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tively beautiful! the curse of him "who knoweth where the lightnings hide," the lofty sublimity of Oriska in scorning death, and the abrupt grandeur of the conclusion, unite in constituting it a most lovely poem. How gently falls upon the ear, and enters the very heart, this beautiful description!
Their sweet bower
Rose like a gem amid the rural scene,
Carol'd unwearied, the gay squirrel leaped,
With silver foot, a frolic fountain stole,
The mighty prairie met the bending skies, A sea at rest, whose sleeping waves were flowers.
The note which precedes the poem, proves the Bell of the Wreck to have been founded on fact: it is written, as the reader will now observe, with much feeling and beauty.
BELL OF THE WRECK.
Toll, toll, toll,
Thou bell by billows swung,
And night and day thy warning words
Wreck d on yon rocky shore;
The high-soul'd and the brave,
Sons of the storm and blast,
Whose hallowed voice of prayer
On that sad verge of life,
Toll for the lover lost
To the summon'd bridal train!
Toll for the absent sire,
Who to his home drew near,
The festal board is spread,
Toll for the loved and fair,
The whelm'd beneath the tide,
Reft from the household throng;
Toll for the hearts that bleed
'Neath misery's furrowing trace!
Toll, toll, toll,
O'er breeze and billow free,
Tell how o'er proudest joys
May swift destruction sweep,
The Advertisement of a Lost Day, is written in a moral, contemplative, and eminently religious vein, and so as to attract the attention of the most giddy; they must be truly abandoned, and incapable of reflection, who can read the following lines without deriving benefit from their suggestions.
ADVERTISEMENT OF A LOST DAY
Lost! lost! lost!
A gem of countless price, Cut fom the living rock,
And graved in Paradise;
Set round with three times eight
Lost-where the thoughtless throng
Such as the white-robed choir attune
I feel all search is vain; That gem of countless cost
Can ne'er be mine again;
Mrs. Sigourney has given
I offer no reward,
For till these heart-strings sever,
But when the sea and land
Who judgeth quick and dead;
That man can ne'er repair,
evidence in Niagara, as well as
in many other of her poems, of the possession of masculine power, and grasp of thought. How full of vigor, and lofty imagination, this line!
God hath set his rainbow on thy forehead."
As an evidence of the power of genius in investing any subject with interest, and also as an example of a well organized mind drawing sublime inferences from apparently the most trivial objects, The Shred of Linen deserves perusal. The Mourning Daughter is another instance of the forcible imagination, original conception, and exalted mind of the authoress. The tale is told with a matchless dignity, and calm simplicity, which bears us along like a majestic stream, mirroring its truth in its transparent beauty.
Napoleon at Helena, is written in a nervous strain of lyric grandeur, evidencing great classic taste, sound judgment, and the same depth of thought, and masculine vigor, which have been already adverted to. As an exhibition of great spirit and national pride, which render it highly interesting, we shall instance Columbia's Ships-a narrative of much interest, and wearing a romantic dress. The Trial of the Dead, can hardly be read without communicating to the reader a portion of the weird and mysterious feeling, which influences its incident and language. For its length, perhaps the prettiest thing that ever was written is, The Death of an Infant; the ideas are beautiful in the extreme, and follow each other in a most natural way, which leaves an impression on the mind, of excellence not to be surpassed: it is enough to convert an Infidel, and to bring tears into the eyes of the veriest misanthrope that exer lived.
The Rainbow pours forth a fresh flood of her thoughtful, yet energetic, and glowing poetry: how beautifully the poet insinuates that the junction of the smile and the tear-drop, have resulted in the creation of the rainbow. It is an idea
worthy of Homer, and heathen mythology has not produced any thing to surpass it. Another talisman, with power to "Ope the sympathetic source of tears," is The Infant's Prayer. Harold and Tosti, shew the authoress to be in no wise deficient in that simple grace, dramatic power, and spirited method, so essential for the perfection of the ballad. If any other instance of the psychological beauties of Mrs. Sigourney were required, we should find one in her beautiful poem, called Dreams. is full of superb images, woven in the light of the brightest fancy, yet formed of the essence of the soundest truth: there is a most charming moral conclusion evolved from the consideration of the subject.
Man's Three Guests, is an exquisite ballad, remarkable for its beauty, and appropriateness; it is written in an interesting, yet easily comprehended strain, which might effect more good by leading the mind to the contemplation of its more essential objects, than a thousand homilies, and all the tracts which ever yet issued from Exeter Hall.
An excellent instance of the deep reflection, analytical power, and graphic mode of treatment of the writer, is afforded us, in The Unrifled Cabinet-We present the reader with its
Our stewardship of thought. When shall
That we may hoard for intellect, nor find
Leases of tenements amid the sands
By smooth-tongued Hope.
They're lost! The lock is forced!
Still, ye say
When shall that time be? When? When Heaven's pure gate unfoldeth, and thy soul
Glides like a sunbeam through.
With the following poem, entitled Alice, in Пleaven, to her Family, left on Earth, and but little known in this country, we close our notice of the American Hemans. It is necessary to mention that this poem was composed on
the occasion of the death of a highly interesting deaf and dumb young lady; she is here represented as having arrived at the mansions of bliss, and, meeting her father, thus apostrophises those fond objects of her affection, whom she had left on earth :
SISTERS! there's music here!
From countless harps it flows,
Nor pause nor discord knows:
By love divine,
And what thro' life I pin'd to hear,
Is mine! is mine!
The warbling of an ever-tuneful choir,
And the full deep response of David's sacred lyre.
Her broken harmony,
That thus the melodies of Heaven might roll,
And whelin in deeper tides of bliss, my rapt, my wondering soul 2
Joy! I am mute no more;
My sad and silent years,
With all their loneliness, are o`er;
Sweet Sisters! dry your tears.
Listen, at hush of eve-listen at dawn of day-
As light from chaos beamed,
Whose blood from Calvary stream'd,
And still it swells that highest strain, the song of the redeem'd.
Brother!-my only one!
Belov'd from childhood's hours,
I cannot come to thee,
No disappointments shroud
The fearful words-to purt,
Are never breath'd above;
Heaven hath no broken heart-
Oh Mother! He is here,
To whom my soul so grew,
His smile my infant griefs restrain'd;
With gratitude unutter'd and supreme;
But yet, till these refulgent skies burst forth in radiant glow,
I knew not half th' unmeasured debt a daughter's heart doth owe.
Ask ye, if still his heart returns its ardent glow?
Look! 'tis a little space, ere thou shalt rise to know:
"How near," thou canst not see;
I watch thy lone repose
ALICE doth comfort thee;
To welcome thee I wait-blest Mother, come to me!
The greatest humorist among his poetical brethren is Oliver Wendell Holmes. His humor is of the most quaint and peculiar order, and like all humorous poets of a high rank, he is capable of affecting the most melting pathos. Satire is another vein into which his humor frequently runs, and even in didactic themes he pours forth a rich ingredient of this acceptable spirit. In all his humorous compositions, the most excellent sense and worthy purpose are clearly manifest. Holmes is not merely a humorist, he has given more than sufficient evidence of his capability in treating contemplative subjects, and when his muse aspires to that species of composition, his language is always the most elegant, and his ideas the most elevated of their kind. He is also, it must be considered, a poet of greater promise than performance, and it would be exceedingly hazardous to venture an opinion as to the degree of fame which he may hereafter reach. That humor is his most congenial theme, and the one whose cultivation will obtain for him the greatest amount of success, there is no reason to doubt. He is perhaps the only humorist his country has produced, and this in itself might be sufficient to magnify his celebrity; but the great depth of his humorous talent, its variety, and its happy co-existence with the most thrilling pathos, the "Seria mista Iocis" are the solid title-deeds which establish the author's fame. To these it is true one more might be added, which is simply this; that having principally made use of this distinguished talent for the laudable purpose of instructing the poor, and of elevating their tastes, eradicating their vices, and improving their general condition, both moral and physical, as well as for the benefit of deserted youth, in inculcating generous and honorable principles, and in developing their growing tastes, the motive which sanctifies such compositions, independent of their inimitable adaptation to the task, by reason of their attractive nature, must necessarily insure no inconsiderable amount of respect and admiration to the benefit of him who has given