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This last simile cannot fail to charm the whole poem, is to be found in the a classical car. It has a finished second canto, in the picture of the elegance.


It lies before us so One of the finest specimens of perfectly, that had we the art, we simple, quiet, life-like description in could paint it.

" Around the forest-lords were seen

Some, old, with grave and guarded mien,
High converse holding in the shade
Sonne idly on the green turf laid-
Their dusky wives, from birth the while
Inured to care and silent toil,
Prepared the venison's savory food,
And yellow corn, in sullen mood,
Or sweetly to their infanis sung,
So light in wicker baskets swung
Among the breeze-rocked boughs,
While sat beneath the green leaves fading,
Young maids, their chequered baskets braiding,
Whose merry laugh or silvery call
Oft rang most strange and musical;
Whose glancing black eyes often stole
To view the worshipped of their soul :
And ever in th’invisible breeze,

Waved solemnly those tall old trees,
And fleecy clouds, above the prairies flying,

Led the light shadows, chasing, chased, and dying. We know of but few finer pieces that might be taken, to seize upon of description than this, in our lan- those that are best for our purpose. guage. It is all the mind asks. We must, however, give one sam. We see not how it could be more ple of the Spenserian. From many highly perfected. We might go which might be employed, we take on multiplying passages to any ex- the following-one of the eight in tent. It is difficult, among so many honor of Harrison.

The storm swept by, and Peace, with soft fair fingers,

Folded the banners of red-handed war;
Where broad Ohio's bending beauty lingers,
The chief reposed beneath the evening star.
Calm was the life he led, till, near and far,
The breath of millions bore his name along,
Through praise, and censure, and continual jar :

But lo? the Capitol's rejoicing throng!

And envoys from all lands approach with greeting tongue !" There are few things in the poet's and magnificence of sound and of art, that require more care, and language, beyond any other stanza taste, and nice adjustment, than the that I am acquainted with.” We fashioning of a Spenserian verse. have only five or six poems in our But when well done, nothing has a language, of any considerable note, finer effect upon the ear. Beattie, in this measure. It is so difficult, in his preface to the “Minstrel,” that it has been avoided. If we atsays, “ To those who may be dispo- tend to its construction, we shall sed to ask, what could induce me find that every verse should be but to write in so difficult a measure, I the expansion of a single thought. can only answer, that it pleases my The little argument goes on evolyear, and seems from its Gothic ing and evolving itself, until the last structure and original, to bear some line, long and stately, brings out relation to the subject and spirit of the grand conclusion. We are inthe poem. It admits both simplicity clined to think that the author has

failed more in this part of his work, and stretching peacefully along to-
than in any other. There is often- wards the end, like a stream run-
times a break, a transition in the ning through a level meadow, with
thought, that affects us painfully. no ripple to break the evenness of
'We are not aware that any poet, its flow. The author, however, has
with the exception of Byron, ever left us the proof that he is compe.
attempted to make this stanza give tent for the work. Half of the
utterance to broken, violent, and Spenserian verses are good. The
abrupt thought, with any great suc- one which we have selected is well
cess. And even in his hands, there woven and beautiful.
is something unnatural in it. If we There are many hearts in our
notice this stanza in the Faery land that can feel the beauty and
Queen,” we shall find the thought force of the following passage.
opening quietly in the beginning,

" The noble, dauntless pioneers

Journeying afar new homes to raise
In the lone woods, with toil and tears,
Meeting with faith the coming years,

Theirs be the highest meed of praise !
He, who with cost, and care, and toil,
Hath reared the vast enduring pile ;
He, who hath crossed the Ocean's foam,
Strange lands for science's sake to roam ;
He, who in danger and in death
Hath faced the spear, the cannon's breath,
Or borne the dungeon and the chain,
His country's rights to save or gain;
He, who amid the storms of state,
Haih swayed the trembling scales of Fate
For her and Freedom, heeding naught
The scorn of hatred, sold or bought
Are such not glorious ? Yet, Odeem

Their being less heroical
For mingling with it comes the dream

And hope of Fame's bright coronal :-
They see ihe light of years to come
Streaming around their silent tomb !
But those who leave the homes of love,
And pass by many a long remove
Through the deep wilderness, to rear,
In voiceless suffering and in fear,
Not for themselves a resting place-
Their hope is only for their race,
For whom their lives of pain are given ;
Their light to cheer, is light from heaven;
Nor look they, save to God, at last
For life's reward when life is past,
But lay them down, with years oppressed,
Beneath the patriarch woods to rest,
Without a thought, Fame's wandering wing
One plume upon their graves shall Aling-
Thus noiseless in their death as birth,
The best brave heroes of the earth!
While roll thy rivers, spreads thy sky,
Or rise thy lifted mountains high,

Hesperia, guard their memory!"
There are many songs scattered effect in their connexion. The sol.
along the book, that are beautiful in dier's song in the fourth canto,
themselves, and have a pleasing commencing,

“Oh, in the bowl we'll drown dull care,

And think not of the morrow,

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flows very sweetly. The senti. Moray's lament over the body ments are of course suited to the of Owaola, his faithful friend and time and place of their singing. guide, is simple and touching.

“ Last of thy race ! I will not weep

This loss the sorest,
Though sweet the love and passing deep,

To me thou borest !
No! sleep, since all thy kindred sleep,

Child of the foresi,
And I will lay thee here, where ceaselessly
To soothe thy rest blue waters murmur by.
They were to thee in life most dear,

Thy joyance only;
Alas! they have become thy bier,

Though now they moan thee,
And borne thee to thy burial here,

To lie how lonely!
May naught thy solitary sleep molest,

Heaven take thy genıle spirit to its rest!" The song that steals to the ear of shall close this part of our subject, Moray, when confined in fort Mack- by reference to the scene in the last inaw, we commend to the reader canto, where Omena sits alone in for its tenderness and pathos. The the forest, in the hazy season of In. war-song of Tecumseh, in the last dian summer, awaiting the approach canto, breathes the true Indian spirit. of Tecumseh. It is one of those beauIn fact, the songs are all more or tiful and finished pieces of descripless marked in this respect. We tion, that give a charm to the book.

" Within a wood extending wide,
By Thames's steeply winding side,
There sat upon a tallen tree,
Grown green through ages silently,
An Indian girl. The gradual change
Making all things inost sweetly strange,
Had come again. The autumn sun
Half up his morning journey shone
With conscious lustre, calm and still;
By dell, and plain, and sloping hill
Siood mute the faded trees in grief,

As various as their clouded leaf.” We give only the opening of the Whatever defects may be found passage, but we cannot commend in this poem, by a critical eye, we the whole of it too highly. It ranks have no doubt that its general beauty among the very highest order of de- and fine effect, will be every where scriptive poetry. In this situation, acknowledged. It touches the heart. Tecumseh meets her, and they have It lingers in the memory. Its sweet their last sad interview.

It was a

and tender spirit grows upon the fine fancy of the author, to leave reader. Its nationality, its truth-like his reader by the lonely tomb of descriptions, its story of deep and Tecumseh. After journeying so abiding love, will win for it favor long through the wilderness-fol- and heartfelt thanks. To the West lowing the hero through so many it must have a dear and home-like scenes of danger and adventure, it interest. To the Englishman it must acts like a talisman upon the mind, present charms, in this picture of a to stand thus by his solitary grave, life so far removed from his daily embosomed with trees.



Had we

WHEN it was announced that Nor was it an indifference to litCharles Dickens, Esq." intended erary merit, which rendered us so to visit the United States, our cu. apathetic on this occasion. Had we riosity was somewhat excited to see been favored with such an opportuthe man, who had so suddenly writ- nity of being introduced to the illusten himself into notoriety and for- trious author of Waverley, we should tune. We had laughed at the ad. have embraced it with eagerness, ventures of Mr. Pickwick, we had and have considered ourselves hon. wept over the story of poor Oliver, ored in the interview. we had followed with interest “ the been informed that our own honuprisings and downfallings of the ored Irving was stopping for the Nickleby family,” we had sympa- night so near us, we should have thized with little Nell in her child. hastened to tender him our respects, ish trials, we had been pleasantly and have felt a pride in exchangrelieved in moments of ennui by ing salutations with one who is the some light sketch, half-comical, ornament of American literature. half-serious, from the pen of Boz, We had always conceded to Mr. and were thus prepared to receive Dickens much merit, as a writer of him with good-natured cordiality. a certain sort; we had even been But when we reflected on his moral ranked among his admirers, for and religious principles as devel- rendering to him the admiration due oped in his writings, and on the to genius, but we felt that his lite. unfortunate tendency of those wri- rary reputation was insufficient to tings in many particulars, we were overbalance that moral obliquity, as fully prepared to treat him with which made it inconsistent with our indifference; or at least, to show self-respect, to be particularly rehim no

more than the ordinary spectful towards him. We were, courtesy due to strangers, should nevertheless, interested in observing he chance to fall in our way. In the reception which he met with fact, after dwelling on these latter from our countrymen; and on the considerations, (the force of which whole, it accorded well with our ex. may perhaps be exhibited in the pectations.

There were sequel of these remarks,) our curi- learning and honorable distinction, osity so far subsided, that when we who, willing for a season to overwere informed that “Charles Dick look his faults, and eager perhaps ens, Esq.” had actually arrived in to give him a favorable impression our city, and would receive his of American manners and hospifriends at the hotel near by, we did tality, made him their guest, and not even do ourselves the honor to entertained him with marked kindlook him in the face. We were not ness and attention. Others, of a in the least agitated by the intelli- more thoughtful and cautious temgence; we simply responded to it per, stood aloof from the movement with the unfailing “yes, sir,” and that would make Boz, like Lafaypursued our evening vocations with ette, the nation's guest, feeling that as much nonchalance, as if " Charles the ordinary attention paid to stran. Dickens, Esq." had been three thou. gers might suffice for a man with sand miles away.

no other distinction than what he

had attained as a writer of droll * American Notes for General Circula- sketches and stories of low life. tion. By CHARLES DICKENS.

It soon became apparent, however,

men of

that the men of fashion and pleas. “numerous friends” in this counure, the patrons of theaters, balls, try, who were eager to pay their and other like scenes of moral cul respects to him, under the impres. ture and innocent amusement, the sion, that he was an English genlovers of wine, cards and billiards tleman, who had good humoredly -gentlemen par excellence-mani. spent his leisure moments, in ramfested a peculiar interest in Mr. bling along the lower walks of life Dickens, and were disposed to claim in quest

in quest of amusement for the higher him as their own. Accordingly, the classes. We have not been able to Gothamites would allow the lordly trace his pedigree back far enough, distinction of seeing the British lion to ascertain whether any of his an. to none, who could not pay ten dol- cestors fought by the side of Wil. lars for the privilege. They con- liam the Conqueror, at Hastings, or verted the theater, which had long followed the lion-hearted Richard rendered “a beggarly account of to Palestine. We have not learned, empty boxes,” into one vast saloon, whether some Dickens of the olden brilliantly illuminated, decorated time, was with the chivalry of Engwith illustrations from the writings land, at Cressy, or at Agincourt. of Boz, and crowded with the beau. Nor have we been able to deterty and fashion, the foppery and co- mine the connection between the quetry of the city, where, amid house of Dickens, and the Percys, the voluptuous swell of music, the the Howards, or the Russells. Ali giddy dance, and the splendid ban- that we can say is, that, according quet, Mr. Dickens was introduced to the best accounts, the father of to American society. Whether he our hero was, or is, connected with was satisfied with this specimen of the London press, getting a decent native manners, or whether he was living by gathering or inventing less flattered by such a reception, accidents and anecdotes for the than he would have been by the newspapers; and that, accordingly, quiet attentions of literary men, we “ Charles Dickens, Esq.” was ed. are not informed; but immediately ucated to the profession of a police afterwards, he made the necessary reporter. It was in this humble, brevity of his visit, a pretext for though honest calling, that he bedeclining other invitations to simi- came so familiar with courts and lar entertainments. Whatever may prisons, Bow Street and St. Giles'. have been his opinion of the mode Here too was developed that pecu. adopted by the New Yorkers to liar talent for caricaturing, in which tender him their respects, there Mr. Dickens excels. Finding that were not a few, who inferred from this talent might be exercised to the personal appearance of “Charles advantage, he wrote and published Dickens, Esq.," and his apparent various humorous sketches, till at anxiety to be esteemed a man of length he came before the world fashion and to mingle in the scenes as the author of Pickwick. The of fashionable life, that no other “ Posthumous Papers of the Pickmode could have been selected wick Club” had a rapid sale, and more in harmony with his charac. Mr. Dickens soon found himself, ter and feelings.

with an increasing popularity, in the And here we cannot resist the enjoyment of an ample income. temptation to turn aside for a mo. All this we, as Americans, regard ment, to give our readers a brief as more respectable than any mere account of the origin and education pedigree, running back even to the of this same “ Charles Dickens, Conquest. But Mr. Dickens, unaEsq. ;” and this we do, for the ble to bear this sudden turn of formore particular edification of his tune with the equanimity that ought Vol. I.


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