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and Quintilian, and others equally purpose he lived and died; by this pereffective to contemporary princes, formance he is now chiefly had in repopes, and tribunes. The story of his membrance. Shall we say that he attachment to Laura, of which we was great ? have heard so much, is treated with a It would be a balm to many amrespect it never merited; the grave ar- bitious minds to be set right, once guments which learned men have really and truly right, on this subject of
thing itself, but they have succeeded in shake off the oppression of presumed sheltering it from the contempt it de- inferiority, to reconcile one's self to observes. If it was a solemn hoax, it scurity, to feel the consciousness of apwas wondrous pitiful to persist in it proaching some standard of worth and fifty years—to treat it in his letters to honor which no breath of popular his intimate friends, and no doubt in opinion, no caprice of fashion nor prehis conversation too, as a reality, as the judice can exalt or debase. Philip Van absorbing passion of his soul. He Artevelde has said, “the world knows might have used it as a stalking-horse nothing of its greatest men," and very for his poetry without all this silly due probably indeed it is so. The qualiplicity and affectation. But he liked ties which make a man famous and the foppery of the thing; he was dis- conspicuous,-the qualities which give posed, like those young gentlemen success in any career, or very often the Prince Arthur speaks of, to “be as sad chances which give it without qualias night only for wantonness;" and, as a ties,-are what poets have taught men young gentleman and an old one, he to respect; but these are not what our played on this interesting part to the natures are formed in sincerity and last. We have slid insensibly here truth to revere. The poets have misfrom the hypothetical into the posi- led us; they have pandered to our vitive, and find ourselves asserting the ces, and have used their art to set forth humbug which we set out by suppos- the joys of interperance, the honors of ing, but really the alternative is too tyranny and cruelty, and the puerilinonsensical for a Yankee imagination. ties of amatory nonsense; and thus A passion suddenly conceived, even at possessing fully with their sweet tones first sight-by a priest, too—a man the ear of childhood and youth, they sworn to celibacy before God, and by have falsified our ideas of pleasure, all the religion he believed, perhaps honour and ambition through succes. more--and for the wife of another, and sive generations. The main error they this passion lasting without encourage teach is everywhere the same; they ment, with little or no intercourse, or place the objects of life always in someeven acquaintance, through long ab- thing extrinsic, they bid us look for sence--and, in spite of the lover's having celebrity and notoriety 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 celebrat. ous, 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 its 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,
on Death, or Isabel's apostrophe to Hea-
suggest, which grasping schemes of
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! coulds!
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 his 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 travelstorms 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 Angel of Tears.
through neglect, lay in masses about
kind of hissing sound, came from his
So he slumbered calmly. So the
Haply, he dreamed some innocent
Oh, it is not well to look coldly and
Who might say there was no prema-
And then Alza knew for the first honesty-no seed of evil planted by
ple; yet its Builder has seen it to let
structure of old, a mart for gross traf-
of the mighty and beautiful Harmony;
more, and he rose, and seemed about
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,
(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 niajor 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 Auantic.
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, bas 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 relire lico River, in the beginning of the last to his grandmother's plantation, or