Amid the mighty wrecks that strew his path, PARAGRAPHS. (From Prenticeana.) A pin has as much head as a good many authors, and a good deal more point. The Turkish men hold that women have no souls, and prove by their treatment of them that they have none themselves. A writer in the "American Agriculturist" insists that farmers ought to learn to make better fences. Why not establish a fencing-school for their benefit? The thumb is a useful member, but, because you have one, you needn't necessarily try to keep your neighbors under it. The greatest truths are the simplest; the greatest man and women are sometimes so, too. A New Orleans poet calls the Mississippi the most eloquent of rivers. It ought to be eloquent; it has a dozen mouths. EDWARD COATE PINKNEY. 1802-1828. EDWARD COATE* PINKNEY was the son of the distinguished orator and statesman, William Pinkney, of Maryland, and was born in London while his father was minister to England. After attending the College of Baltimore, he entered the Navy at fourteen years of age and spent much of his time of service in the Mediterranean. On his father's death, 1822, he returned to Baltimore and engaged in the practice of law, at the same time making some reputation * Mr Charles Weathers Bump Ph. D. (Johns-Hopkins), says this name should be Coote, as it so stands in the register of Pinkney's baptism, which he has seen. by his poems. "A Health" and "Picture Song" are considered his best-their beauty makes us mourn his early death. At the time he was numbered one of the "five greatest poets of the country." On his return from a journey to Mexico, taken for his health, he was elected, in 1826, professor of Belles-lettres in the University of Maryland, formerly called the College of Baltimore. Of her bright face, one glance will trace And of her voice in echoing hearts A sound must long remain ; But memory such as mine of her So very much endears, I fill this cup to one made up A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon Her health! and would on earth there stood Some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, And weariness a name. SONG. We break the glass, whose sacred wine, Should e'er the hallowed toy profane: Its tide of feelings out for thee, But still the old empassioned ways Thine image chambered in my brain; Went by like flights of living birds, Or that soft chain of spoken flowers And airy gems, thy words. Tulane University, New Orleans, La. Limited space permits us to give view of only one of the buildings of this gr institution. CHARLES ETIENNE ARTHUR GAYARRÉ. 1805- CHARLES ÉTIENNE ARTHUR GAYARRÉ, descended from a family which was among the early settlers of Louisiana, was born in New Orleans. He was educated at the College of New Orleans, studied law in Philadelphia, and served in the State Legislature. In 1835, he was elected to the United States Senate, but ill-health prevented his taking the seat, and he spent the eight succeeding years in Europe. He was afterwards Secretary of State of Louisiana, and in the seven years of his service he did much to promote an interest in letters and history, and to establish the State Library on a firm basis. He sided with his State in secession, and in 1863 recommended the emancipation and arming of the slaves. Since the war, he has spent his time in literary work, and has written both in English and French, gaining a distinguished place especially as a historian. WORKS. Histoire de la Louisiane. Romance of the History of Louisiana. Louisiana: Colonial History. Louisiana, as a French Colony. History of the Spanish Dominion in Louis iana. Phillip II. of Spain. Aubert Dubayet. School for Politics, [drama]. Dr. Bluff, comedy in 2 Acts. History of Louisiana, to 1861. Judge Gayarré has been an able and tireless worker in the history and literature of his native state. His works are admirable, full of life and color, although his style is lacking in terseness and strength. "He has indicated in the first volume of his 'History of Louisiana' what might be done by a gifted fiction-writer with the picturesque legends and traditions therein heaped together in luxuriant confusion. |