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CONTENTS OF VOLUME ONE.
202 | Martyrs
Adventure in Havana, a Tale......
20 Master Humphrey's Clock 281, 356, 423, 497, 538
.601, 628, 656, 667, 685
248 | Maria Romero..
Advice to Lovers, by Cobbett..
Narrow Escape, a tale of truth....
National Humiliation, a Sermon by Pierpont.. .289
Beauty of Sopinberg, by Miss Sedgwick.
234 Observations on Music.....
119 Poor Jack, 169, 209, 241, 300, 371, 393, 489, 560, 616, 641
Devil and the Doctor, Irish Legend.......
Dangers of Ignorance.
How to Pay Rent....
.294 The Money Lender...... ....................... 77
Jelly Miller of the Windmill ..
.465, 529, 587, 623, 652, 675
Last Hours of the King of Prussia...................
Gueries of Human Life...........................
American Indian Collection..
Burning Ship at Sea....
- 73, 89, 136, 218, 330 The Two Homes .......
For Life—from the German......
Irish Emigrant's Lament......
204 Temple and Fountain of Sanwhah-by L. E. L... 552
Laugh and get Fat......
Mary, by Park Benjamin..
Morn at Sea, by Jas. Aldrich.
Lily on Liquid Roses Floating.
Long, Long Ago....
Oak Trees, from the German..
Portrait of Fitz-Greene Halleck.
Landing of Columbus,
Jack Heaving the Lead.
E V ER GREEN.
BY WILLIAM C. BRYANT.
THE WRITINGS OF FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. 90 soft and tender that you willingly yield yourself up to the
feeling of pathos, or to the sense of beauty it inspires, he surThe reader is herewith presented with a portrait of one of prises you with an irresistible stroke of ridicule. our most eminent poets, skilfully engraved from a painting by
" As if himself he did disdain, one of our first artists. The friends of Halleck wtll admire in
And mock the form he did but feign;" it the strength of the likeness, and those who have never seen the original will at least acknowledge the highly intellectual had raised, and took pleasure in showing the reader that it
as if he looked with no regard upon the fair poetical vision he expression which lights up the features. Halleck is one of the most generally admired of all our poets, which is his peculiar endowment, accumulates graceful and
was but a cheat. Sometimes the poet, with that aerial facility and he possesses what no other does, a decided local popularity. He is the favorite poet of the city of New-York, where agreeable images in a strain of irony so fine, that did not the his name is cherished with a peculiar fondness and enthusiasm. subject compel you to receive it as irony, you would take it It furnishes a standing and ever-ready allusion to all who for a beautiful passage of serious poetry—so beautiful, that would speak of American literature, and is familiar in the you are tempted to regret that he is not in earnest, and that mouths of hundreds who would be seriously puzzled if asked phrases so exquisitely chosen, and poetic colouring so bril
liant, should be employed to embellish subjects to which they to name any other American poet. The verses of others may do not properly belong. At other times, he produces the efmay be found in the hands of persons who possess some tinc- fect of wit by dexterous allusions to contemporaneous events, tare of polite literature--young men pursuing their studies, or
introduced as illustrations of the main subject, with all the young ladies with whom the age of romance is not yet past; unconscious gracefulness of the most animated and familiar but those of Halleck are read by people of the humblest degrees of literary pretension, and are equally admired in Bond by bringing the nobleness of the ideal world into comparison
conversation. He delights in ludicrous contrasts, produced street and the Bowery. There are numbers who regularly with the homeliness of the actual; the beauty and grace of attribute to his pen every anonymous poem in the newspapers, nature with the awkwardness of art. He venerates the past in which an attempt at humor is evident, who" know him by and laughs at the present. He looks at them through a mehis style," and whose delight at the supposed wit is hightened dium which Jends to the former the charm of romance, and almost to transport by the self-complacency of having made the discovery. His reputation, however, is not injured by exaggerates the deformity of the latter. these mistakes, for the verses by which they are occasioned ble for the melody of the numbers. It is not the melody of
Halleck's poetry, whether serious or sprightly, is remarkaare soon forgotten, and his fame rests firmly on the compo- monotonous and strictly regular measurement. His verse is sitions which are known to be his. The high degree of local popularity has, for one of its constructed to please an ear naturally fine, and accustomed to
a wide range of metrical modulation. It is as different from czulses, the peculiar subjects of many of the poems of Halleck, that painfully-balanced versification, that uniform succession of relating, as they do, to persons and things and events, with iambicks, closing the scene with the couplet, which some wriwhich everybody in New-York is more or less acquainted ;
ters practise, and some critics praise, as the note of the thrush shjects which are constantly before the eyes, and matters
is unlike that of the cuckoo. Halleck is familiar with those which are the talk of every fireside. The poems written by general rules and principles which are the basis of metrical him, in conjunction with his friend, Doctor Drake, for the Evening Post, in the year 1819, under the signature of harmony; and his own unerring taste has taught him the exCroaker, and Croaker and Co., and the satirical poem of ceptions which a proper attention to variety demands. He
understands that the rivulet is made musical by obstructions Fanny, are examples of this happy use of the familiar topics in its channel. You will find in no poet, passages which flow of the day. He will pardon this allusion to works he has with a more sweet and liquid smoothness; but he knows very neser publicly acknowledged, but which are attributed to him well that to make this smoothness perceived, and to prevent it by aniversal consent, since, without them, we might miss some from degenerating into monotony, occasionul roughnesses must of the peenliar characteristics of his genius.
be interposed. Halleck's humorous poems are marked with an uncommon ease of versification, a natural, unstudied flow and sweetness leck excels. He has fire, and tenderness, and manly, vigor,
But it is not only in humorous or playful poetry that Halof language, and a careless, Horatian playfulness and felicity and his serious poems are equally admirable with his satirical. of jest, not, however, imitated from Horace, or any other What martial lyric can be finer than the verses on the Death writer. He finds abundant matter for mirth in the peculiar of Marco Bozzaris! We are made spectators of the slumbers state of our society, in the heterogenous population of the city: of the Turkish oppressor, dreaming of “ victory in his guarded "Of every race the mingled swarm,"
tent;" we see the Greek warrior iinging his true-hearted
band of Suliotes in the forest shades; we behold them throwin the affectations of newly-assumed gentility, the ostentation ing themselves into the camp; we hear the shout, the groan, of wealth, the pretensions of successful quackery, and the the sabre-stroke, the death-shot falling thick and fast, and in awkward attempt to blend with the habits of trade an imita- the midst of all, the voice of Bozzaris bilding them to strike top of the inamners of the luxurious and fastidious nobility in boldly for God and their native land. The struggle is long and the world—the nobility of England. Sometimes, in the midst fierce; the ground is piled with Moslem slain; tho Greeks are of a strain of harmonious diction, and soft and tender imagery, ! at length victorious; and, as the brave chief falls bleeding
Fitz-Greene Halleck— The Two Homes—I Wandered by the Brook-side.
BY R. M. MILNES.
from every vein, he hears the proud hurrah of his surviving
THE TWO HOMES. comrades, announcing that the field is won, and he closes his
SEEST thou my home? "T is where yon woods are waving, eyes in death,
In their dark richness, to the sunny air; “Calmly, as to a night's repose."
yon blue stream, a thousand flowers-banks laving!
Leads down the bill a vein of light—'t is there. This picture of the battle is followed by a dirge over the slain
'Mid these green haunts how many a spring lies gleaming, hero-za glorious outporing of lyrical eloquence, worthy to Fringed with the violet, colored by the skieshave been chanted by Pindar or Tyrtæus over one of his an- My boyhood's haunts, through days of summer dreaming, cestors. There is in this poem a freedom, a daring, a fer
Under green leaves, that shook with melodieg. vency, a rapidity, an affluence of thick-coming fancies, that My homo-the spirit of its love is brcathing make it seem like an inspired improvisation, as if the thoughts
In every wind that plays across my track ;
From its white walls, the very tendrils, wreathing, had been divinely breathed into the mind of the poet, and
Seem, with soft links, to draw the wanderer back. uttered themselves, involuntarily, in poetic numbers. We think, 'as we read it, of
There am I loved! therc prayed for! There my mother
Sits by the hearth with meekly thoughtful eye; "The large utterance of the early Gods."
There my young sisters watch to greet their brother
Soon their glad footsteps down the path will fly. If an example is wanted of Halleck's capacity for subjects
There, in sweet strains of kindred music blending, of a gentler nature, let the reader turn to the verses written in
All the bome voices meet at day's decline; the album of an unknown lady, entitled, “Woman.” In a One are those tones, as from one heart ascendingfew brief lines, he has gathered around the name of woman a
There laughs my home-Sad stranger, where is thine ? crowd of delightful associations--all the graces of her sex, Ask'st thou of mine? In solemn peace 't is lying, delightful pictures of domestic happiness and domestic virtues,
Far o'er the deserts and the tombs away ;
"Tis where I, too, am loved with love undying, gentle affections, pious cares, smiles and tears, that bless and
And fond hearts wait my step-but where are they?
Ask where the earth's departed have their dwelling,
Ask of thc clouds, the stars, the trackless air ;
I know it not, yet trust the whisper telling * Red Jacket' is a poem of a yet different kind; a poem of
My lonely heart, that love unchanged is there. manly vigor of sentiment, noble versificativn, strong expres- And what is home? and where but with the living? sion, and great power in the delineation of character-the Happy thou art, and so canst gaze on thine ; whole dashed off with great appearance of freedom, and de
My spirit feels, but in its wcary roving
That with the dead, where'er they be-is mine. lightfully tempered with the sattirical vein of the author.Some British periodical lately published, contains a criticism
Go to thy homo, rejoicing son and brother;
Bear in fresh gladness to the household scene : on American literature, in whish it is arrogantly asserted that
For me, too, watch the sister and the mother, Campbell's Outalissi is altogether the best portraiture of the
I will believe-but dark seas roll between. mind and manners of an American savage which is to be found in English verse. The critic must have spoken without much knowledge of his subject. He certainly could never have read
I WANDERED BY THE BROOK-SIDE. Hallock's Read Jacket. Campbell's Outalissi is very well. He is a 'stoic of the woods,' and nothing more; an Epictetus
I wandered by the brook-side, put into a blanket and leggins, and translated to the forests of
I wandered by the mill, Pennsylvania ; but he is no Indian. Red Jacket is the very
I could not hear the brook flow, savage of our wilderness. Outalissi is a fancy sketch of few
The noisy wheel was still. lineaments. He is brave, faithful and affectionate, concealing
There was no burr of grasshopper, these qualities under an exterior of insensibility. Red Jacket
No chirp of any bird has the spirit and variety of a portrait from nature. He has
But the beating of my own heart all the savage virtues and savage vices, and the rude and
Was all the sound I heard. strong qualities of mind which belong to a warrior, a chief, and an orator of the aboriginal stock. He is set before us
I sat beneath the elm-tree, with sinewy limbs, gentle voice, motions graceful as a bird's
I watched the long, long shade, in air, an air of command, inspiring deference; brave, cun
And as it grew still longer, ning, cruel, vindictive, eloquent, skilful to dissemble, and ter
I did not feel afraid ; rible when the moment of dissembling is passed, as the wild
For I listened for a foot-fall, beasts or the tempests of his own wilderness.
I listened for a word A poem which, without being the best he has written, unites
But the beating of my own heart many of the different qualities of Halleck's manner, is that
Was all the sound I heard. entitled “Ainwick Castle.' The rich imagery, the airy me.
He came not-no, he came not, lody of verse, the grace of language which belong to his seri
The night came on alone, ous poems, are to be found in the first half of the poem, which
The little stars sat one by one, relates to the beautiful scenery and venerable traditions of the
Each on his golden throne; old home of the Percys; while the author's vein of gey hu
The evening air past by my cheek, mor, fertile in mirthful allusion, is witnessed in the conclusion,
The leaves above wore stirred, in which he descends to the homely and peaceful occupations
But the beating of my own heart of its present proprietors.
Was all the sound I heard. Whoever undertakes the examination of Halleck's poetical character will naturally wish for a greater number of examples
Fast, silent tears were flowing, from which to collect an estimate of his powers. He has
When something stood behind, gviven us only samples of what he can do. His verses are
A hand was on my shoulder, like passages of some mighty choral melody, heard in the
I knew its touch was kind! brief intervals between the opening and shutting of the doo.no
It drew me nearer-nearerof a temple. Why does he not more frequently employ the
We did not speak a word, powers with which he is so eminently gifted? He should
But the beating of our own hearts know that such faculties are invigorated and enlarged and
Was all the sound we heard. rendered ohedient to the will by exercise. He need not be afraid of not equaling what he has already written. He will HYDRANGEA.-It may not be known to many of our readers excel himself, if he applies his powers, with an earnest and that this flower, which is usually of a pink color, may be made resolute purpose, to the work which justice to his own fame to come out a beautiful rich blue, by the simple means of filldemands of him. There are heroes of cer own history who ing the pot or box with the swamp or bog earth. Common deserve to be embalmed for immortality in strains as noble as garden loam produces the pink. The discovery of producing those which celebrate the death of Marco Bozzaris; and Hal- the blue was accidentally made by a friend of ours, by whom it leck has shown how powerfully he can appeal to our acts of was some time since communicated to us. We have repeated patriotism, in his "Field of the Grounded Arms,” a poem the experiment this season with good success, and now name which has only been prevented from being universally popular the fact, that the lovers of variety may take advantage of it. by the peculiar measure in which it is written.
The plant may be shifted very early in the spring.