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These arts can draw the soul, and such as these,
MORE OLD POETRY.
THE PURPLE ISLAND. Had left no work for time, upon the brow
How many bards gild the lapses of time! Of one, whose frailty was too oft to bless,
A few of them have ever been the food But who no more shall bless or grieve for, now;
Of my delighted fancy. I will brood If, when the watch-light of a mother's fears
Over their beauties, earthly or sublime ! Had warn'd unheeded and gone out in tears,
John Keats. The quenching of that unrequited flame
“Something about Sonnets” led me into a pleasant Left love no fountain for the heart to claim;
search among the old poets, and the paper I now offer If not one tendril linger'd to entwine
you is the result of that search. In sending you these The wayward oak with some devoted vine,
articles, I claim the humble merit, only, of a diligent, Whose gentle foliage might, at least, conceal
though I would hope for the award, also, of a tasteful, The harsher features which it could not heal;
compiler,--offering little or nothing of my own, but the If o'er our steps, to pray for their return,
simple thread that ties together the rare flowers, plucked No sister's tenderness were left to yearn,
elsewhere. And, with the patriarch's earnestness, to wield
In these days, when magazine poetry is a drug, and The only blade that forces heaven to yield ?
a drug, too, of the cheapest and most purchasable kind, Who but would hug the shadows of the tomb, it operates as a relief to the reader to turn over the If life were such an emphasis of gloom ?
pages of those “many bards, gilding the lapses of time," Oh! who could deem himself outcast of heaven, and to cull from them forgotten extracts,-the germ, If such the plea that he might be forgiven ?
quite often, of many a full-famed modern poet : and I
cannot but recommend it as a plan to be adopted in And now, farewell; may all that God can give To glad thy spirit, mingle with thy cup.
conducting a literary work, to devote a certain portion
of every number to this special purpose. I wander sadly; not unbless'd of hope,
Among the English poets of "the olden time," Yet not upheld ;-my heart doth love to grieve;
PHINEHAS FLETCHER has ever been a favorite with me, There is a sadness which itself doth weave
and his “Purple Isl d," of all his works, prized most Bright presage of the future, and whose dart
highly. This poet was born in 1584, graduated at Brings oil, to soothe its passage through the heart, At once a blessing and a wound to leave.
King's College, Cambridge, in 1604, entered the church,
and held a living therein for twenty-nine years. He is Thus, when the present seems a thankless waste,
often confounded, when spoken of at this day, with I water with a tear the flowery past;
JOHN FLETCHER, the collaborator of Francis BeatAnd every bud of promise childhood knew, Resumes its foliage with a freshened hue;
MONT, in the composition of dramatic works, and the
contemporary of our bard. To my judgment the Above their graves my favorite flowers lie spread,
genius of Phinehas seems immeasurably superior to Their only thorn-the thought that they are dead.
that of John Fletcher. His brother, Giles FLETCHER, How strangely doth our stream of being flow! Joy starts the tear at morn-at evening, woe;
was also a poet of equal celebrity, though few of his
works are preserved. Phinehas died about the year On the same stem despair gives hope the lie ;
1650, not far from the age of 66. One certainty is man's--that man must die;
“The PURPLE ISLAND” is an allegorical description of A transient star-his cradle and his grave,
Man, who is therein personified. The first five Cantos The two great transits which his glories have.
contain an account of the structure of the human frame, A few short days,-at most, a few brief years,
with all its functions. Therein are described all the The grave will hide our joys, and heaven our tears ;- physical faculties of man, their several and collective If, haply, when life's billows beat no more,
uses, their fitness, order, and exquisite workmanship. Our barks be haven'd on that cloudless shore.
This portion of the poem has been objected to by some Bul toils await us ere the course be run,
critics, as entering with too much minuteness into a And conflicts must precede the victory won. Thou know'st the hopes, thou knowest the armor given anatomist, than of the poet, to describe. I do not ad
subject, which it is the more appropriate task of the To them who fight on earth for crowns in heaven:
mit this objection, however, as being of sufficient force Then be these hopes, and be this armor thine, And as thy conflict, thy reward, divine.
to deter any lover of fine poetry from a perusal of these
five Cantos. Camden, S. C.
The poet next proceeds to a fine personification of the Passions, and the Mental, or Intellectual qualities of Man. This is both the work and the worker of inspiration. The soul kindles and flames as the eye and
mind peruse it. It is a test, this poem, of a capacity, HISTORICAL WRITERS. in the reader, for the enjoyment of true poetry. The
two last Cantos are superlatively grand. Eclecta, or M. Le Long, in his historical catalogue, has produced the Intellect, as the leader of the Virtues
, or better the names of more than twenty thousand writers of Passions, defends “ The Island” against the attacks of French history. Bundu mentions thirty thousand the Vices. The latter are conquered by the interfer“Scriptores rerum Germanicarum."
ence of an angel, who comes to the aid of Eclecta, al
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his earnest prayer. This prayer is, perhaps, the most In azure channels, glide on silver sand : beautiful portion of the poem.
Their serpent-windings, and deceiving crooks, The Purple Island was written while Fletcher was Circling about, and watering all the plain, yet very young: but it gives its author an indisputable Empty themselves into the all-drinking main, right to the very highest rank on the scale of British And, creeping, forward slide, but never turn again. Poets. Milton was evidently indebted to him for many of his uties, -as, in his turn, was he, perhaps, in
The above extract is the only one I shall make from debted to Spenser, in no inconsiderable degree. Be Canto the second, which is full of curious anatomical these things as they may, that all the praise I have description, carried out with equal truth and beauty. awarded him is but a feeble tribute to his merits, the For similar reasons, I shall pass over Cantos the third, extracts I shall transcribe from The Purple Island will fourth, and fifth, at present, and commence my extracts, abundantly prove to the reader.
once more, with the following sparkling stanza from
There, golden stars set in the crystal snow,
There, dainty joys laugh at whiteheaded caring, What now remains unthought on by those sages, There, day no night, delight no end shall know, Where a new Muse may try her pinion ?
Sweets, without surfeit, fulness without sparing,
And by its spending, growing happiness : If the author of this poem wrote thus, what shall
There, God, himself, in glory's lavishness the bards of modern days say, while penning their Diffused to all, in all, is all full blessedness. opening apostrophe to the Muses? But here is something more in the same vein.
Here is an animated landscape. What a flower
garden! FALSE TASTE IN POETRY. But wretched me, to whom these iron days
The flowers, that, frightened with sharp winter's (Hard days!) afford nor matter, nor reward!
dread, Sings Maro? Men deride high Maro's lays,
Retire into their mother Tellus' womb, Their hearts with lead, with steel their sense is barred. Yet, in the spring, in troops new mustered,
Peep out again from their unfrozen tomb: But if fond Bavius vent his clouted song,
The early violet will fresh arise, Or Mevius chant his thoughts in brothel charm, And, spreading his flowered purple to the skies, The witless vulgar, in a num'rous throng,
Boldly the little elf the winter's spite defies ! Like summer-flies about their dunghill swarm. They sneer,--they grin. “Like to his like will move." The hedge, green satin pinked and cut, arrays; Yet never let them greater mischief prove
The heliotrope, to cloth of gold aspires; Than this,—"who hates not one, may he the other
In hundred colored silks the tulip plays; love !"
The imperial flower his neck with pearl attires; The lily, high her silver grogram rears ;
The pansy, her wrought velvet garment bears;
The red rose, scarlet, and the provence, damask wears. But ah! what liveth long in happiness ?
Come we now to the seventh Canto. Here is a touchGrief, of an heavy nature, steady lies; ing sketch. And cannot be removed, for weightiness ;
But joy, of lighter presence, eas’ly flies, Why shouldst thou, here, look for perpetual good ? And seldom comes, and soon away will go ;
At every loss 'gainst Heaven's face repining:Some secret power here orders all things so, Do but behold where glorious cities stood, That, for a sunshine day, follows an age of woe! With gilded tops, and silver turrets shining !
There, now, the hart, fearless of greyhound, feeds,
And loving pelican in safety breeds.
And now for a series of pictures, painted by a masWho, dying, death to endless death didst prove,
ter-hand. The first who sits to the mighty liinner is To work this wilful rebel-island's ease!
His wanton heart he veils with dewy eyes,
So oft the world, so oft himself deceives, praise ?
His heart, his hands, his tongue full oft belies;
In 's path (as snail's,) silver, but slime he leaves. Thas far the first Canto.-The following is a curious
He Babel's glory is, but Zion's taint ; specimen of the skill with which the allegory is sus
Religion's blot; but Irreligion's paint :
A saint, abroad,--at home, a fiend, -and worst, a saint ! THE VEINS.
The next sitter is akin to him whom we have been Nor is there any part in all this land,
observing. Mark the delicate discrimination the artist But is a little isle: for thousand brooks,
makes between them.
Here follows a gem.
THE LESSON OF THE LARK.
Turn we now to Canto eighth. Here is the fifteenth His painted face might hardly be detected :
stanza. I grieve to pass over some admirable desArms of offence he seld' or never wore;
criptions, but my "article” is growing rapidly upon Lest thence his close designs might be suspected: my hands. But clasping close his foe, as loth to part,
AMBITION. He steals his dagger, with false, smiling art,
Ah, silly man! who dream'st that honor stands And sheaths the trait'rous steel in its own master's heart In ruling others,—not thyself! Thy slaves
Serve thee, and thou, thy slaves! In iron bands Two Jewish captains, close themselves enlacing
Thy servile spirit press’d, with wildest passion In love's sweet lwines, his target broad displayed, One, with 's left hand the other's beard embracing,
Wouldst thou live honored ? Clip Ambition's wing! But, in his right a shining sword he swayed,
To Reason's yoke thy furious passions bring! Which, unawares, through th'other's ribs he smites; Thrice noble is the man who of himself is king?
There lay the wretch without all burial-rites: His word, “HE DEEPEST WOUNDS, THAT IN HIS FAWN- What affluence of description characterises the folING BITES!”
lowing sketch of The “word” is the motto of the shield each of these personified passions is supposed to bear. What a por- His art is but to hide, not heal, a sore: traiture is this of SEDITION !
To nourish pride: to strangle conscience:
To drain the rich, his own dry vaults to store : A subtle craftsman framed him seemly arms,
To spoil the precious soul: to please vile sense : Forged in the shop of wrangling Sophistry, A carrion-crow he is,-a gaping grave, And wrought with curious arts, and mighty charms,
The rich coat's moth,—the Devil's fact'ring knave. Tempered with lies, and false Philosophy. Millions of heedless souls thus had he slain ;
In Canto ninth, you may read what I will call His seven-fold targe a field of gules did stain; In this two swords he bore, -his word, “DividE, AND
The cheerful lark, mounting from early bed, REIGN !”
With sweet salutes awakes the drowsy light; The next is a full-length. This impersonation is
The earth she left, and up to heaven is filed :
There, chants her Maker's praises, out of sight.* perhaps as strong and apt as any in this brilliant gallery.
Earth seems a molehill, men but ants to be,
Teaching proud men, that soar to high degree, Envy came next : Envy, with squinted eyes:
The further up they climb, the less they seem and see! Sick of a strange disease,-his neighbor's health!
There is a whole library of human philosophy in Blest lives he, then, when any, better, dies! that Alexandrine ! Is never poor, but in another's wealth!
Here are three pictures that should adorn the cabiOn best men's griefs and harms he feeds his fill,
net of every Christian. Humility and Faith! Else his own maw doth eat, with spiteful will. Ill must the temper be, where diet is so ill!
with sweet and lowly grace Each eye through diverse optic slyly leers,
All other higher than himself esteemed; Which, both his sight and object's self bely: He in himself prized things as mean and base, So, greatest virtue as a mote appears,
Which yet in others great and glorious seemed. And molehill faults to mountains mulliply.
All ill, due debt; good, undeserved, he thought; When needs he must, then faintly yet he praises, His heart, a lowroofed house, but sweetly wrought,
Somewhat the deed, much more the deed he raises, Where God himself would dwell.So, marring what he makes, and, praising, most dispraises !
· So choicest drugs in meanest shrubs are found; His missile weapon was a lying tongue,
So precious gold in deepest centre dwells ; Which he, far off, like swiftest lightning, flung!
So sweetest vi'lets trail on lowly ground; Here is a sketch; a family group. Mark the exqui
So richest pearls lie closed in vilest shells':
So lowest dales we let at highest rates; site delineation of the difference between these kindred personations.
So creeping strawberries yield daintiest cates,
The Highest leighly loves the low, the loftiest, hates !
By them went Fido, marshal of the field;
Weak was his mother, when she gave him day, One stole the goods,-the other, the good name.
And he, at first, a sick, and weakly child,
As e'er with tears welcomed the sunny ray: The latter lives in scorn,—the former dies in shame!
• "Like to the lark at break of day arising The thief's death is surely better than the detractor's
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate.” life.
Yel when more years afford more growth and might,
A champion stout he was, and most puissant knight, As ever came in field, or shone in armor bright!
GLEANINGS ON THE WAY. In Canto the tenih is this admirable description of
BY J. Q. P. of N. C.
America-Coup d'œil of "my tour"_Philadelphia--its planThat longer fears to live, as he that fears to die!
Public Buildings-Ladies--Flowers and Music-Intercourse
with strangers--University-Hospital--Ball at Mrs. C***-The following is a most graphic touch. I give it
Sleigh-riding. without its proper connection, as I find it in Canto ele
America ! happy, fortunate, prosperous America ! Tenth: it is a study for Landseer.
As the child loves its mother, so I love thee. Ere I was
let loose from the prison-walls of a university, I had THE GENTLE GREYHOUND AND THE CURS.
promised to tread your rich and productive soil; to see As when a gentle greyhound, set around
your young and vigorous people ; your cities, towns With little curs, which dare his way molest,
and villages; to roam through your unknown forests ; Snapping behind:—soon as the angry hound,
lo glide down your beautiful and majestic rivers; to Turning his course, hath caught the busiest,
climb your lofty mountains and behold the surrounding And, shaking in his fangs, hath well nigh slain ;
scenery. The grand, the curious and beautiful of foThe rest, feared with his crying, run amain,
reign climes may induce many of thy sons to leave their And, standing all aloof, whine, howl, and bark, in vain. blessed homes, ignorant of the beauties of their own
Here is a beautiful simile, by which the poet would country, but they offer not the same attractions to me. deseribe
Give me to see the sublime and beautiful in nature
the rocks and torrents, forests and mountains, hills, THE REVIVAL OF THE WOUNDED.
vales and grassy plains that are found in my own lovely So have I often seen a purple flower,
land--give me to know and love my country, and I ask Fainting through heat, hang down her drooping no more. head:
I have visited in “my tour” the fertile fields of the But soon refreshed with a welcome shower,
sunny South, and enjoyed in that land of ease and eleBegins again her lively beauties spread, gance the kindness and hospitality of the people. I And with new pride her silken leaves display: have halted in Philadelphia—the city of beauty-where
And while the sun doth now more gently play, more elegant figures and lovely faces are seen than any Lays out her swelling bosom to the light of day. where in the Union; eat my icecream at Parkinson's ;
become acquainted with the intelligent and accomplishThe twelfth Canto, and the last, contains many splen- ed of that most delightful city, and charmed with their dið stanzas which I would fain transcribe, but there are society. I have travelled through the beautifully cultilimits to one contributor's monthly sbare in a Magazine, vated country of Eastern Pennsylvania, and lingered on as well as to the patience of its thousands of monthly the banks of the romantic Susquehanna. I have bravereaders : and I must close with the two closing stanzas ly ascended and descended, on inclined planes, the Alleof “The Purple Island.”
ghany mountains, and refreshed myself at the "Summit HEAVEN'S DELIGHTS.
House.” I have embarked at Pittsburg, floated down
“ La Belle Riviere"--the Ohio, and stemmed the pow. There, sweet delights which know not end nor mea- erful current of the Mississippi. I have wandered over
the extensive prairies of the West, and lodged in the No chance is there, nor eating times succeeding;- wigwam of the red man. In the light canoe of the InNo wasteful spending can impair their treasure ;
dian, I have moved, with a quick and equal sweep, Pleasure full-grown, yet ever freshly-breeding ;
over the still and quiet waters, lit by Heaven's beautiThe soul still big of joy, and still conceiving:
ful lamp, and fancied myself in some paradisian scene. Fulness of sweets exclude not more receiving,
I have skimmed over the sail-covered lakes of the North, Beyond slow tongue's reports, beyond quick thought's felt my“ littleness” at mighty Niagara, drank my glass perceiving!
of water at fashionable Saratoga, and read the last liteThere they are gone: there will they ever bide :
rary work in Boston. I have glided down the grand, Swimming in waves of joy, and heavenly loves: romantic and classical Hudson, landed at New York He, still a bridegroom, she, a gladsome bride:
the great commercial emporium of our country, promeTheir hearts like spheres in love still constant moving: naded Broadway, and forced my steps through the dense No change, no grief, nor age can them befal,
masses of living beings which throng that elegant street. Their bridal bed is in that heavenly hall,
I have listened to the last piece of music sung by a Where all days are but one, and only One is AU !
charming lady in the “Monumental City," stood within
the Senate Chamber at Washington and heard the eloIf this attempt to add to the interest of the Messen- quence of the nation. I have surveyed from the Capiger, by extracting some of the beauties of the elder tol, in Richmond, the picturesque scenery of the surbards
, shall be received with favor on the part of the rounding country, bathed my limbs in the Hot Springs readers of these pages, it will give the writer much of Virginia, touched at “Old Point Comfort” and luxupleasure to renew it in some future numbers. riated on oysters, fish and a pure and healthy sea breeze.
I have passed through scenes interesting and charming;
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gazed on spots sacred to American freemen; parted Water Works and Girard College, and ask if you have from friends dear in my memory.
seen these places, but never wish to know if you have PHILADELPHIA.—This neat and beautiful city is situ. visited the Old State House-entered the room which ated between the Delaware and Schuylkill rivers, about Washington in by-gone years had entered—trod the six miles above their junction. You are landed at steps which he once trod—had pointed out the seats of Chesnut street wharf, and introduced, at once, into the those immortal men whose names are as imperishable as most fashionable part of the city. The first things re- time. I am better satisfied and shall be more pleased to marked, are the neatness and cleanliness of the streets; say that I have seen the Old State House in Philadelthe stores, which are well finished and showy; the gen- phia-entered the room in which the illustrious patriots tlemen, who are good-looking and well dressed, and the of the Revolution pledged their “lives, their fortunes and many handsome female faces met at every step. Con their sacred honor,” in defence of Liberty, than to be trasting their complexions with the Southern ladies, you able to paint the beautiful and romantic scenery of the will find them not so fine and delicate, but more showy Schuylkill--Fairmount Water Works, with its pumps in the distance. Their feet are large, which is almost a in operation, forcing the water high up in basins, and characteristic. The Southern lady may justly boast of the manner of conveying it from thence by hydrantsthe neatness and delicacy of her hands and feet. the canal on the opposite side, with its boats of coal,
The plan of the city is plain, simple and convenient. the wealth of Pennsylvania ;-to know that a Mr. GiThe principal streets are those which extend from the rard, who lived a poor and miserable life that he might banks of the one to that of the other river--these are die rich, bequeathed a handsome sum of money for the crossed by others at right angles, thereby dividing it in erection of a college and the education of youth. squares. Chesnut is the most fashionable. The houses The Churches, Banks, Hospitals, Penitentiary, Es. are built of good brick, plain, comfortable and well fur- change, Deaf and Dumb Asylum, Academy of Fine nished. The Girard Row, Portico Square and Colon- Arts and Mint are the most interesting and conspicuous nade are the most attractive fronts. The most serious buildings. Having seen this, you now visit Fairmount
, objection is the monotonous appearance of the buildings, situated amid the romantic scenery of the Schuylkill
. which is tiresome to the visiter, but this dull and qua- The basins are on a high hill and the water is raised by ker-like style is being laid aside for one more finished, machinery propelled by the waters of the Schuylkill
. beautiful and elegant. From spring till winter, the You ascend to these basins by means of wooden steps Philadelphian is making improvements about his lot, and when at the top, you are repaid by a most charme not satisfied with his house, he pulls it down and builds ing view of the City, Penitentiary, Girard College, again, or tears away the brick and adds a marble front, Pratt's Gardens and the picturesque country around. or repaints the doors, windows, &c.
These works now at a very trifling expense supply the The number of trees which border the streets, gives citizens with pure and healthy water, and in cases of an air of freshness and coolness to the city and adds fire, afford sufficient water to extinguish the flames bemuch to its beauty and comfort. The public squares fore they can make any advance. are large and in good order, and want only a few trifling I have said that the ladies of Philadelphia are additions to make them most delightful promenades, handsome. This is not all. They are intelligent and both during the day and night.
accomplished. The number of select and well con If water were kept leaping and playing through and ducted schools give them great advantages, and thei above the green grass, which carpets the walks on either education is not finished at fourteen, in order that they side, and if, during the night the brilliant gas lights were may “come out,” as is too often the case in the South substituted for those of oil, then would Independent and Their manners are pleasant and agreeable, and thei Washington squares soon be rid of those who now visit conversation interesting and instructive. They wan them, and the respectable citizens and strangers could the liveliness, the vivacity, the simplicity, the ease an here promenade without the risk of being insulted at expression of the Southern lady when engaged in cor every step. Owing to this arrangement of streets and versation. They have the substance, but want the sou public squares, the air circulates freely and contributes Hence the conversation of the latter, although not s to the health of the city.
instructive, is more attractive and winning. All wh The public buildings are of a fine order, but I visited have been so fortunate and happy as to converse wil only one with much interest—the Old State House, both, must acknowledge the superiority of the Southel which stands unnoticed and unhonored, with its front in this particular. There is a something which fast posted with bills of “ Theatre,” “Magic,” “ Diorama," nates, chains and insensibly wins. The Philadelphia “Constable's Notice," “ Lost,” &c. To me, it served dress in better taste than any people in this county to recall many interesting and delightful associations, Their dresses are neater and their colors better chose and I felt sorry that it is not more highly prized. It hence their appearance is the more finished. should be the boast of every Philadelphian, that in this The ladies are very fond of music and flowers, bo plain and venerable pile once sat the immortal Signers of which speak very favorably of their taste and refit of the Declaration of Independence-that on these steps ment. In walking the streets, you will see beauti was first declared that we were free and independent collections of flowers at their windows, and you v that here the “Father of a now flourishing and exten- find some of their private gardens most extensive. sive country was first seen sitting in the Presidential have been often charmed with their music, and i chair, directing the destinies of a new and freeborn na- delightful to attend the musical soirée given by N tion. But no such feelings as these glow in their bosoms, Capt. R. and Mrs. B. alternately on Tuesday evenil and they never point to it as the dearest proof of their At these parties, you hear the best vocal and ins freedom. How often will they speak of Fairmount / mental performers and meet the most select society.