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and Quintilian, and others equally purpose he lived and died; by this per-
, as the great another mistress and a family, lasting tests and essential principles of happitwenty years, to Laura's death, and ness, and not to our own hearts or conoutliving her thirty more! All this is sciences, or to that narrow circle of so contrary to our ideas of love, of sense, domestic relations where alone we can of reason, and of propriety, that it is in general be truly appreciated. No hazarding very little to say, the poetry one can doubt that if bacchanalian that sets it forth could never, under songs had never been invented, millions any circumstances, become popular or of recruits would have been withheld continue so here. The poetry is beau- from the armies of intemperance. If tiful, often exquisite, polished, ingeni. no Lauras had been sung and celebratous, soft, and musical, but as monoto- ed, many a female heart that now nous as an Æolian harp, and as worth- pants for the reputation of a belle, less, when you sum iis sense up, as would be easy in the enjoyment and a penny-whistle. Expressions occur diffusion of some more tranquil and which you remember and treasure up, more attainable happiness. Many a gems of prettiness in language and man who now annoys mankind by his thought, but all wasted on this silly efforts at some sort of violent pretissue, which annoys and tires one eminence, who seeks, if not to extort more than all these incidental plea- our respect or approbation, at least to sures refresh. But this is what Pe- force himself upon our knowledge and trarch has left behind him; to this compel us to be familiar with his name;
many a man of this kind might have where reach its sublimest conception, been a saint and a sage in private life, and find its loftiest and purest expreshad the finger-posts of his infancy sion, and there is the Poet of the Age. pointed him the way to independence, of the age only, if his theme be local, true independence; that loftiest and personal or transitory; and of all ages, most perfect condition of the soul, if it be deep and broad, and general. which only can place a man bove Chevy Chase may go to its repose-it mankind; can teach him to measure touches no chords that vibrate in this his faculties with his duties, and do generation. We have all read it, and truly and quietly that which he can do perhaps with a certain pleasure; but most effectually'; and can procure to when the page is laid aside, there is him sometimes the reward of that nothing in our daily life to call it up to “self-approving hour,” when he feels us again, and its traces are effaced from in the still small voice that says our minds. But Prospero's reflections to him “ well done,” the direct inspira- on the vanity of the world, Claudio's tion of his God.
on Death, or Isabel's apostrophe to HeaIt is a detestable heresy and one ven on Mercy; these, for the very confor which poets chiefly are responsible, trary reason, we never forget; nor can which teaches that there is no scope for they ever, after they are once impressed great talent in private life. The mute upon our memories, be very long abMilton must be reproached that he is sent from our thoughts. Scenes fitted also inglorious ; ihe guiltless Crom- to recall them pass before us every well is set in our estimation at a pin's day; and when they do so, these refinfee in comparison with the guilty one. ing, softening, and elevating thoughts A presumption of inferiority is deduced find a readier welcome in our minds, from the want of notoriety, success dwell in them longer, and exercise on becomes thus invidious, and bad feel them a more familiar influence, by the ings are generated which cause half aid of the exquisite beauty of the lanthe misery of society. All this is guage in which they present themwrong. It is in private life that the selves. Without the informing spirit, human mind is most generally des- the beauty of expression and imagery tined and designed to act; it is thither. were nothing; the polishers of words ward that its highest qualities tend- would be just as well employed to poit is there they must seek their natural lish pebbles; but the man who has exercise, their appointed tasks, and made the forms his own in which our their reward. It is there that poetry holiest thoughts are fain to dress themshould follow them; there it should selves, who is the interpreter between seek the undisguised, unstudied man, us and them, is become something in the freshness, the originality, the higher than a man; he is an influence rich variety of nature. The mask, the and a power upon the souls of a peocostume, the grimace of public life are ple. gone; the monotony of etiquette and Take this view of a poet's office, and affectation have given place to the play what is Petrarch? Take this view of of feeling, the ebbs and flows of pas- the subjects of poetry, and what is sicn, and the modes, phases and phan- Laura ?' View the world from this tasies, and caprices, that successive point, and we perceive immediately hours and days, and time, and chance, that the thoughts which master it, are bring with them. But sock and bus- something widely different from the kin courage, rhetorical patriotism, and shrewd devices which attract its eye scenic love, have had their day; our or please its ear for a moment, or gain relish of them is gone, and we even hate a certain command of its physical enthem, except indeed in the fresh sim- ergies. They are thoughts which the plicity of those earliest bards who noise of war and conquest does not sang when everything was new. suggest, which grasping schemes of
Yet we must have poetry ; the desire domination are certain to shut out, and of it is as natural to manas language; he which dwell not in the aspirations of makes it wherever he has words. The him who through any of the thousand step humanity is now taking, the ob- paths of human life is seeking mainly jeci it is now seeking, the inspiration his self-glorification. But they are which is now breathing through the breathed and reciprocated through a vast mind of the million, must some- vast brotherhood of sympathising spir
its, each one of whom is alone but as be given to the humble; and the holiest a drop, but the whole are as a tide, and purest and highest endowments setting with irresistible force towards of which our nature is susceptible, shall a point to which it is now God's mani- be as abundantly developed in our sofest will to conduct Humanity. The ciety, as beryl and jacinih and chrysomountains and hills shall be brought prasus in the foundations of the New low, the valleys shall be exalted, the Jerusalem. proud shall be abased, and grace shall
THE ANGEL OF TEARS.
BY WALTER WHITMAN.
High, high in space floated the angel when the heart of the imprisoned fraAlza. Of the spirits who minister in tricide held strange imagining. Old heaven Alza is not the chief; neither lessons and long forgotten hints, about is he employed in deeds of great im- heaven, and purity, and love, and genport, or in the destinies of worlds and the kindness, floated into his memory generations. Yet if it were possible -vacillating, as it were, like delicate for envy to enter among the Creatures sea-flowers on the bosom of the turgid Beautiful, many would have pined for ocean. He remembered him of his the station of Alza. There are a million brother as a boy-how they played tomillion invisible eyes which keep con- gether of the summer afternoons--and stant watch over the earth-each Child how, wearied out at evening, they of Light having his separate duty. slept pleasantly in each other's arms. Alza is one of the Angels of Tears. 0, Master of the Great Laws! couldsı
Why waited he, as for commands thou but roll back the years, and place from above?
that guilty creature a child again by There was a man upon whose brow the side of that brother! Such were rested the stamp of the guilt of Cain. the futile wishes of the criminal. And The man had slain his brother. Now as repentance and prayer worked forth he lay in chains awaiting the terrible from his soul, he sank on the floor day when the doom he himself had in- drowsily, and a tear stood beneath his flicted should be meted to his own per- eyelids. son.
Repentance and prayer from him ! People of the Black Souls !-beings What hope could there be for aspirawhom the world shrinks from, and tions having birth in a source so pollutwhose abode, through the needed se- ed? Yet the Sense which is never verity of the law, is in the dark cell sleepless heard that tainted soul's deand massy prison-it may not be but sire, and willed that an answering misthat ye have, at times, thoughts of the sion should be sent straightway. beauty of virtue, and the blessing of a When Alza felt the mind of the Alspotless mind. For if we look abroad mighty in his heart-for it was renin the world, and examine what is to dered conscious to him in the moment be seen there, we will know, that in -he cleaved the air with bis swift every human heart resides a mysterious pinions, and made haste to perform the prompting which leads it to love good- cheerful duty. Along and earthward ness for its own sake. All that is ration- he flew—seeing far, far below him, al has this prompting. It never dies. It mountains, and towns, and seas, and can never be entirely stified. It may stretching forests. At distance, in the be darkened by the tempests and immeasurable field wherein he travel. storms of guilt, but ever and anon the led, was the eternal glitter of countless clouds roll away, and it shines out worlds-wheeling and whirling, and again. Murderers and thieves, and motionless never. After a brief while the most abandoned criminals, have the Spirit beheld the city of his destibeen unable to deaden this faculty. nation; and, drawing nigh, he hovered
It came to be, that an hour arrived over it—that great city, shrouded in
the depths of night, and its many He slept. His hair, coarse and tangly thousands slumbering.
through neglect, lay in masses about Just as his presence, obedient to his his head, and clustered over his neck. desire, was transferring itself to the One arm was doubled under his cheek, place where the murderer lay, he met and the other stretched straight forone of his own kindred spreading his ward. Long steady breaths, with a wings lo rise from the ground. kind of hissing sound, came from his
“0, Spirit,” said Alza, “what a sad lips. scene is here!"
So he slumbered calmly. So the “I grow faint," the other answer- fires of a furnace, at night, though not ed, “at looking abroad through these extinguished, slumber calmly, when guilly places. Behold that street to its swarthy ministers impel it not. the right."
Haply, he dreamed some innocent He pointed, and Alza, turning, saw dream. Sleep on, dream on, outcast ! rooms of people, some with their minds There will soon be for you a reality maddened by intoxication, some utter- harsh enough to make you wish those ing horrid blasphemies-sensual crea- visions had continued alway, and you tures, and wicked, and mockers of all never awakened. holiness.
Oh, it is not well to look coldly and “O, brother," said the Tear-Angel, mercilessly on the bad done by our fel“let us not darken our eyes with the lows. That convict—that being of the sight. Let us on to our appointed bloody hand—who could know what missions. What is yours, my bro- palliations there were for his guilt ? ther ?"
Who might say there was no prema“ Behold!" answered the Spirit. ture seducing aside from the walks of
And then Alza knew for the first honesty-no seed of evil planted by time that there was third living thing others in his soul during the early years? near by. With meek and abashed Who should tell he was not so bred, gesture, the soul of a girl just dead that had heat manhood possessed aught stood forth before them. Alza, with- but propensities for evil it would have out asking his companion, saw that been miraculous indeed ? Who might the Spirit had been sent to guide and dare cast the first stone ? accompany the stranger through the The heart of man is a glorious temDark Windings.
ple; yet its Builder has seen fit to let So he kissed the brow of the re-born, it become, to a degree, like the Jewish and said,
structure of old, a mart for gross traf“Be of good heart! Farewell, both!" fic, and the presence of unchaste things.
And the soul and its monitor depart. In the Shrouded Volume, doubtless, it ed upward, and Alza went into the might be perceived how this is a part dungeon.
of the mighty and beautiful Harmony; Then, like a swinging vapor, the but our eyes are mortal, and the film form of the Tear-Angel was by and is over them. over the body of the sleeping man. To The Angel of Tears bent him by the his vision, night was as day, and day side of the prisoner's head. An instant as night.
more, and he rose, and seemed about At first, something like a shudder to depart, as one whose desire had been went through him, for when one from attained. Wherefore does that pleathe Pure Country approaches the wick- sant look spread like a smile over the edness of evil, the presence thereof is features of the slumberer? made known to him by an instinctive In the darkness overhead yet linger pain. Yet a moment, and the gentle the soft wings of Alza. Swaying Spirit cast glances of pity on the un- above the prostrate mortal, the Spirit conscious fratricide. In the great Mys- bends his white neck, and his face is tery of Life, Alza remembered, though shaded by the curls of his hair, which even he understood it not, it had hang about him like a golden cloud. been settled by the Unfathomable that Shaking the beautiful tresses back, he Sin and Wrong should be. And the stretches forth his hands, and raises angel knew too, that Man, with all his large eyes upward, and speaks the darkness and the clouds about him, murmuringly in the language used might not be contemned, even by the among the Creatures Beautiful: Princes of the Nighest Circle to the “I come. Spirits of Pity and Love, White Throne.
favored children of the Loftiest- whose
pleasant task it is with your pens of
And the Angel of Tears glided away. adamant to make record upon the Sil While a thousand air-forms, far and ver Leaves of those things which, when near, responded in the same tongue computed together at the Day of the wherewith Alza had spoken: End, are to outcancel the weight of the “Beautiful, to the Eye of the Centre, sum of evil-your chambers I seek !" is the sigh which ushers repentance !"
POLITICAL PORTRAITS WITH PEN AND PENCIL.
CHURCHILL C. CAMBRELENG,
OF NEW YORK.
(With a fine Engraving on steel.) ABOUT three years ago the name of century. On the maternal side he is Mr. Cambreleng was introduced in the the grandson of Col. John Patten, a present series, but owing to his ab- gallant revolutionary officer, who was sence from the country--(he was then a major in the second regiment in the travelling in Europe, before his ap- North Carolina line, and who bore an pointment to the Russian Mission)—it honorable part in the battles of the was not in our power to procure a por- Brandywine, Germantown, and Montrait, from which an engraving might mouth, and in the defence of Charlesbe taken. That which serves as the ton. usual monthly embellishment of our Mr. Cambreleng, by the death of his present Number, is copied with admi- father, was left an orphan at an early rable fidelity from a Daguerreotype age, the oldest of four children-three miniature recently executed by an art sons and a daughter; and the straitist in that line, who has certainly car- ened circumstances of his family, occaried it to a degree of perfection unsur- sioned by the long absence of his passed, if equalled, on our side of the grandfather from home, while engaged Atlantic.
in the service of his country, and the Mr. Cambreleng, who returned about necessary sacrifices of such a period, a year ago from St. Petersburg, to together with the early death of his which court he was appointed Minister father, deprived him of the advantages by Mr. Van Buren, has long held a pro- of classical education. He was comminent position before the public eye, pelled to return home from the acadeas one of the ablest and most consist- my at Newbern, at which his first ruent supporters of democratic princi- diments of instruction had been acples, and of that liberal public policy quired, before the age of twelve years. which is closely akin to democratic None acquainted with Mr. Cambreprinciples, and which is comprised in leng can fail, however, to be made senthe one expression, the result of all the sible how well this deficiency has been analysis of the science of Political since supplied, by the native energies Economy, Free Trade. More dis- of a remarkably vigorous and observing tinctively, perhaps, than any feature of mind, by self-cultivation, and by extenhis public life, this may be said to con- sive iravel both at home and abroad. stitute the chief characteristic which At school he had been very ambitious, marks and individualizes him as a po- and soon, though but a short time enlitician and a statesman.
joying its advantages, outstripped in a He was born at Washington, North signal manner all his competitors for Carolina, in October, 1786. His name its distinctions. He was then studying was derived from his great-grandfather, with the expectation of being sent to Churchill Caldom, whose father came Princeton College, when he was comfrom Scotland, and settled on the Pam- pelled to leave the academy, and retire lico River, in the beginning of the last to his grandmother's plantation, or