Ripley's decease, as follows:--
"It is not too much to say that every person who was at Brook Farm for
any length of time has ever since looked back to it with a feeling of
satisfaction. The healthy mixture of manual and intellectual labor, the
kindly and unaffected social relations, the absence of everything like
assumptions or servility, the amusements, the discussions, the
friendships, the ideal and poetical atmosphere which gave a charm to
life--all these continue to create a picture toward which the mind
turns back with pleasure as to something distant and beautiful not
elsewhere met with amid the routine of this world."
Whatever may be said of the tone of the articles that come from his
pen, their ability is unquestioned, and it is not a secret that in Mr.
Ripley's judgment Charles A. Dana, of the New York _Sun_, was the
ablest editor in the world.
The "Poet," as we called him, as editor of Dwight's _Journal of
Music_, and also as critic, was deserving of especial credit for his
services in musical culture. Earnest, refined, always endeavoring to do
right, but strict in his pleasant criticisms, he pointed upward to
higher ideals. Living alone in his latter years like a bachelor, he
sought solace in his refined tastes with cultivated people.
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