MEONIDES rehearsed a tale of arms, And NASO told of curious metamorphoses; Unnumbered pens have pictured woman's charms, While crazy LEE gave vent to rhymes on porpoises: But mine the glory to recount thy worth, O crystal SPECS! that peep'st invisibly Into mine eyes, and giv'st them power to see What else they had not seen in heaven or earth. Thou second sight, that sham'st old Scotia's seers! Thou vision-giver of the scenes that lie Beyond the reach of unanointed eye, Far, far away in sight-confounding spheres! And climb'st its gate for me, and lettest down the bars. II. Without thee, what were life? A misty vision, A weary waste, with not a flower in bloom! Mine optics capered in the field of sight, III. Art's wondrous world thou layest bare to me; Of hidden treasures of philosophy; Or, by thy magic power, I plume the wing, And fly to realms where deathless poets dwell: I hear the lays their lips immortal sing, And list the tales their tongues were wont to tell. By thee I scan the 'human face divine,' The pleasing study loved so long and well; I mark the graces that within it shine, When in the breast the deep emotions swell, LITERARY. NOTICES. TALLULAH, AND OTHER POEMS. By HENRY R. JACKSON. In one volume: pp. 235. Savannah: JOHN M. COOPER. New-York: COOLIDGE, Pearl-street. WE shall demonstrate to our readers that the author of this little volume is a poet; that he possesses the feeling, the refinement, the power of description, the love of nature, and the command of mellifluous language, which entitle him to that honored appellation. We met, many years ago, a brief poem of this writer, which had the effect to attract our attention to any piece bearing his name that we afterward encountered. It bore the simple title My Father,' and was in the following words that burn :' As die the embers on the hearth, And o'er the floor the shadows fall, That grows beneath the waning light; "My FATHER! when they laid thee down, Upon thy narrow couch of rest, 'But when I saw thy vacant chair, Thy book-the pencilled passage where The tree beneath whose friendly shade Thy trembling feet had wandered forth; The very prints those feet had made When last they feebly trod the earth: "And thought, while countless ages fled, Thy vacant seat would vacant stand; Unworn thy hat, thy book unread, Effaced thy footsteps from the sand; Oh! Father! then for her and thee We have not a word to add to this. If any reader can peruse these lines without tears, he has no feelings in common with us. Every true father who reads them, will join in an aspiration, honorable alike to affection and humanity, that when his time shall come to go hence and be no more seen,' some beloved child may remember him in thoughts from the inner soul like these. Of the longer poem with which the volume before us opens, we shall not at present speak; farther than to say, that it embodies the natural poetical reveries and reflections of a thoughtful mind and reverent heart, during a 'Sabbath on the Mountains,' in the sublime and beautiful presence of the great Falls of Tallulah. It is to the shorter pieces that we desire more especially to call the attention of our readers; and we proceed at once to that 'labor of love.' Our author, it would seem, was an officer in a corps of the Georgia volunteers, in the late war with Mexico; and on one occasion he poured out his heart' in the subjoined lines to My Wife and Child :' THE tattoo beats; the lights are gone; 'I think of thee, oh! dearest one! Whose love mine early life hath blest; Of thee and him, our baby son, Who slumbers on thy gentle breast: GOD of the tender, frail, and lone, Oh! guard that little sleeper's rest! "And hover, gently hover near To her whose watchful eye is wet; The mother-wife, the doubly dear, In whose young heart have freshly met Two streams of love so deep and clear, And cheer her drooping spirits yet! Now, as she kneels before THY throne, "That THOU canst stay the ruthless hand Of dark disease, and soothe its pain; That only by THY stern command The battle's lost, the soldier's slain; That from the distant sea or land THOU bring 'st the wanderer home again! And when upon her pillow lone May happier visions beam upon The bright' ning currents of her breast; Nor frowning look, nor angry tone, Disturb the sabbath of her rest!' But it was not alone of his own sad emotions, nor of the wife and child he had left behind him, that our poet thought and wrote. After the battle's strife was over, he mused upon The Dead of the Georgia Regiment, and gave to his generous thoughts these touching words: There is a something, yet what it is we can scarcely tell, that reminds us, while reading Mr. JACKSON's verse, of the poetry of JOHN RUDOLPH SUTERMEISTER, the early companion and friend of WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK. There is a kindred pathos, a kindred melody, in each. The lines' To the Whip-poor-will,' are an illustration of this: 'OH! some prefer the mock-bird's note, Or lark's shrill quaverings, as they float But none to me are half so sweet As thus, upon this mossy seat, To list thee, bird of grief! And dream of hopes for ever fled, VOL. XXXVII. 12 'And oh! when life is ended, here I'd wish to lay me down to sleep, And thou shalt keep thy vigils here, Thy plaintive ditty still; And sweet shall be the melody, We like the affectionate local feeling, the joyousness, and the perfectly natural ardor, of our author's tribute to the charms and associations of 'A Georgia Hearth? It beams with light, like the broad-backed hearth' it celebrates: WHEN the hoar-frost whitens o'er the plain, An open hearth, a generous hearth, 'Chosen altar of the bountiful, Of the genial and the bright! Of the offering free on thee, "Then cast the pine-knot on the fire- Our open hearth, a generous hearth, Mr. JACKSON does not lack a certain dry yet trenchant humor, as his 'Song of the Barefoot-Boy' sufficiently evinces; yet he is evidently trammelled in this species of verse. It is only here that the mechanical limæ-labor is too apparent. While the general tone of our author's poetry is grave and solemn, it is neither mawkish nor sad. We doubt not that his own stanzas, in a poem entitled Why art Thou Dejected?' express his own impressions in this regard: We close our extracts with a few natural and tender lines, written upon visiting a deserted homestead in Middle-Georgia : DESERTED fields on every side Lie in the desert air; The storm has ploughed their furrows wide, How still the earth! how sad the sky! 'Gone is the fondly-nurtured grove, Gone are its precious flowers, And yet this spot-I love it well! Where now the fields of yellow corn, Of cotton snowy white, That rustled in the breezy morn, Or kindled in the light? Where now the woods of oak and pine That waved with sea-like swell? Where now the herds of lowing kine? The horn?- the tinkling bell? Very admirably and artistically are brought in here the accessories of the picture; the cotton snowy white;' the woods waving with sea-like swell;' the 'shattered chimney,' illustrates the solitude of the scene. We conceive that we have made good the declaration with which we commenced this notice: and we very confidently and cheerfully leave the 'case' with all our readers, irrespective of age, sex, or clime.' JAMAICA IN 1850: OR, THE EFFECTS OF SIXTEEN YEARS OF FREEDOM ON A SLAVE COLONY. By JOHN BIGELOW. In one volume. New-York and London: GEORGE P. PUTNAM. SOMEBODY (we had almost said 'busy-body') took away this volume from our sanctum-table on its first appearance, since which time we have not seen it until the very evening on which we write. We have perused it with both profit and satisfac tion, and have been especially struck with the off-hand yet picturesque and graphic style of the writer. He does not profess to have written a history or a geography of Jamaica, nor to present a scientific statement of its resources, nor a mere book of travels. He gives, on the contrary, a striking picture of Jamaica as she is, not what she has been. We must content ourselves with a single extract, describing our author's entrance into the harbor and town of Kingston, and the awkwardness of the negroes who 'assisted' at that consummation: We were compelled to stop at Port Royal, to have our baggage inspected by the custom-house officers, before going over to Kingston. The revenue officers were mostly colored people. I saw but one white oarman in any of the revenue boats, and in that one, the coxswain was a colored man. When the ceremony of inspection was over, we re-distributed ourselves in our boats, and bore way for Kingston, about six miles distant, on the opposite side of the bay. We had four colored oarsmen, under the command of Commodore BROOKS himself, a very black man, with very white linen, whose broad pennant of red, with a white ball, swung at the mast-head, to indicate that he was senior officer of the port. He told me that he received his commission from the admiral on the station, and that no other boatmen were at liberty to raise the red flag, but himself. I was amused at the style in which these pretensions were asserted, and asked him what he would do if one were so irreverent as to appropriate his color. He said he would go and pull it down, but added, that no one would dare to attempt such an outrage. I felt my capacity to realize the dignity of our commander gradually expand, and when he added, that he had several other boats plying between Kingston and Port Royal, I was awed. 'Our boat was very well in its way, but the oars were a novelty. They consisted of two pieces. One a long pole the entire length of the oar, of uniform size from end to end. The other was a board in the shape of an ordinary oar blade, which was spliced to the pole in three places, with a cord and nothing else." The oarsmen struck the water with the side of the blade to which the pole was attached, instead of the smooth side, out of respect to some principle of hydro-dynamics with which I was not familiar. Instead of thole-pins, they used a rope, tied to the side of the boat, through which the oar passed, and by which it was detained near, if not in its place, when used. The Commodore defended both these novelties with a force of logic which required nothing but a stupidity among his hearers, corresponding with his own, to render perfectly conclusive. He was about two hours getting us over to Kingston, a distance of about five miles. During the voyage I had leisure to contemplate the striking scenery which bounds the city we were approaching, in the rear. A high range of hills, rising gradually to mountains, surrounds it on all sides. These hills are indented, apparently, by the centurial washing of running waters, until they look as if some astringent had been poured over them in their days of formation, and corrugated their surface into its present shape. They were green, and as I afterwards discovered were cultivated and inhabited to their very summits. As we approached the shore, and the vegetation began to reveal itself, I realized, for the first time, that we were within the tropics. We have hot weather at the north, and custom-house officers and negroes-weather as hot, custom-house officers as troublesome, and negroes as black as any I have yet encountered; but I had never before seen the cocoa-nut and the plaintain growing, as I did now. Here, in the depth of winter, orange-trees were dropping their fruit, and the bananas were ready to be plucked; the lignum-vitæ tree waved its luxuriant foliage, ornamented with a delicate blossom of surpassing beauty; and in the distance, our eyes were directed to the waving sugar-fields of the Caymanos, and on the mountains, to the abandoned coffee-estates, belonging to the bankrupt Duke of BUCKINGHAM. I was most impatient to get on shore, that I might stray into the country and stare the wonders of tropical vegetation full in the face. "Notwithstanding my impatience, I was compelled to submit to many delays. My largest trunk, which was handled by the coachman in New-York without difficulty, engaged the devoted exertions of four negroes, in the effort to draw it from the boat, which they effected by instalments, after turning it over, as they did every article of luggage, several times, and trying it in various ways and from opposite sides, as if to see if they could not in some way get the advantage of it. They were two hours in transporting our luggage from the boats to our lodgings, not half a mile distant. And as the sun was nearly vertical the whole time, their delays were not a little trying to the best of us.' Among other important and interesting chapters in the volume, there is one upon climate, exercise, etc., and the precautions necessary to be taken by invalids who visit the island in search of the greatest of all blessings, and without which scarcely any other blessing is a blessing-HEALTH. We again commend to our readers the work before us, as one alike pleasant, instructive, and useful. |