"The faint old man shall lean his silver head To feel thee; thou shalt kiss the child asleep, His temples, while his breathing grows more deep; And softly part his curtains to allow Thy visit, grateful to his burning brow." "Go-but the circle of eternal change, That is the life of Nature, shall restore, He hears the rustling leaf and running stream." We would be glad to quote Bryant's pieces on the "Death of the Flowers" and " Autumn Woods," but our prescribed limits forbid. We shall be obliged, also, to be more brief in the notices and quotations that follow, in respect to other authors, only adding the fine description given of Bryant, that "he is the translator of the silent language of Nature to the world," and the remark that his poems are valuable, not only for their intrinsic excellence, but for the purifying influence their wide circulation is calculated to exercise on national feelings and manners. (2.) FITZ-GREENE HALLECK, Connecticut, born 1795, He is author of the beautiful lines in memory of his friend Dr. Drake, the poet, beginning with "Green be the turf above thee, "Fanny," The following sketch of the "Yankees" is taken from an unpublished poem, entitled Connecticul: "They love their land because it is their own, A stubborn race, fearing and flattering none. With merchandise, pounds, shillings, pence, and peddling, A decent living. The Virginians look As Gabriel on the devil in Paradise. But these are but their outcasts. View them near At home, where all their worth and pride are placed : And there their hospitable fires burn clear, And there the lowliest farm-house hearth is graced With manly hearts, in piety sincere, Faithful in love, in honor stern and chaste, In friendship warm and true, in danger brave, SECTION V (1.) N. P. WILLIS, Maine, born 1807. In the opinion of Mr. Griswold, "the prose and poetry of Mr. Willis are alike distinguished for exquisite finish and melody. His language is pure, varied, and rich; his imagination brilliant, and his wit of the finest quality. Many of his descriptions of natural scenery are written pictures: and no other author has represented with equal vivacity and truth the manners of the age. His dramatic poems have been the most successful works of their kind produced in America. They exhibit a deep acquaintance with the common sympathies and passions, and are as remarkable as his other writings for affluence of language and imagery, and descriptive power. Willis is more than any other of our best writers the poet of the world, familiar with the secret springs of action in social life, and moved himself by the same influences which guide his fellows. His pieces are various, presenting strong contrasts, and they are alike excellent;" but he has too generally employed his pen upon light and frivolous topics. His "Scripture Sketches" and "Unwritten Philosophy' prove him capable of the loftiest and strongest efforts of genius. The following is an extract from his "Absalom :" 46 King David's limbs were weary. He had fled The bursting heart may pour itself in prayer! Whose love had been his shield; and his deep tone For his estranged, misguided Absalom The proud, bright being who had burst away, The heart that cherish'd him-for him he pour'd, ON THE DEATH OF A YOUNG GIRL. That she will no more come-that from her cheek * * and on her lip, * That was so exquisitely pure, the dew The melting of a star into the sky While you are gazing on it, or a dream In its most ravishing sweetness rudely broken." (2.) MRS. L. H. SIGOURNEY, of Connecticut: born in 1797. Her poetical productions are very numerous. Her contributions to periodical works are very frequent, and, in general, excellent; always so in respect to their religious spirit and tendency. She deserves the gratitude of her age for her numerous writings, both in prose and poetry. Among the former stand high in public favor her "Letters to Young Ladies." In her elegant work, "Pleasant Memoirs of Pleasant Lands," published since her recent visit to England, we find the following notice of the poet Southey, whom she declined going to see on account of his mental derangement: I thought to see thee in thy lake-girt home, Thou of creative soul! I thought with thee And hear the voice whose echoes, wild and free, Had strangely thrill'd me, when my life was new, Sat on the lip, in fond, familiar word, Nor through the speaking eye her love repaid, 1835, bears the following just tribute to Mrs. Sigourney: The excellence of all her poems is quiet and unassuming. They are full of the sweet images and bright associations of domestic life; its unobtrusive happiness, its unchanging affections, and its cares and sorrows; of the feelings naturally inspired by life's vicissitudes, from the cradle to the deathbed; of the hopes that burn, like the unquenched altar-fire, in that chosen dwelling-place of virtue and religion. The light of a pure and unostentatious faith shines around them, blending with her thoughts, and giving a tender coloring to her contemplations, like the melancholy beauty of our own autumnal scenery." We only add the following beautiful lines on the MARRIAGE OF THE DEAF AND DUMB. No word! no sound! But yet a solemn rite Methinks this silence heavily doth brood Which angels breathe? Mute! mute! 'tis passing strange! With which she turns in every thought to him, So, ye voiceless pair, Pass on in hope. For ye may build as firm Your silent altar in each others' hearts, And catch the sunshine through the clouds of time As cheerily, as though the pomp of speech Did herald forth the deed. And when ye dwell BB |