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Harvard University, an American col- per well known in Europe for the unlege, near Boston, Massachusetts, common ability and eloquence of its which, from the number and variety writers; and, soon after, in the Port of its professors, and the respectability Folio, (a periodical miscellany of high of its endowments, really deserves the reputation, till it fell into the hands of name of university. It is an able and the present editor,) to which he largely beautiful production; and will, after contributed, until a few years before all, perpetuate his name and character the last war between America and, among those who may never know of, Great Britain, when the Federal party or care for, his having been President of Maryland being about to establish of the United States.
a newspaper for political purposes, enAmes, Fisher-A New-Englander gaged Mr. Allen for editor. It was also; a political writer ; a fine orator; called the Telegraph ; and, soon after, a lawyer, and an honest man. No became incorporated with the Fede
wrote continually for the journals and papers, after their junction, grew the papers of the day, except a volume or Baltimore mob, of which we have two of essays and orations, which are heard in this country-a mob that not remarkable for any particulur ex- might have been overawed in ten mincellence, although when the latter nutes by a single company of horse, or were delivered by him spontaneously, half a hundred serious, determined the sober people of New England were men; and, perhaps, (had they been affected and wrought upon by them, properly countenanced by the authorias their more fervid brethren of the ties of the city,) without any military south were by the eloquence of Patrick aid, by the constables and police; a Henry himself.
mob, however, that got possession of Allen, Paul-History-Poetry - the town, (one of sixty thousand inhaMiscellany. This gentleman, after bitants)-blockaded the streets-dehe wrote Lewis and Clarke's Journal molished a large printing establish
_(for which office he was chosen, we ment-broke open the public prisonbelieve, by the American government, a fortress in appearance, into which a on account of his literary character number of distinguished political men chosen, we mean, by intimation, pro- of the Federal party had been beguilbably from the Secretary of State) - ed by the mayor, under pretence of was pronounced by no less a man than providing for their safety-beat, manMr. Jefferson himself, (as we have gled, and tortured all whom they heard from high authority,) to be the found there politically obnoxious to very best, or one of the two best wri- themselves; and, finally, murdered an ters of America. This became pub- old revolutionary officer, (General lickly known, and was a great advan- Lingan.)* tage to Mr. Allen, who took rank soon Mr. Allen persevered, however, after over everybody in the country, until the political animosity of the two except Robert Walsh, jun. esq. a gen- parties having subsided-and the war tleman (well known here) of whom we being over-it was no longer a field shall speak in due season.
worthy of him. Then he established Mr. Allen is a native of Providence, the Journal of the Times, which held Rhode Island, one of the New Eng. up its head only for a few months land States, and never was out of Ame- abandoned that --and, finally, set up & rica. He was educated for the bar; newspaper, quite of a literary charactook to poetry at an early age ; read of ter. called ihe Morning Chronicle, Dr. Franklin, and, like him, resolved which holds a very high rank among to seek his fortune-at Philadelphia. the American newspapers: and that
Having arrived in that city, (then - where newspapers are everything the quaker London of America,) he and where the ablest men of ile soon became engaged as a writer for the United States Gazette, or Bron- . And were never punisbed for 11-30 son's Gazette, as it was called ; a pa- mobs in that country.
country are most frequently to be It has been said of a fine woman, that found writing for them-is no com- nobody could ever recollect how she mon praise.
was dressed ; and provided that our He remains editor of that paper to author can manage to fill our mind this day. His literary works are, with his thoughts, facts, or doctrine, (other than a world of miscellany, to most of us will consent, perhaps, to be found in the journals and newspa- forego the words. pers,) a poem, called Noah ; a Histo. His Noah is a sad mixture of affect, ry of the American Revolution, of ed simplicity-boyish combinationswhich he wrote nothing but the outrageous poetry--and real genius. preface, which, I am certain, does not A short specimen will show his whole exceed three pages; Lewis and character, and conclude our sketch: Clarke's Tour, (a compilation) - and He is describing Noah's Vision: nothing more. Yet Mr. Jefferson has (From Elisha, in 2d Kings.) placed him at the head of the Ameri
“Scarce had he spoke, when, with a sudden start, can literati.
And wild, unusual throbbings of the heart,
He turn'd around him oft a fearful gaze, prose-writer-who never thinks, and, Like one bewilder'd in a dread amaze : if he can help it, never reasons. His “What mean,' he cried, these sharpen'd points of language is often surprisingly beauti
flame, ful, and as often surprisingly low and
That move in rapid circles round my frame?
Now, they extend, a line of lengthen'd light; common-place, without significance. And now—they flash promiscuous on the sight! He has been somehow or other made What mean those nodding plumes, that round me sensible of the prodigious power in a colloquial style-a familiar, frank,
And give their splendours to the golden sun ?
Those shining helms !--magnificent and clear, bold, off-hand way of saying things; That thus alternate beam and disappear! and he is continually balancing be- What mean these coursers standing half reveal'd, tween his natural style, which is rich, The other half to human eye conceal'd ? harmonious, lofty, and full of picture Now they emerge! and now they shake their —and this of the powerful, simple,
I see a guard of glory round me stand, is utterly disqualified-until the most llorsemen and chariots form a flaming band ; ludicrous combinations are perpetual Proudly the steeds of such immortal birth ly occurring to startle or provoke the Fret on the rein, and scornful stamp the earth! reader.
They pant their native element to share,
And trample with their hoofs the fields of air ; Mr. Allen is a man of uncommon Could ye but see the congregation nigh, genius—but no industry (except that The brightest sunbeam would relieve the eye!of a steam engine, or a newspaper edi.. tor) -and little reflection, else he
and lo! the Zodiac rings might have been one of the first wri
With the loud clanguor of descending wings." ters, I will not say merely of his coun- BOZMAN.— This author we only try, but of the age. His prose is full know from one work, a book purportof poetry-his poetry miserably full of ing to be a History of Maryland; and prose. His thoughts, which in prose which but for the fact that there is no are burning and bright, undergo so other history of Maryland, would not many revolutions and eclipses in poe- be worth mentioning. General Wintry, as to appear no longer the same. der, a celebrated advocate of BaltiYet he has the material for a great more, once undertook to supply the poet. But the time of achievement deficiency, in Allen's Journal of The has gone by now-he will live and Times : but the manuscript was bad die nothing better than a clever news- and the printing worse, so that the paper editor, somewhat given to cant. plan was given up. Since then, ano
Leuis and Clarke's Tour is nothing ther attempt has been made by a Mr. remarkable. The style has no parti- Griffith, but the history of Maryland cular attraction-nobody can remem- yet remains to be written. ber anything about it. But quere BRECKENRIDGE, HENRY M.- A may not that be the highest praise ? Pennsylvanian, a lawyer, and son of
Judge Breckenridge, who was alike secret mission thither, under the audistinguished as a humourist, a story- thority of the United States Governteller, and a judge. Mr. B., the son, is ment, in company with two commisthe author of Views in Louisiuna, a sioners, (Mr. Justice Bland, nov a disrespectable book, inade up from per- trict judge of the United States courts, sonal knowledge of the country, during and Mr. Rodney,) neither of whom a long residence, after Louisiana was will soon be forgotten by the Spanish purchased by the United States, and Americans. Judge Bland understood while Mr. B. was traversing it in eve- no language but his own, not one word ry direction as a circuit judge. It of Spanish or French ; Mr. Rodney may be depended upon, so far as it nothing of Spanish, and, I believe, litgoes. He also wrote a history of the tle or nothing of French ; and Mr. American war (the last) with Great Breckenridge, their interpreter, secreBritain, in which he has faithfully pre- tary, and companion, though he spoke served the newspaper accounts of the French pretty well, made sad work day, as given by the Americans them with Spanish. Yet these were the seselves. It is a work of no merit, either cret ambassadors of a wise govern. in a literary or political view. It can ment, in a season of great political do no good, and may do much harm, anxiety. to perpetuate the thousand-and-one Bryant, WILLIAM CULLEX.—This lies of the American press, during the gentleman's poetry has found its way, unhappy season of warfare, and furious piece-meal, into England, and having political strife. It can do no good, met with a little of our newspaper even for purposes of amusement, and praise, which has been repeated with must be exceedingly mischievous, when great emphasis in America,is now set up they are put into a popular shape, as among his associates for a poet of exthis « History of the War” is, and traordinary promise, on the ground of sent abroad through all the 6 western having produced, within the course of country" as a sort of school book. I several years, about fifty duodecimo have not forgotten Dr. Franklin's pages of poetry, such as we shall give newspaper lie (since acknowledged by a specimen of. Mr. B. is not, and himself in his own Memoirs) about the never will be a great poet. He wants 6 bales of human scalps, marked and fire-he wants the very rashness of a numbered," which were supposed to poet-the prodigality and fervour of have been forwarded by the Colonial those, who are overflowing with inspiGovernment of America to this, in the ration. Mr. B., in fact, is a sensible old American war. It was only got young man, of a thrifty disposition, up for the day, but has outlived the who knows how to manage a few rancour of many generations, and, plain ideas in a very handsome way. spite of the doctor's own confession, It is a bad thing for a poet, or for one stands now upon grave record in one whom his friends believe to be a poet,
States, (Niles's Register)—a journal re- manufacture of musical prose, in imimarkable for integrity and plain truth tation of anybody,--as Mr. Bryant
-as av historical fact; and, what is and Mr. Percival both do of Milman, worse yet, is actually believed in Ame- who has quite set the fashion in America by a large portion of the people. rica for blank verse. Some lines, Nobody can think more highly of Dr. (about fifteen or twenty,) to a “vaterFranklin's virtues than we do, but we fowl,” which are very beautiful, to be should be sorry to have all the couse- sure, but with no more poetry in them quences of such a wicked political than there is in the Sermon on the trick upon our shoulders.
Mount, are supposed, by his countryMr. B. is the author of a work upon men, “to be well known in Europe.” South America--political, commer. The following is taken from his poem, cial, and statistical, which is highly “ The Ages."
his own personal observation during a
Faltered with age at last ? does the bright suz
Grow dim in heaven? or, in their far blue arch, schools. It is, as it were, a language Sparkle the crowd of stars, when day is done,
of his own-a visible thought. Less brightly? when the dew-lipped Spring comes
CHANNING- Professor of Rhetoric on, Breathes she with airs less soft, or scents the sky
and Belles-lettres at Harvard, a broWith flowers less fair, than when her reign begun ther of the last,-a lawyer, and the Does prodigal Autumn to our age deny
Editor of the North American Review Th e plenty that once swellid beneath his sober before Mr. Everett. There is nothing eye ?"
extraordinary about this man; but the BUCKMINSTER.--A clergyman of little that he wrote for the North AmeBoston, remarkable for his pathetic rican was highly respectable, without style of eloquence, and singular piety. having any particular or peculiar chaAfter his death, two or three volumes racter of its own. He should have of manuscript sermons were published nothing to do with rhetoric or bellesby some of his friends“(who had not, lettres, except in the way of a concorperhaps, been much acquainted with dance, or an index.—He has no sense any sermons but his)-for the sermons of either, but might get up a good hisof Mr. Buckminster. Unluckily, how- tory of the country, which is wanted ever, a part of them appear to have now at every turn by those who care been printed before. Some of his own to know the truth of America. are very beautiful; and those that were We have now done for the present: not his own, of course, would never another paper of the same length, perhave appeared as his with his own con- haps, will enable us to finish the whole sent.
alphabet of American writers in the CHANNING-Clergyman of Boston. same way; when our countrymen will This gentleman, without any question, judge for themselves concerning the may rank among the first sermonisers truth of what we have said, and the that ever lived. Such of his writings course of policy which we have recas have been published are remarkable ommended in the outset. for simplicity, clearness, and power. London, Sept. 4, 1824. The diction is of the heart—not of the
SONG, BY MR. WIFFEN.
O LADY, leave thy silken thread
Tis like the birthday of the world,
There's crimson buds, and white and blue
Crin d'oro crespo e ambra tersa e pura. BRIGHT hair of gold which on the breezes flies And songs of melting harmony divine, lo waves of glory, with luxuriant play
That to the heart with power resistless go: Sbading at times those pure, those sunny eyes Wisdom and worth matured in early youth Whose glances turn my night to joyful day
Seldom or ne'er before amongst us known Smile which alone can sooth my bitterest woe, The brightest beauty joined to fairest truth, When choicest pearls through parted rubies shine Where mingled charms appear in you alone Through which the words so soft, so sweetly flow, To whom the heavens their grace bave largely shown.
* From the Italian of Cardinal Bimbó. ATHENEUM VOL. 2. 2d series.
ON DYING FOR LOVE.
To turn stark fools, and subjects fit
N YING for love is a very silly I am a plain-spoken fellow, and an
thing. It answers no one good more apt to draw conclusions—argal, end whatsoever. It is poetical, roman. I say he died of the cramp, or from tic, perhaps immortalizing ; but never- being carried away by the rapidity of theless it is silly, and oftentimes ex- the stream : although, I know at the ceedingly inconvenient. I have same time that this is not the current been pretty near it myself six or seven opinion. I am no poet, and therefore times, but thanks to my obstinacy! take no poetic licences: the romantic (for which, indeed, I ought to be do; and I am quite willing to let
siderable portion of that unyielding Let me, however, not be misunderessence, I have contrived to keep stood; I argue not on the impossibiliDeath from the door, and Despair ty, but on the folly and inconsistency
I cannot, in fact, believe that half of That it has occasionally happened those who have the credit (I should I am well aware. I remember Masay discredit) of dying for love have rian T- , when she was as lovely really deserved it. A man fixes his and lively a girl as ever laid a blush. affections on a piece of cold beauty-a ing cheek on a snowy pillow, and morsel of stony perfection-or on one sank into dreams of innocence and far above him in rank or fortune-or joy. I remember her, too, when the on an equal, who has unfortunately a rose was fading from her cheek, and lover whom she prefers. Well! he solace and happiness had vanished becomes melancholy, takes cold upon for ever from her forsaken heart. it, and dies. But this proves nothing; There was the impress of blighted he might have died if his passion had hope upon her brow-the record of a been returned, or if he had never loved villain's faithlessness upon her sunken at all. The fate of my friend R cheek. Her eye told of long sufferis a case in point. He was deeply ing, and her constant but melancholy enamoured of a very beautiful but ada- smile evinced how patiently she en. mantine lady, and, as a matter of dured it. Day by day the hue.co course, grew very low-spirited and very mortality waxed fainter; her beauttui miserable. He did not long survive ; form wasted away, and she became at and, as another matter of course, it was last like a spirit of heaven dwelling given out that he died for love.
among, but scarcely holding commun As the world seemed to think it nion with, the sons and daughters ol sounded better than saying, that his the earth. The latter part of her me death was occasioned by drinking cold seemed an abstraction-a dream water immediately after walking ten unconsciousness of what was passing miles' under a burning sun, I did not around her. The sister of S CO contradict the report, although I had who had broken the vows na good grounds for so doing, and it be- were pledged with such seeming na came very generally believed. Some ity to Marian) abhorred her brother, aver that Leander died of love, “ be- perfidy, and was fonder than ever. cause," say they, “if Hero had not the poor heart-broken girl. She sun been on the other side of the Helles- cerely pitied her pont he would not have been drowned -argal, he died for love.*
For pitee renneth sone in gentil berte;
These are your primary-cause-men ! your and sought by every means in wholesale deduction mongers ! Now power to revive her past energie
and recall her to lost happiness and * See As you like it. Act iv. . 1.
peace. But it was too late; although