"Her rocks, ber streams, her mountains as they stand,
Homes of the pure, the beautiful in heaven;
Skies softly set, that, spreading o'er the land,
Show bridals of rare beauty, morn and even;
And ob! the mighty rivers, wild and grand,

With seas that leap from heights by thunder riven;
And all the thousand tributary sights,

That in our forest land, reveal such dear delights.

"Of these must she partake,-whatever glory,
Boon Nature yields us of the bright, the fair,
Shall, in her every feature, have its story,

Prove her original and make her dear :
The giant tree by years and moss made hoary,

The wondrous cavern and the fountain clear;
H.lis, vales and streams must still reflect her beauty,
Inspire ber strain and win her constant duty.

"A rare and wondrous form, she rises slowly,
Even by her own magnificence opprest;
Though proud her glance, yet is her aspect holy,
As speaking the sweet peace within her breast;
Though distant still, yet neither dim nor lowly,-
The single star that flames upon her crest
Shall blaze upon the nations till they own,
The sovereign is most worthy of the throne."

He kept his wrath in cool till after dinner." Thus abruptly terminates Donna Florida, before we have got to the title of the book. We have dwelt so much upon it, because it is a Southern poem, which afforded us pleasure, and gave us occasion to offer a few suggestions, deemed important; and because we wished, by a full analysis, to give the public, whose award the author awaits, the means of deciding whether it shall be continued and finished. It is but an "introduction" to a "story sufficiently interesting in the sight of the author and susceptible of poetical embellishment Don Ponce and his hardy warriors, De Laye se- to make him desirous of giving it a proper shape and utterance." Whether he will continue it, in cond in command, are soon engaged in deadly conflict with the Indians. Leonora is their watch-this form, or not, depends upon the decision of the We can not but deem it injudi. word; and as De Laye even more loudly utters reading public. that dear sound, the ignorant Ponce applauds his cious and unsatisfactory to invoke the public judgdevotion to his leader. Foremost in the fight is ment of a contemplated production from a mere De Laye. He breaks the ranks of the enemy, "introduction," which confessedly furnishes no "whirls, shouts and stands alone." Now comes clue to the interest of the sequel. We say yes; the gallant Seminolé to meet him. What can be not because the author would stake his reputation more grand than the noble son of Nature, step-upon it; but because, without attempting a great ping forth in the pride of prowess, the solemnity of battle and the majesty of his free forest and mountain spirit! Thus appears Mico. "Never did Art in happiest hour unfold,

So proud a presence ;-never to the eye,
Did mortal, fashioned in superior mould,
The cunning scrutiny of Art defy;
Or woman love, or rival man behold

A shape more perfect in its symmetry:
The Apollo, with his ready shaft to strike,
Was only not inferior, yet how like!

"The lion in his port, and in his glance,
The eagle, free, commercing with the sun;
Yet, subtle as the serpent's, to entrance,

deal, it is interesting and highly creditable, and the American Muse should be encouraged to take extended and continuous flights. The sequel, too, will command the matured powers of the author and will certainly embody a pure and lofty homepatriotism.

ments.

With a few critical remarks, we will dismiss the Poem. The digressions are, to use the author's own words, "too long and too artificial, for the success of a composition, which, forbearing personal sarcasm and domestic satire, makes no appeal to those vulgar tastes, which delight in nothing half so much." The reflections are often just and The victim that he only looks upon; well-timed; but sometimes the author, we suppose, How swift and yet how graceful his advance,gives place to humor rather than to his true sentiHow fearless, as with fight already won; In some passages, the good and bad in He seeks no common foe, no feeble prey, human nature are well contrasted, as in the case But, scprning all beside, at once confronts De Laye." of woman. Sometimes, too little attention is paid We wish we could venture to give, in full, the con- to perfecting the rhyme and metre. However, a flict between the two champions. It was of varied little irregularity may relieve monotony. We have success and of doubtful issue for some time; at marked some places where there appears to be too length, the horse of De Laye is slain and his sword sudden a descent in the style, or sentiment; as in shivered by the battle axe of the Indian. Whilst this, when De Laye spares Mico; the Spaniard is avoiding the fast blows of the vigo"A generous feeling in his bosom swelling rous chief, and all escape from death seems well nigh hopeless, a pistol shot prostrates the Indian; but the magnanimous De Laye spares his fallen foe and he is borne from the field. Don Ponce did not appreciate this noble chivalry and blamed De Laye a love letter:

Denies that one so fearless, battling so,
Should perish prostrate, weaponless and maim'd ;—
A feeling that Don Ponce severely blamed."
Leonora would hardly speak thus to Alphonso, in

"Perchance 'twere wisdom to impose a check on
Your ardent spirit, when you reach those shores,
Lest you should find some Indian's venom'd arrow,
When you least think it, sticking in your marrow."

Nor birds nor bees the honeyed goblets probe;
No lofty trees their fruitful branches rear,
No gladdened beasts the annual yield consume,
No sun rolls round to mark the changing year-

In description, a writer may ridicule and burlesque The darkened spot of earth is desolate and drear.

any thing, however serious, if it suits his humor

or his purpose; but when he puts language into the mouth of another, it must be suitable to the feelings and sentiments of the speaker. Fickle and coquettish as Leonora was, she would not trifle with De Laye. She might use the following, in ridicule of Don Ponce :

"Yet should you of these waters get supplies, Fill me some dozen bottles, cork and seal e'm, Or find a way from old Don Ponce to steal 'em." Still it may be doubted whether the poet has not been a little inconsistent in making Leonora satirise, as it were, her sex's weakness and love of cosmetics.

And this was CHAOS! Nature knew no rest,
But the loud roar of Ocean with its surge
Poured full upon Oblivion's awful breast

Its wrathful, deep, and unrecorded dirge;
Alarmed at sounds like these, the shores emerge
In mural cliffs, and every element

Which spoke its ragings to the farthest verge
Of Earth's extended void, in wildness spent,
Sported with earth and sea and rent the firmament.

But order, peace, and law must be supreme,
And Anarchy must leave his terror-throne;

To die away at Heaven's effulgent beam
And leave no impress where he once was known;
Then on the lab'ring void a ray was thrown,
Leaping in glory from the fount of light,

Owning no source but GoD's command alone
To fill the wide expanse, and make it bright,

We were struck with the truth of the following And drive to deeper gloom the shadowy veil of night. paradox in social and domestic philosophy—

ness.

"Its (the world's) double singles and divided pairs." It well expresses the too frequent divisions of closest unions and the resources of individual happiWe wish we could, in conclusion, give you the denouement of the tale. Let us guess. De Laye gains verdant laurels in the South; turns out to be the son of Don Ponce, is acknowledged by him, receives his wealth, marries Leonora, and brings her to this country, where she becomes Donna Florida. Thus Don Ponce consoles himself with a daughter-in-law instead of a wife and goes down to the tomb, his youth as unrenewed as if he had never heard of the immortal Fountain.

Behold the change, and with unshaken eye,

And strong unwavering powers behold the scene!
See where the fallen and conquered princes lie,
Tamed and subdued to see the light serene,
As Day flings forth his broad reviving sheen;
See the wild ruin on the page of gloom,

Which stamped its heel upon the young terrene,
As, just escaping from the troubled womb
Of unknown night, it felt its vigors spring and bloom.
"LET THERE BE LIGHT!" and all the universe
Awoke in smiles to greet the dawning year,
And the glad song with ceaseless praise rehearse;
Creation strung its lyre, and swept its clear
And rich, harmonious tones from sphere to sphere;
Joy leaped upon its course with quickened bound,
Till realms illimitable gladly hear

The swelling notes, and catching quick the sound,
Send it to farther worlds to speed its course around!

CHAOS.

BY WM. OLAND BOURNE.

ORDER sprung out of Chaos! Darkness deep
Enshrouded Earth, which had no form nor mould,
While howling winds the turbid waters sweep
Along the shore in mountain billows rolled;
Here, satyrs 'mid the gloom fit converse hold,
And spirits of the deep their counsels laid,

While sea to shore the solemn mysteries told
In whispering ripples, when the storm was staid,
To give its audience to the silent serenade.

The beetling crag raised high his rugged brow,
Like some dark prince of night in awful mood,
Till wide-spread, wild convulsion laid it low,
Leaving its fragments where it once had stood;
Or there the shifting rock sublimely rude,
Denuded of its soil in silence lay,

Without a root to spring in solitude;
Or fierce volcanic fires intestine play,
Heaving a thousand hills and strata while they may.
No fertile vale retired in modest bloom,

To shrink from sight while decked in beauty's robe,
No fragrant flowers shed round their rich perfume
To please the sentient wanderers of the globe-

PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY.

A book of thoughts and arguments, originally treated. By
Martin Farquhar Tupper, Esq., M. A. of Christ Church,
Oxford. London, Joseph Rickerby (1st. series) 1838.
J. Hatchard and Son, 187 Picadilly, second series, 1842.
Philadelphia, Herman Hooker, both series in one vol;
1843.

We had the pleasure of becoming acquainted with Tupper's brilliant thoughts, several years ago, in Philadelphia, during a most joyous period, at the house of a clerical friend, to whom the first series of the London Edition had been presented. Charmed with its Christian philosophy, its deep reflection, its exalted sentiment and its poetry, its pages gave no little delight. We were not long in seeking to possess it. Sure enough, Jonathan had found out its merits; but being too anxious to turn a penny, had jumbled its nicely divided verses into close paragraphs. It was too much like finding favorite poetry printed en masse, and

we declined the purchase. Since then, several | becomes turgid and a little grandiloquent; after the efforts to obtain the work proved ineffectual, until original, sometimes incongruous, but seldom oba short time since, when, in Philadelphia, we bor- scure. To many, his thoughts will appear often rowed our old acquaintance and were able to labored; and the wonder will be whence came procure the second series of the London Edition. this, it is strained and not the spontaneous outBut now we are indebted to Mr. Hooker for the entire Work, neatly and beautifully arranged like the original. We wished it for the purpose of treating the readers of the Messenger to some of its gems. There is one circumstance connected with the American edition important enough to be mentioned. In the absence of an International Copyright Law, Mr. Tupper sold his imprimatur to Mr. Hooker and called upon the honor of the American publishers, not to interfere with his reward.

pouring even of a gifted mind. This is, doubtless, sometimes true. But some minds are so full of thought, so expanded in the range of their associations, so teeming with rich suggestions, that their ordinary flow seems forced to those of more contracted sphere. It is as natural for Niagara to pour its earthquake flood as for the rivulet to trickle down the hill. Tupper draws from every legitimate source; and the useful Arts and Practical Sciences have furnished him many beautiful and striking illustrations. How beautifully and forcibly he has unfolded some of the many paradoxes in human life! "Truth in things false;" "Good in things evil;" "Hidden uses;" "Indirect influen ces" "Trifles" and the like. The tone of the

That the work will commend itself to all tastes as it does to ours, we do not expect; for some have a horror of philosophy and of sober serious reflection. In these days of laughter-loving and comieality, many like humor only. We derive much whole is deeply religious, as are many of the subenjoyment from a hearty cachination, and we trust have an appreciation of wit, of which, among all

jects.

mortal;

of glory;

The passions of puny man; the majestic characters of God; The feverish shadows of Time, and the mighty substance of Eternity."

the fun so prevalent, there is now so very little. "To meanest matters I will stoop, for mean is the lot of Bet that mind is not to be envied which enjoys the I will rise to noblest themes, for the soul hath an heritage light and the humorous only and always, and has no taste for moral and religious sentiments. Tupper's thoughts are numerous, and many of them exquisite and poetically expressed; but there is hardly a light one among them; though he finely exhibits the value and importance of smallest trifles. The chapters are short and can be read at intervals, thus not wearying any with their lofty seriousness. Some will say, "Have we not the proverbs of Solomon, and who wants any more?" Tupper himself shall answer

What, though a guilty man renew that hallowed theme,
And strike, with feebler hand, the harp of Sirach's son?
What though a youthful tongue take up that ancient parable,
And utter faintly forth dark sayings, as of old?
Sweet is the virgin honey though the wild bee have stored
it in a reed;

And fair the living flowers, that spring from the dull cold sod.
Wherefore, thou gentle student bend thine ear to my speech?
Commend thy mind to candor and grudge not as though thou
bast a teacher,

Nor scorn angelic Truth for the sake of her evil herald,
Heed not him, but hear his words and care not whence they

come.

The viewless winds might whisper them, the billows roar

them forth.

Let us walk together in the shaded paths of meditation;
And charity not be a stranger at the board that is spread for

brothers."

These are the themes and for the most part they are worthily and wisely treated. WISDOM must have charms and communion for one who can thus portray her.

"Few and precious are the words which the lips of wisdom

utter:

To what shall their rarity be likened? ***
They be chance pearls, flung among the rocks by the sullen
waters of oblivion,

Which Diligence loveth to gather and hang round the neck
of Memory:

They be white-winged seeds of happiness, wafted from the

islands of the blessed,

Which Thought carefully tendeth in the kindly garden of the heart:

They be drops of the golden dew, which the wings of angels scatter,

When on some brighter Sabbath, they quiver most with delight.

Yet more, for the half is not said of their might and dignity and value;

For life-giving be they, and glorious, and redolent of sanc-
tity and Heaven.

As the beaded bubbles, that sparkle on the rim of the cup of
Immortality;

As wreaths of the rainbow spray, from the pure cataracts
of Truth.

Surely the reader must now be prepared to judge with mildness and charity, and will not let his "Judg- They be gleams of the day spring from on high, shed from

the windows of the skies."

For the sake of brevity, the collocation of some of these has been altered, which mars their beauty.

ment set her seal until she hath poised her balance." The topics treated are numerous and diverse; familiar, yet important; associated with the home spun duties of life and yet linked with the loftiest In such a work, one would suppose that every aims and aspirations of the human mind. In his thing was suited to all political creeds. But this, graspings after the sublime, the author sometimes like all others, exhibits one of the characteristic

glories of the English mind; its complete identifi- | elevated National Literature, breathing the very cation with the land of its pride. How thoroughly soul of American Liberty and filled with the spirit imbued are British authors with a spirit of Nation- of American patriotism. To produce this, the Copyality-ever upholding and maintaining the princi- right will have vast influence. ples and policy of their vast empire! American Leaving the subject of International Copyright Literature will want its stimulus and its reward, to the abler pen of Mr. Simms, we will pursue our until a like spirit sways our national mind. For objections to Tupper. In the chapter on Subjection, this end, we must be more cut off from the con- he enforces submission to "the powers that be;" stant imbibing of British and other foreign ideas and but does not seem to have drawn the distinction feelings, which now strangles and drowns our na- between subordination and submissiveness;-betionality. These United States are the most curious tween obedience to Lawful rule and subjection to and in some respects the sublimest Paradox and won- tyranny. In many passages, just obedience is inder in the world. Standing in the midst of power-culcated; but in the fervor of his compliments to ful opponents, who are almost omnipresent by the in- the then Maiden Queen, Victoria, and his zeal for fluence of their genius and the improvements of Art British Policy, he oversteps the bounds of Truth and are anxious to fulfil their prophecies and wishes, and Justice and makes a mock at freedom. by making our system prove a failure, we receive, "Whence then cometh the doctrine, that all should be equal with open minds and arms, every thing foreign, and free? whether in Literature, Science or Art, however it may militate against the principles on which our Institutions are founded, or the interests that cement us. The thoughts of Legitimacy and ArisMr. Tupper here only repeats the stale objections tocracy are not as our thoughts; their hopes, wishes to the celebrated passage in the Declaration of Inand plans are not as ours; and when sentiments dependence; which objections we recollect to have and feelings and agencies engendered by and met with in the works of one Harriet Martineau. suitable to them are brought to bear upon us, No sensible mind could ever have thought that what can prevent them from producing an effect? Thomas Jefferson and his compatriots had not obThe virtue and intelligence of the Nation have served the inequalities in the personal endowments resisted and expelled, a great deal that is most per- and conditions of men. These very inequalities nicious, but the poison may be stronger than the demand that they should all be equally at Liberty antidote; the tares may choke the wheat; and to fall into, or to rise to those ranks and positions, the enemies of our Principles are designedly and for which their differences fit them--not upholding incidentally sewing them thickly in the fertile and a besotted fool, nor an arbitrary despot on a throne; now too open fields of this Union.

It is the lie that crowded hell, when Seraphs flung away

subjection.

No man is his neighbor's equal, for no two minds are similar; And all things, from without and from within, make one man to differ from another."

nor binding perpetually the proud heart and lofty spirit in the shackles of subjection. Thus are all men equal :—to rise, or fall; to enjoy, or suffer; to rule, or bow the neck, as Heaven and their own wills and deeds may direct and prepare them.

The author proceeds

"Woe unto him, whose heart the syren song of Liberty hath charmed;

Woe unto him whose mind is bewitched by her treacherous beauty;

In mad zeal flingeth he sway the fetters of duty and con

straint,

wicked would be hindered;

Foreign ideas are thus constantly imported and imbibed; and to think they have no effect is to dispute the whole doctrine of influences, of cause and effect; to deny the power of mind. At this time, changes are wrought and systems built and overthrown mostly by the power of intellect. Pawns, knights and castles are banished from the political chess board and the game played with Kings, Queens and Bishops. Ten thousand agencies are continually operating unfavorably upon the NaAnd yieldeth up the holocaust of self to that fair Idol of the tional sentiment and men of intelligence take foreign Damned. texts, (from Alison, for example,) and preach against No man bath freedom in aught, save in that from which the the vital principles of our National existence, in He is free toward God and good; but to all else a bondman.” their gloomy harangues upon the evils under which To be "free toward God and good," he must they say we suffer. Mind must counteract mind. often be free from man and evil. The smile of We have Genius of our own. Imbue it with a lofty approbation can never rest upon him who lightly home-spirit and encourage its labors. An Interna-yields his heart to resistance. the ideas of the author, that what he would call tional Copyright Law will do much towards this, in mad zeal flinging away the fetters of duty and and there should be no delay in adopting it. It constraint,' others whose hearts are charmed by may be asked, were not Tupper's works published that sweet, not Syren, song of Liberty, would deem under a quasi copyright law; and would a regular and maintain as a laudable assertion of rights. International Copyright Law prevent the publica- Tupper's philosophy of subjection not only does not tion of English and other foreign works? Cer- suit this people, but, it appears to us, would have tainly not; but the value and character of those upheld the infamous John in his mean and despotic career; and have repressed every longing of the published would have to be higher. But we need British nation for louder strains of the "Syren a counteractive and that will be found only in an Song of Liberty."

But we infer from