Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour; Dear are her whispers still, though lost their early power. In youth the cheek was crimson'd with her glow; We knew not, cared not, it was born to die. And manhood felt her sway too,-on the eye, And though at times might lower the thunder storm, Was balmy with her breath, and her loved form, The rainbow of the heart, was hovering there. "T is in life's noontide she is nearest seen, Her wreath the summer flower, her robe of summer green. But though less dazzling in her twilight dress, There's more of heaven's pure beam about her now; That angel-smile of tranquil loveliness, Which the heart worships, glowing on her brow; That smile shall brighten the dim evening star Till the faint light of life is fled afar, And hush'd the last deep beating of the heart ; The meteor-bearer of our parting breath, A moon-beam in the midnight cloud of death. WEEHAWKEN. WEEHAWKEN! In thy mountain scenery yet, And frolic hour of infancy, is met ; And never has a summer's morning smiled Upon a lovelier scene, than the full eye Amid thy forest solitudes, he climbs O'er crags, that proudly tower above the deep, Like the death music of his coming doom, In such an hour he turns, and on his view, Ocean, and earth, and heaven, burst before him Clouds slumbering at his feet, and the clear blue Of summer's sky, in beauty bending o’er him— The city bright below; and far away Sparkling in golden light, his own romantic bay. Tall spire, and glittering roof, and battlement, And white sails o'er the calm blue waters bent, And many a scene forgot, the heart will hold Its memory of this; nor lives there oné Whose infant breath was drawn, or boyhood days Upon that bay, or on that mountain stand, JOSEPH HUTTON Was born in Philadelphia on the 25th of February, 1787. He received a common English education in that city, and when taken from school was placed in a store. How long he remained there, we know not, but very early in life he contributed verses to the periodicals of the day. He also wrote prose, and published several romantic stories in a literary paper; their titles were Don Guiscardo, Ardennis, The Castle of Altenheim, and others. It was, we believe, in the year 1808, that he produced at the Chesnut Theatre, his first comedy, entitled The School for Prodigals; this was followed by a musical piece, entitled The Wounded Hussar, which was played at the same theatre, and printed in 1809. Mr Hutton having the cares of a family upon him, established a school in his native city, which he conducted with both credit and profit to himself, but continued to devote his leisure to the muses. He now made a collection of his fugitive poems, which he published under the title of Leisure Hours. In 1812 his comedy of Fashionable Follies was cast at the Olympic theatre in Philadelphia, but never performed, which elicited an angry preface from the author, when he printed his piece in 1815. This performance is modelled upon Colman's comedy of the Poor Gentleman. The scene is laid on the borders of Lake Champlain. It is not destitute of merit, but the imitation is too palpable His next publication was a poem entitled The Field of Orleans, written in the style of Walter Scott, and contains several spirited passages. Mr Hutton's love for the drama now induced him to try the stage as a profession, and he performed at several of the theatres in Philadelphia. In the winter of 1822 he produced a farce entitled Modern Honor, or How to Dodge a Bullet; this was founded on a ludicrous duel between two public characters which was for some time a subject of general comment throughout the country. He 16 VOL. III. also performed at different theatres in the southern and western states, and was considered an actor of respectable talents. In 1823 he removed to Newbern, North Carolina, where he established himself as a preceptor of youth. During his residence there, he wrote a melo-drama entitled The Falls of Niagara, and a tragedy on the murder of Colonel Sharp of Kentucky, both of which are still in manuscript. He also contributed to the poetic department of the Newbern Sentinel. He died on the 31st of January, 1828, leaving a wife and daughter. His writings seldom rise above mediocrity, but many of his productions are agreeable. His talents were rather imitative than creative. THE FIELD OF ORLEANS. FAREWELL, awhile, domestic charms, Demands each nerve in manly toil; I court not battle's awful brunt, And be my service thine! And nearer now the foemen drew, And dark and dismal was the night, Nought may thy former deeds avail, * * That time, full many a widowed dame, Whose breast stern war's resistless aim, |