Here are the lady and her lover. Like rarest porcelain were they, A subterranean cave. 'Tis pity that their loves were vices, The sequel. There was an age, they tell us, when No dial needed they to measure Where earth, a luminous sphere portrayed, Yes, although fleeting rapidly, It sometimes may be ours, And he was gladsome as the bee,† Might this endure?—her husband came But ere his tongue pronounced her shame, 'Twas whispered by whose hand he fell, And Rodolph's prosperous loves were gone. The lady sought a convent-cell, And lived in penitence alone; Thrice blest, that she the waves among Happy, the monster of that Nile, We perish slowly-loss of breath She ceased to smile back on the sun, Their task the Destinies had done; And earth, which gave, resumed the charms, Whose freshness withered in its arms: But never walked upon its face, Nor mouldered in its dull embrace, A creature fitter to prepare Sorrow, or social joy to share: We grieve when morning puts to flight Of thought-the woman, and the dream? A second part describes the visions of Rodolph's distempered mind. In it occurs this fine passage on the prophetic sense of fear. Hearts are prophets still. Their voices-fear can still divine: The soul all hostile advents sees, Like shadows by a brilliant day Things which, like fleeting insect-mothers And forthwith lose their own. The remaining poems were brief, consisting of a short poetical sketch, The Indian's Bride; a Reminiscence of Italy; an Occasional Prologue, delivered at the Greek Benefit in Baltimore in 1823, and a number of passionate, sensuous songs, dedicated to love and the fair. The author did not long survive the publication of this volume. He died in Baltimore in 1828. An appreciative biographical notice of him appeared the year previously, from the pen of the late William Leggett, in the "Old Mirror," which speaks warmly of his shorter poems as "rich in beauties of a peculiar nature, and not surpassed by productions of a similar character in the English language." The poem "On Italy," Leggett especially admired. He particularly notes the power of the four lines beginning * Vide Suetonius. The winds are awed, nor dare to breathe aloud; and the beauty of the portrait in "The Indian's Bride." Exchanging lustre with the sun, A part of day she strays- The poems of Pinkney were published in a second edition at Baltimore in 1838, and in 1844 appeared, with a brief introduction by Mr. N. P. Willis, in the series of the Mirror Library entitled "The Rococo." ITALY. Know'st thou the land which lovers ought to choose? Like blessings there descend the sparkling dews; The purple vintage clusters in the sun; Where bright-plumed birds discourse their careless loves. Beloved!-speed we from this sullen strand Until thy light feet press that green shore's yellow sand. Look seaward thence, and naught shall meet thine eye But fairy isles, like paintings on the sky; It looks a dimple on the face of earth, The winds are awed, nor dare to breathe aloud; The meanest stone is not without a name. THE INDIAN'S BRIDE Why is that graceful female here Her candid brow, disclose The loitering Spring's last violet, And Summer's earliest rose: A part of day she strays- Their hearts from very difference caught The household goddess here to be And sought in this sequestered wood Behold them roaming hand in hand, While she assumes a bolder gait And momently grows mild; She humanizes him, and he Oh, say not they must soon be old, Their limbs prove faint, their breasts feel cold! More than my words express, Repining towards the past: Their actions are all free, And how should they have any cares?- The world, or all they know of it, Is theirs for them the stars are lit For them the branches of those trees And glittering insects flit about For them that brook, the brakes among, Their shapes diversify, And change at once, like smiles and frowns, For them, and by them, all is gay, To outward forms imparting thus The glory of their state. Could aught be painted otherwise Than fair, seen through her star-bright eyes? He too, because she fills his sight, Each object falsely sees; The pleasure that he has in her, Makes all things seem to please. And this is love;-and it is life They lead, that Indian and his wife. A PICTURE-SONG. How may this little tablet feign the features of a face, Which o'er-informs with loveliness its proper share of space; Or human hands on ivory enable us to see The charms that all must wonder at, thou work of gods, in thee! But yet, methinks, that sunny smile familiar stories tells, And I should know those placid eyes, two shaded crystal wells; Nor can my soul the limner's art attesting with a sigh, Forget the blood that decked thy cheek, as rosy clouds the sky. They could not semble what thou art, more excellent than fair, As soft as sleep or pity is, and pure as mountain air; But here are common, earthly hues, to such an aspect wrought, That none, save thine, can seem so like the beautiful of thought. The song I sing, thy likeness like, is painful mimicry Of something better, which is now a memory to me, Who have upon life's frozen sea arrived the icy spot, Where men's magnetic feelings show their guiding task forgot. The sportive hopes, that used to chase their shifting shadows on, Like children playing in the sun, are gone-for ever gone; And on a careless, sullen peace, my double-fronted mind, Like Janus when his gates were shut, looks forward and behind. Apollo placed his harp, of old, awhile upon a stone, Which has resounded since, when struck, a breaking harp-string's tone; And thus my heart, though wholly now from early softness free, If touched, will yield the music yet, it first received of thee. SONG. I need not name thy thrilling name, Though now I drink to thee, my dear, I pledge thee in the grape's pure soul, A form so fair, that, like the air, 'tis less of earth than heaven. Her every tone is music's own, like those of morning birds, And something more than melody dwells ever in her words; The coinage of her heart are they, and from her lips each flows As one may see the burthened bee forth issue from the rose. Affections are as thoughts to her, the measures of her hours; Her feelings have the fragrancy, the freshness of young flowers; And lovely passions, changing oft, so fill her, she appears The image of themselves by turns,-the idol of past years. Of her bright face one glance will trace a picture on the brain, And of her voice in echoing hearts a sound must long remain; But memory such as mine of her so very much endears, When death is nigh my latest sigh will not be life's but hers. I filled this cup to one made up of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex, the seeming paragonHer health and would on earth there stood some more of such a frame, That life might be all poetry, and weariness a name. BELA BATES EDWARDS. THE successor, and previously the associate of Moses Stuart in his professorship at Andover, was the Rev. Bela B. Edwards, also prominently connected with the theological and educational literature of the country. He was born at Southampton, Massachusetts, July 4, 1802. His family was one of the oldest in the country, boasting "a long line of godly progenitors," originally springing from a Welsh stock, which contained among its descendants the two Jonathan Edwardses and President Dwight.* Mr. Edwards became a graduate of Amherst in 1824, and was subsequently for two years, from 1826 to 1828, a tutor in that college. He had previously, in 1825, entered the Andover Theological Seminary, where he continued his studies and was licensed as a preacher in 1830. Though with many fine qualities in the pulpit, which his biographer, Professor Parks, has fondly traced, he lacked the ordinary essentials of voice and manner for that vocation. The main energies of his life were to be devoted to the cause of instruction through the press and the professor's chair. While tutor at Amherst he conducted in part a * At least Mr. Edwards was disposed to maintain this view of his genealogy. Memoir by Edwards A. Pas, p. 9. weekly journal, the New England Inquirer, and was afterwards occasionally employed in superintending the Boston Recorder. As Assistant Secretary of the American Education Society, he conducted, from 1828 to 1842, the valuable statistical and historical American Quarterly Register, a herculean work as he worked upon it, a journal of fidelity and laborious research in the biography of the pulpit and the annals of American seats of learning, and generally all the special educational interests of the country.* In July, 1833, he established the American Quarterly Observer, a journal of the order of the higher reviews; which, after three volumes were published, was united in 1835 with the Biblical Repository, which had been conducted by Professor Robinson. Edwards edited the combined work known as the American Biblical Repository, until January, 1838. In 1844 he became engaged in the publication of the Bibliotheca Sacra and Theological Review at Andover, which had been established the previous year at New York by Professor Robinson. He was employed in the care of this work till 1852. In January, 1851, the Biblical Repository was united with the Bibliotheca Sacra. "He was thus," adds Professor Parks, employed for twenty-three years in superintending our periodical literature; and with the aid of several associates, left thirty-one octavo volumes as the monuments of his enterprise and industry in this onerous department." Dr. Edwards's own contributions to these periodicals were criticisms on the books of the day, the discussion of the science of education, and the cultivation of biblical literature. Dr. Edwards's Professorship of Hebrew in the Andover Seminary dated from 1837. In 1848, on the retirement of Professor Stuart, he was elected to the chair of Biblical Literature. He had previously, in 1846-47, travelled in Europe, where he made the study of religious institutions, the universities, and other liberal objects, subservient to his professional labors. Professor Parks, with characteristic animation, has given, in his notice of this tour, the following pleasing picture of the inspirations which wait upon the serious American student visiting Europe.* And when he made the tour of Europe for his health, he did not forget his one idea. He revelled amid the treasures of the Bodleian Library, and the Royal Library at Paris; he sat as a learner at the feet of Montgomery, Wordsworth, Chalmers, Mezzofanti, Neander, the Geological Society of London, and the Oriental Society of Germany, and he bore away from all these scenes new helps for his own comprehensive science. He had translated a Biography of Melancthon, for the sake, in part, of qualifying himself to look upon the towers of Wittemberg; and he could scarcely keep his seat in the * This periodical was established in 1827 and called the Quarterly Journal of the American Education Society. In 1829 it took the name of the Quarterly Register and Journal of the American Education Society. In 1830 its title became the Quarterly Register of the American Education Society. From 1831 it was called the American Quarterly Register. The Rev. Elias Cornelius was associated with Mr. Edwards in editing the first and second volumes; the Rev. Dr. Cogswell in editing the tenth, eleventh, twelfth, and thirteenth; and the Rev. Samuel H. Riddell in editing the fourteenth volume.-Parks's Memoir, p. 76. + Memoir, pp. 160-2. rail-car, when he approached the city consecrated by the gentle Philip. He measured with his umbrelia the cell of Luthier at Erfurt, wrote his own name with ink from Luther's inkstand, read some of the notes which the monk had penned in the old Bible, gazed intently on the spot where the intrepid man had preached, and thus by the minutest observations he strove to imbue his mind with the hearty faith of the Reformer. So he might become the more profound and genial as a teacher. This was a ruling passion with him. He gleaned illustrations of divine truth, like Alpine flowers, along the borders of the Mer de Glace, and by the banks of "the troubled Arve," and at the foot of the Jungfrau. He drew pencil sketches of the battle-field at Waterloo, of Niebuhr's monument at Bonn, and of the cemetery where he surmised for a moment that perhaps he had found the burial-place of John Calvin. With the eye of a geologist, he investigated the phenomena of the Swiss glaciers, and with the spirit of a mental philosopher he analysed the causes of the impression made by the Valley of Chamouni. He wrote tasteful criticisms on the works of Salvator Rosa, Correggio, Titian, Murillo, Vandyke, Canova, Thorwaldsen; he trembled before the Transfiguration by Raphael, and the Last Judgment by Michael Angelo; he was refreshed with the Italian music, unwinding the very soul of harmony;" he stood entranced before the colonnades and under the dome of St. Peter's, and on the walls of the Colosseum by moonlight, and amid the statues of the Vatican by torchlight, and on the 100f of the St. John Lateran at sunset, "where," he says, "I beheld a prospect such as probably earth cannot elsewhere furnish;" he walked the Appian Way, exclaiming: "On this identical road,—the old pavements now existing in many places,-on these fields, over these hills, down these rivers and bays, Horace, Virgil, Cicero, Marius, and other distinguished Romans, walked, or wandered, or sailed; here, also, apostles and martyrs once journeyed, or were led to their scene of suffering; over a part of this very road there is no doubt that Paul travelled, when he went bound to Rome." He wrote sketches of all these scenes; and in such a style as proves his intention to regale his own mind with the remembrance of them, to adorn his lectures with descriptions of them, to enrich his commentaries with the images and the suggestions which his chaste fancy had drawn from them. But, alas! all these fragments of thought now sleep, like the broken statues of the Parthenon; and where is the power of genius that can restore the full meaning of these lines, and call back their lost charms! Where is that more than Promethean fire that can their light relume! The remaining years of Edwards's life were spent in the duties of his Profe sorship at Andover, in which he taught both Greek and Hebrew. To perfect himself in German he took part in translating a volume of Selections from German Literature; and for a similar object engaged with President Barnes Sears, of the Newton Theological Institution, and Professor Felton of Harvard, in the preparation of the volume on cla sical studies entitled Essays on Ancient Literature and Art, with the Biography and Correspondence of Eminent Philologisis. Professor Edwards's portions of this interesting and stimulating work were the Essays on the "Study of Greek Literature" and of "Classical Antiquity," and the chapter on "the School of Philology in Holland." * Published by Gould, Kendall, & Lincoln. 1843. In 1844 Professor Edwards was associated with Mr. Samuel H. Taylor in translating the larger Greek Grammar of Dr. Kuhner, and in 1850 revising that work for a second edition. While undergoing these toils and duties the health of the devoted student was broken and feeble. Symptoms of a pulmonary complaint had early appeared, and the overworked machine was now to yield before the labors imposed upon it. In the fall of 1845 Professor Edwards was compelled to visit Florida for his health, and the following spring, on his return to the north, sailed immediately for Europe, passing a year among the scholars and amidst the classic associations of England and the continent. He bestowed especial attention upon the colleges and libraries. In particular he visited the Red Cross Library in Cripplegate, London, founded by the Rev. Dr. Daniel Williams, an English Presbyterian Minister, who lived from 1644 to 1716. It is a collection of twenty thousand volumes, chiefly theological. The sight of this led Professor Edwards to propose a similar Puritan library to the Congregationalists of New England, which has been since, in part, carried out.* He returned to Andover in May, 1847, resumed his studies, aud while "yielding inch by inch to his insidious disease, with customary forethought, persisted in accumulating new materials for new commentaries." He prepared expositions of Habakkuk, Job, the Psalms, and the First Epistle to the Corinthians, and was engaged in other labors. In the autumn of 1851 he again visited the South fatally stricken, took up his residence in Athens, Georgia, and died at that place April 20, 1852, in the forty-ninth year of his age. An honorable tribute to his memory was paid the following year in the publication, in Boston, of two volumes, The Writings of Professor B. B. Edwards, with a Memoir by Edwards A. Park. The selection contains sermons preached at Andover, and a series of essays, addresses, and lectures, not merely of scholastic but of general interest. The Memoir is a minute and thoughtful scholar's biography. WILLIAM LEGGETT. WILLIAM LEGGETT, an able and independent political writer, was born in the city of New York in the summer of 1802. He entered the college at Georgetown, in the district of Columbia, where he took a high scholastic rank, but in consequence of his father's failure in business, was withdrawn before the completion of his course, and in 1819 accompanied his father and family in their settlement on the then virgin soil of the Illinois prairies. The experience of western pioneer life thus acquired, was turned to good account in his subsequent literary career. În 1822 he entered the navy, having obtained the appointment of midshipman. He resigned his commission in 1826, owing, it is said, to the harsh conduct of the commander under whom he sailed, and shortly after published a volume of verses, written at intervals during his naval ca *Edwards's plan and arguments for the work are published in Professor Parks's Memoir. reer, entitled Leisure Hours at Sea.* The poems show a ready command of language, a noticeable youthful facility in versification, and an intensity of feeling; beyond this they exhibit no peculiar merit, either of originality or scholarship. A single specimen will indicate their quality. SONG. Improbe amor, quid non mortalia pectora cogis! The tear which thou upbraidest Like me in shame and woe; That I am doomed to know! He also wrote in the Atlantic Souvenir, one of the earliest of the American annuals, a prose tale, |