At least nine events of permanent historic interest have occurred in American literature within the past few years: they are represented by the publication of nine volumes of Emerson's _Journals_. Those who are trying to achieve a personal religion, which acknowledges God as an immanence instead of a proposition, hail with a quiet joy every extraction from the great mine in which Emerson stored the jewels of his life. If we do not recognize them as lapidarious we must perceive them as the better metals of ourselves, for this "friend and aider of those who would live in the spirit" inhumed those spiritual values which all men at some time or another seek as their own. Emerson buoys us up for our common struggles and makes us conscious of that aid which is the awakening of latent power. He composed the bricks which thousands of builders have used in fashioning beautiful personal temples. "I dot evermore in my endless journal," he wrote to Carlyle; "... the arrangement loiters long, and I get a brick-kiln instead of a house." Speaking of his philosophical work he confesses a "formidable tendency to the lapidary style," and adds, "I build my house of boulders." Emerson's published journals are kilns and quarries from which the foundation materials for the edifice of character have been obtained by countless builders. If he could not construct a system of philosophy, as Arnold alleges, he could and did provide the "boulders" and indicate the pattern which others have used. He is a part of every well-read American, and, chiefly through Carlyle, still lives in the land of his forefathers. He was an inspiration to Whitman, one of whose "specimen days" closed with "a long and blessed evening with Emerson." Such evenings are as real now as in Whitman's time, and are more commonly experienced, for Emerson is westward-bound. He has traveled slowly in this direction: "boulders" are not carried by exploiters and pioneers who build and live in a world not of "the spirit" but of the senses. With the establishing of easier communication between centers of thought and fields of action in America, New England "boulders" were brought hither, to chink the crude walls of western life; and it is a token of Emerson's vitality and spiritual universality that his "bricks" and "boulders" are discoverable in all sorts of shacks which men are trying to improve. Lumber decays, but "boulders" remain, and some of them become talismanic.