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JOHN DICKS, 313, STRAND ; AND ALL BOOKSELLERS.

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IIENT: Y WADsworth LONG FELLOW was loorn on the 27th of February, 1807, at the city of Port1 und, in Malne, and entered, when fourteen years of age, at 130 waoin College, Brunswick, w", cre, at the end of four years, he took his degree, with high honours. While yet an undergraduate, he had written many tasteful and carefully finished poems for the “United States Literary Gazette;" yet, notwithstanding his evid':nt predilectio;1 for an author's career, Longfellow was destined to the legal profession. For some months during the year 1825, he was occulied as a student of law in his father's office. The embryo poet, however, appears to have found the study of law uncongenial to his taste and aspirations : and having been offered the 1°rofessorship of Modern Languages at 130 wiloin College, he prepared for the discharge of his new duties by a long visit to Europe. 13 fore returning to America, Longfellow visited France, Germany, Italy. Spain, Holland, and England, studying with the utmost zeal the language and literature of each country. . After an absence of nearly four years, he wended his way back to Bowdoin College, and took possession of his professorship. This was in the year 1829, being then but a young man of twenty-two. While occupying his position of Professor at the college, he continued to follow his literary career with indefatigable vigilance. 13°sidos contributing some valuable criticisms for the “ North American lte view,” he published. in 1833, his translation from the Spanish of the celebritted poem of “l) on Jorg M luri'lue of the 19eath of his Father,” too: Iler with all introductory essay on “Spanish Poetry;" and, in 1835, his “Outre Mer: or, Sketches from Boyond *S*a,”—a series of prose descriptions and rifleetions, somewhat in the style of Washington Irving. In the same year of his publishing the lattor work, having already, at the age of twent v eight, been recognised as a man of unark, he was appointed to the l’rofessorship of modern languages and belles-lettres in Harvard College, Cambridge. Mr. Longfellow again left his jiutive land, and sailed for Northern Europe, in order to make himself thoroughly acquainted with the languages and literature of Ijenmark and Sweden. He also visited Germany and Turkey, and was absent from Aumerica upwards of twelve months. Pursuing his success, Longfellow published. in 1839, “Il y perion.” a romance, the scenes of which are supposed to have been drawn from B

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some passages in his own life: and this work, which found high favour with refined and intelligent readers, was followed by “Voices of the Night,” the earliest collection of his poems. Iu. 1841, appeared “ Iłallads and other l’oems :" in 1842, ‘‘ Poems on Slayery;”, in 1843, the play entitled, “The Spanish Student :" and in 1845, “The Poets and Poetry of Europe,” and the “1}elfry of IBruges.” Prior to this, in 1842, he had again visited Europe. II.tving for years cultivated his natural poetic power, and made himself one of the most skilful vesifiers of the time, Mr. Longfellow, in 1847, published his “ Evangeline,”—a melancholy story written in hexametic rs—an experiment which, through it was, in the opinion of critics, somewhout hazardous for a poet of reputation to venture upon, he tried with no slight success. In 1848, appeared “Kavanagh, a Tale:” in 1849, “The Seaside,” and “The Fireside :” followed, in 1851, by “The Golden Legend,”—a work whose exquisite passages fully maintain its author's reputation for genius, and elicited no small measure of praise. Although continuing to send forth small poems, and other literary works, it was not until 1855 that his “Song of Hiawatha” was published—a poem worthy of his fine taste and talent, in which is displayed the delicacy of sentiment, the literary, art, the elegance of style, and the exquisite simplicity of expression which had characterise (! his other works, and which made his name widely known as one of the great poe's of the age. Of this poem, the Spectator observed, th:ut “for playful and tender inter, retations of the way in which child-like tribes, living in the midst of Nature's Inightiest life to not lular vels, allogo)::ize the transforin;utions they see, and measure themselves against the powers and the creatures by whom they are surrounde(l-thore is not, nor, as far as we know, § there ever been—-anything like it in any lauuage.” Another collection of poems, called “IBirds of Passage,’ appeared in 1853: followed by “Miles Standish,” in 1850. In 1861, a heavy bercave| mont sell u' on Longfellow. In that year, his wife was unfortunately-burnt to death. “Tales of a Wayside Inn” appeared in 1863; and, in 1867, “ The Translation of I);inte.” On the 27th of May, 1868, Mr. Longfellow tock his departure from America, on another visit to England and the South of Englind. Prior to

! I avior, a fare well dinner was given to him at New York, on which occasion, a poetic tribute by Dr. Oliver Wendell, was read. On his arrival at Liverpool, he received a most cordial welcome. A few days after, he visited Carlisle, and was the guest of Captain Ferguson, of Morton. The Literary and Mechanics' Institute in that city presented him with an address, to which, in replying, he said that they could not think how very grateful and pleasant it was to him to find his name had a place in their memories and their affections, when he had believed that, in couning to the land of his fathers, he would have found no trace of his family or name, even in *he streets of towns, or on the outside of the mouses of the living ; but only in the graveyard, and on the doors of the dead. On the afternoon of the same day, the 13th of June, he visited Eden Hall, the seat of the ancient border clan of the Musgraves, where is still preserved the ancient goblet of the Luck of Edinburgh. Mr. Longfellow visited Cambridge on the 16th of June, and received from the ancient university in that town the degree of I)octor of Laws (LL.D.), amid inuch autuusiasin from a large and distinguished Łushtory. It is pleasant that a leading poet of the United States should have been thus honoured by a university generally as sparing of its favours as Cambridge ; but it is especially noteworthy that this mark of esteem towards Longfellow should have been considered as a partial return for the kindness of America towards Mr. Charles Dickens. On the afternoon of Saturday, the 4th of July, Longfellow had the honour of an interview with the Queen at Windsor Castle; and during his stay in London he had a grand dinner given to him at the Langham Hotel. Portland-place, by the distinguished artist, Mr. 13ierstadt. The entertainment was brilliant in the extreme, and thoroughly international in character, the at: tendance comprising some of the most celebrated men on both sides of the Atlantic. Almongst them was the great statesman, Mr. Gladstone, who, after dinner, in very appropriate remarks, called on the company to drink heartily to the health, happiness, and fame of their guest. A few things occurled at this dinner which ought not to be passed over in silence, on account of their novelty. A likeness of the | was attached to the bill of fare placed before the comany; and to that especially prepared for Longellow himself, a small oil picture, painted by Mr. Bierstadt, was attached, the subject being the “Departure of Iliawatha,” as described in the concluding lines of the poem. Just before Longfellow's departure to the south of o he spent some days in the Isle of Wight, at the residênce of a congenial spiritEngland's greatest living poet, Tennyson. The criticisms upon the works of Longfellow are almost universal, and would fill more pages than this volume contains. We must therefore simply content ourselves with a short tribute to his praise by §§ Gilfillan, who speaks of his poems as beingo inspirited with poetic life, decorated with chaste image, and shadowed with nsive sentiment, like the hand of manhood aid gently on the billowy head of childhood.” This same writer has said, glancing critically at all the poems of Longfellow, that his genius is essentially lyric: , that he has neither the severity of the epic power nor the subtlety of the dramatic genius, and that he swiftly and surely responds to the “passing impulses that come upon his soul.”)

THE RESIDENCE OF LONGFELLOw.

IN order to render our sketch of the American poet the more interesting, we give an illustration of Longfellów's house. It is situated in an old American town, which the original settlers are said to have intended as the capital of Massachusetts, and which they dignified with the name of Cambridge—a school, erected and en

dowed at as early a period as the year 1636, nné which, in the course of time, has grown into 1 college, known on the other side of the Atlant it as the Harvard University. Hard by this sea: of learning uppears an antique and spacious edifice, standing upon the higher of two terraces, fronted by stately elins, and surrounded with grounds, adorned with trees, and shrubs, and flowers. This pleasant spot possesses a double interest in the eyes of visitors. In other days the antique mansion was the head-quarters of the illustrious Washington, previous to the evacuation of Iłoston; and Longfellow has thus recalled the past in the reminiscences suggested by the sight of the old oak-panels in his sumptuous study

“Once, ah, onco, within these walls
One whom memory ost recalls,
The Father of his ("ountry, dwelt.
And yonder meadows broad and damp
The fires of the besieging camp
Encircled with a burning belt.
Up and down these echoing stairs,
Heavy with the weight of cares,
Sounded his innjestic tread;
Yes, within this very room
Sat he in those hours of gloom,
Weary both in heart and head.”

The following interesting account of Longfellow's residence is from an American source:– It is certainly a grand old estate, this residence of Longfellow's ; almost too grand, indeed. to harmonize with one's romantic notion of what the abode of rhyme-compelling genius should be. It is such a house as the untitled family aristocracy of America are wont to delight invery ancient for the new world, built with that substantial massiveness and unpretending plainness which symbol at the characteristics of prerevolutionary generations. A simple, low, ston: wall, settled a little by time, separates the lose lawn from the street: half way rises : high, plain, wooden gateway. Looking with ease over the wall, the passer-by may behold at leisure the residence of the poet and its sur. roundings. On either side of the walk from thi ate to the house is a pretty simple lawn, care. ully kept, unvaried by trees. In the centre is a fountain which, however, is covered with moss whether by neglect or through the fancy of thi proprietor, we know not. A small terrace surrounds the house, which is a few feet above the lawn; steps conduct one up to the huge, slightly. ornamented door. On either side, and at the back of the house, are some large, handsome elms, beyond them a neat but plain garden. Around the edge of the walls which separat, this estate from neighbouring ones, are groups of tall lilac bushes and other shrubs. At the side of the house towards the university is a cool porch, roofed, supplied with benches and chairs, and looking out upon a graceful clump of elms. This porch is one of the o vourite haunts of the poet; very often he is to be seen there towards evening, bare-headed walking or conversing with his children. The house itself is of wood, high, with slightly slant. ing roof, old-fashioned windows fancifully deco rated at the top with an old look which is charm. ing to the lover of antiquities, and by its homel. ness without, seems to invite to cozy cheerful. ness, to roaring sires, to genial welcome within It has long ago been painted yellow; the paint, at frequent intervals, has disappeared ; still the house looks venerable, not at all slovenly. If did not possess, in its present occupant, a living and most interesting attraction, it would still have a charm to all, as a specimen of the man. sions of the provincial aristocracy, when Massa. chusetts was still a province; and to Americans, because it has a history connected with the

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