A bald, white-mustached and be- spectacled man, whose red lips and rotund girth belied his 74 years, bent feverishly over a manuscript in Harvard's Widener Library one day last week, writing for all he was worth. Reluctantly he went home that evening, planning what he would do on the morrow. That night he suffered a cerebral hemorrhage. Next afternoon he was dead.
He was Edward Channing, professor emeritus of history at Harvard, son of two Emersonian Transcendentalists, Poet William Ellery Channing and Ellen K. Fuller. He had written so feverishly in order to accomplish...
To continue reading:
or
Log-In
