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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 beauties,-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 slanza from Canto sixth,
HEAVEN. Tell me, ye Muses ! what our father-ages
There, golden stars set in the crystal snow, Have left succeeding times to play upon ?
There, dainty joys laugh at whiteheaded caring, What now remains unthought by those sages,
There, day no night, delight no end shall know, Where a ner 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 a postrophe 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 Mævius 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 ; Here follows a gem.
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,
His heart, his hands, his tongue full oft belies; praise ?
In 's path (as snail's,) silver, but slime he leaves. Thus 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 : tained.
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.
LOVE OF GOD TO MEN.
THE LESSON OF THE LARK.
Turn we now to Canto eighth. Here is the fifteenth
stanza. I grieve to pass over some admirable des. His painted face might hardly be detected : Arms 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 traitrous 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 twines, his target broad displayed,
raves. 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.
In Canto ninth, you may read what I will call
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 fled :
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 furlher 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. Il 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 multiply.
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;
So richest pearls lie closed in vilest shells : Here is a sketch ; a family group. Mark the exqui
So lowest dales we let at highest rates; site delineation of the difference between these kindred
So creeping strawberries yield daintiest cates, personations.
The Highest highly loves the low, the loftiest, hales ! DETRACTION AND THIEVERY. And at the rear of these, in secret guise,
By them went Fido, marshal of the field; Crept Thievery and Detraction ; near akin:
Weak was his mother, when she gave him day, No twins more like: they seemed almost the same.
And he, at first, a sick, and weakly child, One stole the goods,—the other, the good name.
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.
THE REVIVAL OF THE WOUNDED.
Yet when more years afford more growth and might,
GLEANINGS ON THE WAY. In Canto the tenth is this admirable description of
BY J. Q. P. of N. C.
America-Coup d'æil 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 ! Fenth: it is a study for Landseer.
As the child loves its mother, so I love thee. Ere I was THE GENTLE GREYHOUND AND THE CURS.
let loose from the prison-walls of a university, I had
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 song 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. describe
Give me to see the sublime and beautiful in naturethe rocks and torrents, forests and mountains, hills,
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; The twelfth Canto, and the last, contains many splen- ed of that most delightful city, and charmed with their
become acquainted with the intelligent and accomplishdid stanzas which I would fain transcribe, but there are limits to one contributor's monthly share in a Magazine, vated country of Eastern Pennsylvania, and lingered on
society. I have travelled through the beautifully cultias 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 Rivière”--the Ohio, and stemmed the powThere, sweet delights which know not end nor mea. erful current of the Mississippi. I bave 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. J. F. o. I have passed through scenes interesting and charming;
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 Philadel. the 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, Exare 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 charm. 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 conIf water were kept leaping and playing through and ducted schools give them great advantages, and their 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 their Washington squares soon be rid of those who now visit conversation interesting and instructive. They want them, and the respectable citizens and strangers could the liveliness, the vivacity, the simplicity, the ease and here promenade without the risk of being insulted at expression of the Southern lady when engaged in conevery step. Owing to this arrangement of streets and versation. They have the substance, but want the soul public squares, the air circulates freely and contributes Hence the conversation of the latter, although not so to the health of the city.
instructive, is more attractive and winning. All who The public buildings are of a fine order, but I visited have been so fortunate and happy as to converse with only one with much interest—the Old State House, both, must acknowledge the superiority of the Southern which stands unnoticed and unhonored, with its front in this particular. There is a something which fasci
. posted with bills of " Theatre," “ Magic,” “ Diorama,” | nates, chains and insensibly wins. The Philadelphians “ Constable's Notice,” “ I
,” “Lost,” &c. To me, it served dress in better taste than any people in this country. to recall many interesting and delightful associations, Their dresses are neater and their colors belter chosen; 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, both plain and venerable pile once sat the immortal Signers of which speak very favorably of their taste and refineof the Declaration of Independence—that on these steps ment. In walking the streets, you will see beautiful - was first declared that we were free and independent collections of flowers at their windows, and you will that here the “Father” of a now flourishing and exten- find some of their private gardens most extensive. I sive country was first seen sitting in the Presidential have been often charmed with their music, and it is chair, directing the destinies of a new and freeborn na- delightful to attend the musical soirée given by Mrs. tion. But no such feelings as these glow in their bosoms, Capt. R. and Mrs. B. alternately on Tuesday evenings. and they never point to it as the dearest proof of their At these parties, you hear the best vocal and instrufreedom. How often will they speak of Fairmount ) mental performers and meet the most select society. As
instrumental performers of a high order, we may men to dwell upon the past, and make it seem as the present. tion Mrs. W., Misses N. and P.-and as vocalists, Allis life, all buoyancy, all pleasure, and we return to Mrs. Capt. R., Mrs. B. and Misses W. and G. our homes better and happier beings than when we left
It has been said that the Philadelphians are cold and them. reserved in their intercourse with strangers, but it holds
Elizabeth City. true only with those who have visited that city and left it without remaining sufficiently long to become known. Strangers who bring letters of introduction, or persons whose family, education and manners are such as to entitle them to move in their circles, will, when acquaint
THE SLEET STORM, ed, have the most marked attentions paid them. There
AT WASHINGTON. is no city in the Union in which the gentleman is better received. If he pass the ordeal, he is safe and happy
By the author of 'Love at the Shrines,' &c. in their society; if found unsuited and rejected, he will find it advisable not to attempt the purchase, as he will As I lay in my bed this morning I heard a low noise most certainly fail.
upon my windows, and extending my arm from beneath The Medical department of the University of Penn- its folding of blankets, I drew aside the curtain, to see sylvania is an institution well known through our which of winter's messengers was summoning me to country, and stands deservedly high both at home and arise. Like a wild urchin scattering shot from his abroad. The antiquity of the school and the great father's pouch, the delicate flakes of sleet tapped against names connected with it, have placed it at the head of the panes, and made music upon the brittle and respondmedical schools on this side of the Atlantic. With it, ing surface. I was fairly awake. There was no sunare associated the names of Rush, Wistar, Barton, light in the skies, but a dull, heavy atmosphere fell over Dorsey, Physick, Dewees, Chapman, Jackson, Hare the face of nature, and veiled the distant houses in a and Horner-names illustrious in the history of medi- dusky cloud. Still the spattering against the windows eine and as benefactors of mankind. It has been gra- continued, and I answered the summons by a spring dually extending its course of instruction, and its re- from my bed, and was soon equipped. sources are constantly accumulating. The chemical How cheerfully our hearth burns on a sleety mornlaboratory is inferior to none in the world, and the anato-ing, when the servant is industrious. You descend mical museum is the most perfect in this country. To from the regions of Lapland, where furred wrappers and it, is attached the Philadelphia Hospitalor Alms-House, ermined cloaks are necessary, into the region of delithe most extensive and best arranged building of the cious comfort. kind.
The breakfast room is warnı, and you meet your The winter has been uncommonly gay. Mr. and rosy child, with its rich cheeks crimsoned with health, Mrs. Wood and Mr. Brough have astonished and de- who runs to you from her cricket by the fire, and lighted the musical world in the operas of Masanello, presses her sweet warm cheek to yours. You take her Fra Diavolo and La Somnambula. They have fine in your arms, and both together gaze upon the whivoices, sing with great taste and power and give the tened fields; and how the merry heart laughs, as she greatest satisfaction. The parties and balls are very sees the old cow sliding down the hill, like a mahogany frequent. To-night, we attend the brilliant ball at Mrs. table-her four legs stiff as icicles. She chirps and C***, Chesnut street, where we shall meet the aristo- laughs with delight, when a little boy catches the sliding cratic and fashionable.—At 10 o'clock, we made our old quadruped by the tail, and accompanies her on her obeisance to Mr. and Mrs. C***, and stepping aside so slippery journey, until they arrive in safety at the botas to give room for those who were behind, we were tom of the hill. The wiry, woolly dog has crept from soon lost in the crowd. The music from Johnson's just his lair in an old basket, where he has slept all night, ly celebrated band invited to the dance, and we were covered up in a green baize crumb-cloth which he has soon engaged in the graceful cotillion, the voluptuous cabbaged, and he looks around him with a knowing waltz and elegant gallope. The dancing continued eye as if he was considering his chance for an upset. until twelve, at which time the ladies were conducted He is a droll, sly and quaint chap, and though quite to the supper table, which was heavily loaded with all young, has his wits wonderfully developed. the luxuries of good eating. At one in the morning, the The only place that he will stand a chance for a fall, company began to disperse, and at two I found myself will be the outside steps that descend to the kitchen. comfortably fixed in my lodgings, which I left at ten, Bob, the ostler's, shoes, may have iced their angles, as fatigued and suffering from headache and fever. he passed in from the stable.
I delight in sleigh-riding. It is glorious sport, when, No sun yet-and the clock is on the figure of nine. with ladies on either side of us and with horses well Is yonder white world of ice to stand all day long ? trained and gentle, we dart away at the rate of twelve The skies forbid. miles an hour to see some dear friend in the country. How the urn smokes again, and the aroma of the It is sweet to leave behind the pent-up city with its dull coffee ascends in fragrant spires and pervades the room, anthracite coal fires, and seek the country and seat our as if the odor of some Deity descending from Olympus. selves beside the cheerful wood which blazes and The hot rolls melt the butter, as I hope the sunbeam, crackles on the family hearth. And then too, comes the warm and vigorous, will ere long march over the stubcold bread and sliced ham, cakes and wine, and other re- born ice, and conquer its huge surface with a smile. freshments a thousand times better than the same things The sleet hurries on apace from the near hanging on our own tables. And now too is the time we love clouds, and the very trees seem to shiver as the ice-bolt