurkedbehindtheshrubberyoftheavenueIpassedthroughtoMountAuburn。Themostbeautifulamongthemwasthemostinterestingforme，foritwasthehouseofLongfellow；mycompanion，whohadseenitbefore，pointeditouttomewithanairofcustom，andIwouldnotlethimseethatIvaluedthefirstsightofitasIdid。IhadhopedthatsomehowI
mightbesofavoredastoseeLongfellowhimself，butwhenIaskedabouthimofthosewhoknew，theysaid，\"Oh，heisatNahant，\"andIthoughtthatNahantmustbeagreatwayoff，andatanyrateIdidnotfeelauthorizedtogotohimthere。NeitherdidIgotoseetheauthorof’TheAmberGods’，wholivedatNewburyport，Iwastold，asifIshouldknowwhereNewburyportwas；Ididnotknow，andIhatedtoask。Besides，itdidnotseemsosimpleasithadseemedinOhio，togoandseeayoungladysimplybecauseIwasinfatuatedwithherliterature；evenastheenvoyofalltheinfatuatedyoungpeopleofColumbus，Icouldnotquitedothis；andwhenIgothome，IhadtoaccountformyfailureasbestI
could。AnotherfailureofminewasthesightofWhittier，whichIthenverymuchlongedtohave。Theysaid，\"Oh，WhittierlivesatAmesbury，\"