« VorigeDoorgaan »
I tried ?" asked the lady, rather more pressible, seductive, subduing, inimitable shrilly than usual. Her husband shook -such as the son of Semele might have his head, smiled, and was silent. “ I ask,” worn before he took to ferment his grapes she said, “ why a woman, why I, should and drink deeply of the liquor. The voice not write verses as well as any other sounded sweet, silvery, and saucy too, as rhymer ?"
she said: Her flashing eye rested on the shabby “Good folks, be kind enough to inform young man; and he, fancying himself | me if you have in the house a gentleman peremptorily addressed, looked slightly of the name of Mr. Oliver Goldsmith.” einbarrassed for an instant, and then re Before reply was given, she had tapped plied :
Mrs. Griffiths on the cheek, and after kiss“ Indeed, madam, I believe only for ing her husband, clapped his wig on him this reason. Poetesses are generally in- wrong side before, and broke into melodifferent housewives. Rhyme does not, in dious peals of laughter, in which every their case, always accord with reason." one present would have joined, had they Having said which, he slowly returned to not of one accord kept silence to listen to his work; while the lady looked at him the silvery intonations of her own mirth. with a puzzled expression, as if she could “My dear Mrs. Bellamy," said Grifnot very well make out whether he had fiths, “I am glad to find you well enough intended to be caustic or complimentary. to be out. As to Mr. Oliver Goldsmith,
“ You doubtless fancy yourself,” she there he stands ; but may I be bold enough said tartly, “ as famous as the authors we to ask what you want with my servant ?" have hired you to review."
“Don't be impertinent, Griffiths, nor use He looked round, with a flush on his false terms. Mrs. Griffiths, you should face made up of hope and conviction of teach your husband better manners. You present power to be worked to further can't? Don't I know it, my dear? Mr. ends. " Who knows ?” he asked, not of Goldsmith, I have read the specimens you them, but of himself. “ Who knows?" have sent me of your intended tragedy, he repeated; and old Morgan, looking in, and they will not do. Now don't look and gazing at that strange face with inter- downhearted. I commend to you the est, saw the tears in his eyes. “ Who maxim of our German trumpeter in the knows ?” he asked for a third time. orchestra—• Time brings roses. “ There is something there,” he added, “Alas! madam," said Goldsmith timidly, placing his podgy finger on his pallid “ even if it be so, shall I ever reach then brow. “ Patience! God does not let the without pricking my fingers with the tide run up to high-water in an instant. I thorns ?” can wait.” And he resumed his task, with "Of course not! Why should you ? this final remark, murmured low to him. Who does ? As long as we can pluck self, “I can wait. The spring will yet the roses, never mind a scratch or two. bloom for me. I know that he who cuts Everybody has a thorn. Even wealthy the balsam in the winter gets no juice. IGriffiths here feels the smart of it. Who can wait; I can wait."
is Griffiths' thorn, eh, Mrs. Griffiths ?" In a few minutes a lady entered the “Madam," said that lady, who hated shop, one of those bright creatures who Mrs. Bellamy, “I hope she is not." can scarcely be described, and who defy “I hope so too, my dear," answered criticism, except, of course, from a sister. the actress : “and I did not say she was. If it be true that Lycurgus set up a grace- I only asked the question. And, then, we ful statue representing Laughter, and that have all got our pleasant little faults, he bade his Spartans worship the new which we must strive to amend—some goddess, this was the deity herself. Eye, day.” (This was said with a saucy look.) lip, cheek, nay, as the poet says, her foot “ Have we anything else that is objec. smiled. Praxiteles might have thought tionable, Mr. Goldsmith ?" himself happy to have had her for a model. “ Well, madam,” said Oliver, “I dare Had she been by when Paris had to give say we all have ; our vices, which we away the apple, it would not have fallen surrender, as Lais did her mirror, when into the bosom of Helen. Semele was she grew old, and found no more pleasure only a dairymaid in comparison with her; in using it. Our hopes, I trust, we may aland, then, she wore a saucy look-inex- I ways retain. Do you bid me keep mine ?"
“ Bid you! Young man, there is stuff inducement to labor, and I will endure in you that shall make people talk of you much for the great recompense.” centuries to come.”
“Ah, sir, I see, from the company you " And love me?"
keep, you will be a miserable writer of “ And love you. Some of us will be comedies, or some such trash. Sir, you despised, and some forgotten, when you, will die in the Mint, and be forgotten a sir, will be honored ; but you must not fortnight afterward.” write tragedies. You have the most “ I have faith in her promise, and in my charming style possible, but no more suited own perseverance to make reality of it. to tragedy than my muslin slip to-to-to This is 1757, and I have written nothing Titus Andronicus. What have you done but an article for a review. Perhaps, in besides making these attempts on stilts ?" | 1857, sovereigns may have my collected
“I have only written a trifle,” said the works in their libraries, and I may be author modestly. “It's my first article affectionately known beyond the ocean. --a review of Mr. Mallet's Northern An- Perhaps—” tiquities."
“Now, Mr. Goldsmith," called the Mrs. Bellamy made a comically wry sweet voice from the coach at the door. face, shook her head, and then remarked, “You are stark staring mad,” said “I dare say it is as bad as your tragedy." Griffiths; but remember, sir, I expect you
Probably," replied the perplexed here early to-night, and at work by nine author.
to - morrow. There is the article on " And perhaps not,” good-naturedly ex- Douglas to be concluded, and a second is claimed the actress. “Will you come to follow on Mr. Jonas Hanway's book ; and take a dish of tea with a queen, and and I fear that this rantipole company will read this article to her majesty ?"
unfit you for steady labor." “Queen!” cried the two Griffithses. “ Cease to fear it, sir. What I have “What queen? We have no queen since undertaken to perform shall be accomthe demise of her most gracious majesty plished;" and he hurried off to the impaQueen Caroline. He take tea with a tient sovereign lady in the glittering vehicle
at the door. She kissed the tips of her Ah, dear stupid old folks, Mr. Gold-rosy fingers to the pair who had followed smith has more wit than both of you. Now, Goldsmith to the threshold ; and many a sir,” she added, “put your manuscript in queen would have given her ears—or, at your pocket, and come along.” She least, her earrings—to have looked half glanced rapidly at his coat, slightly curled so imperiously and saucily handsome. her charming and ineffably impertinent “Humph,” said Griffiths, as the carriage nose ; and then, with a "pshaw," and a drove off with its well-contrasted freight, stamp of her little foot, as if annoyed with “ Beauty and the Beast.” herself, she exclaimed, “My chariot waits ; Beauty !" cried his lady; "why she's let us go.”
crooked! They look like what they areShe swept through the shop like a an impudent hussey and a mastiff puppy. graceful vision ; and as Goldsmith, his And Goldsmith is ninny enough to think hour for labor having expired, prepared to people will talk of him in 1857. I really follow her, Griffiths put his hand on his shall die of laughing. «Dr. Hawksworth sleeve, and asked with great simplicity, may be the darling of ages to come ; but a “Mr. Goldsmith, who is the queen you half-starved drudge like Oliver Goldsmith are going to take tea with, and to read to --Pshaw!" her your first article ?"
“ Queen Roxalana," said Goldsmith, “WHEN I was a little child," said a with a smile.
good old man, “my mother used to bid “0,” exclaimed the publisher and his me kneel beside her, and place her hand wise," the character she plays in Alex- upon my head while she prayed. Ere ander the Great! It is only herself.” I was old enough to know her worth
Only herself!" returned Goldsmith. she died, and I was left too much to “She, herself, is worth to me a throne- my own guidance. Like others, I was room full of queens. She has encouraged inclined to evil passions, but often felt me with a hope of fame and the love of a myself checked, and as it were, drawn generation to come. The promise is and back by a soft hand upon my head.”
There are dark hours that mark the history of the PENCILED PASSAGES.
brightest years. For not a whole month in many of
the millions of the past, perhaps, has the sun shone FROM VARIOUS AUTHORS.
brilliantly all the time.
And there have been cold and stormy days in every
year. And yet the mists and shadows of the darkest JOHN NEWLAND MAFFITT, with all his ec
hour disappeared and fled heedlessly. The most cruel centricities, was one of the most eloquent ice fetters have been broken and dissolved, and the pulpit orators of his day. His imaginative most furious storm loses its power to harm. powers have been seldom equaled, and his
And what a parable is this in human life, of our in
side world, where the heart works at its destined 18command of language was wonderful. His
bors! Here, too, we have the overshadowings of the written style, however, will not bear the
dark hours, and many a cold blast chills the heart to severity of criticism. It is overloaded with its core. But what matters it? Man is born a hero, ornament. Occasionally, as in this handsome and it is only in tbe darkness and storms that heroism tribute to
gains its greatest and the best development, and the storm bears it more rapidly on to its destiny. Despair
not, then. Neither give up; while one good power is MORAL EXCELLENCE,
yours, use it. Disappointment will not be realized. his sentiments, unobscured by the gorgeous- Mortifying failure may attend this effort and that one; ness of their drapery, are worthy of pres
but only be honest and struggle on, and it will work
well. ervation for their intrinsic beauty and truthfulness:
CURIOSITY AND THE LOVE OF STUDY Wide and far-reaching as is the triomph of genius Are reciprocal. The one promotes the other, and art, the triumph of moral excellence is more en and both are susceptible of indefinite indearing; its empire more undisputed; its immortality crease, as is well observed by SIDNEY SMITH: more certain. The great Luther, wbo graved the deep lines of the Reformation upon the tablet of the Curiosity is a passion very favorable to the love of sixteenth century, and bade the clock of eternity pause study, and a passion very susceptible of increase by until he had a notched the century with the impress cultivation. Sound travels so many feet in a second, of his master mind," he was the man! Around bis and light travels so many feet in a second. Nothing brow the honors cluster that belong to him who hews more probable; but you do not care horo light and an age into a shape of moral beauty, and fashions & sound travel. Very likely; but make yourself care; huge fragment of time after the great model of eter get up, shake yourself well, pretend to care, make benity. To express the moral grandeur of these men-a lieve to care, and very soon you will care, and care so Luther- a Phidias, and a Praxiteles, and a Thorswalsden much, that you will sit for hours thinking about light might carve; a Raphacl, a David, and a West might and sound, and be extremely angry with any one who paint. They only fashion blocks and breathe beauty interrupts you in your pursuits; and tolerate no other into tableaux : he was the creator of an age; ho rolled conversation but about light and sound; and catch back the dial of the dark years of the world, and yourself plaguing everybody to death who approaches wound up destiny to a brighter course."
you, with the discussion of these subjects.
THIE BITTER AND THE SWEET.
THE EXPECTED MESSENGER. Dr. Bonar, in his account of the great Whom the gods love die young. So reads desert of Sinai, thus moralizes upon the two the ancient heathen proverb. And blessfountains found by the Israelites in their ings brighten as they take their flight. So journeyings:
sings the Christian poet; and another, comMarah and Elim! How near they lie to each other? | ing still nearer to the heart, Thus near to each other are the bitter and sweet of
There is no flock, however watched and tended, life, the sorrow and the joy of time! Both in the
But one dead lamb is there! same desert, and oftentimes following each other in the progress of one day or hour. The bitter, too, is
In plain prose, and yet poetically, a writer first, and then the sweet. Not first Elim and then in the Olive Branch, the editor, we suppose, Marah; but Marah first and then Elim; first the describes the coming of the dreaded but excloud, then the sunshine; first the weariness, then the
pected messenger: rest. In token of this we broke off a small branch of palm from one of these Elim trees, and laying it on For weary days and nights his coming had been the similar branch which we had brought from Ma anticipated. Love had kept its nightly vigils by the rah, wo tied them together, to be kept in perpetual cradle-side. “Hope against hope" kept the heart from memorial, not merely of the scenos, but of the truth bursting. Only those who have waited anxiously, and which they so vividly teach.
waited long, in painful suspense, can appreciate such thrilling moments. At midnight, when all was silent
as the grave, save the quick, short breathing of the GLOOM AND SUNSHINE.
little sleeper, a watcher said, "He will come ere the Here is a striking parallel between the morning sun look in at the window." "O, that he natural and the moral world, which may
might tarry long, yea, forever," was the first impulsive induce some faint heart, in the hour of
outburst of bleeding hearts! Unwelcome messengers
darken every door they enter. But 0! bow dark adversity, to be of good cheer:
when the visitor comes to dash away cups of human
Joy! Say, reader, did you ever wait through the still, as if it was a fort or citadel, and that he was to be ansolemn night for the coming of such a guest? When nihilated by its guns; but it must be approached boldthe clock struck twelve was there no startling signifi ly; not by zigzag approaches, but by all the great cance in the announcement, “ He will come ere the park of artillery at his command; the cannon shotted, sun is up!" How much of life, hope, and fear were ready to be touched off; not with mere intellectuality; crowded into those remaining hours !
with beautiful banners, too nice to be blackened by the For a moment we rested upon a pillow. Dreams, full smoke. of bright, heavenly visions, delighted the spirit, as To speak with power, the pulpit must preach to the they bore it away to Elysian fields. But the sweet conscience, and not to prejudices and opinions. Hu. spell was broken by the sound of a voice, “He has man opinions or laws never should come between tho corne! He has come !" In an instant we were lean preacher and his duty. Pew rents have nothing to do ing over the cradle, and looking down into the face of with preaching. Only think of St. Paul or Timothy our angel babe. Sure enough (and none but those being waited upon by a committee of the society, ad. who have had the bitter experience can know how vising them not to preach to the consciences of men, lerrible is the reality) the expected messenger had because it will affect the rents of the pews! come. His naine was DEATII.
MAN'S NOBLEST WORK.
THERE is a great deal of cant about the THOSE who are familiar with the majestic
works of nature. They are commended as grandeur of the scenery here alluded to,
the sole object worthy of study. God made will appreciate this description from the pen
the country, we are told, but man made the of EDWARD EVERETT :
town, and the line has passed into almost I have been something of a traveler in our own perpetual currency. Like many other provcountry, though far less than I could wish; and in
erbs, however, it conveys more than the Europe have seen all that is most attractive, from the IIighlands of Scotland to the Golden Horn of Con
truth. There is something more than the stantinople: from the summit of the Hartz Mountains work of man in the crowded city. There is to the Fountain of Vaucluse; but my eyo has yet to mind there, intellect, genius. And it is well rest on a lovelier scene than that which is discovered
said by a writer in a recent number of from Mount Washington, when, on some clear, cool
Blackwood :stunmer's morning, at sunrise, the cloud-curtain is drawn up from nature's grand proscenium, and all that When the labors of the day are over, the delicious chaos of wildness and beauty starts into life; the bare calm of candle-light invites us to quiet intercourso gigantic tops of the surrounding heights; the precipit with one of the great spirits of the past, or one of their vus gorges a thousand fathoms decp, which foot of man worthy successors in the present. It is well thus to or ray of light never entered; the somber matted for refresh the mind with Literature. Contact with Naest; tho moss-clad rocky wall, weeping with crystal ture, and her inexhaustible wealth, is apt to beget an springs; winding streams, gleaming lakes, and poace-l impatience at man's achievements; and there is danger ful villages below; and in the din, misty distance, be of the mind becoming so immersed in details, so yond the lower hills, faint glimpse of the sacred bosom strained to conteinplation of the physical glories of the of the eternal deep, ever heaving up with the conscious universe, as to forget the higher grandeurs of the soul, ness of its own immensity; all mingled in one inde the nobler beauties of the moral universe. From this scribable panorama by the hand of the DIVINE ARTIST. danger we are saved by the thrill of a fine poem, tho
swelling sympathy with a noble thought, which tlood
the mind anew with a sense of man's greatness, and CLERICAL REPUTATION.
the greatness of his aspirations. It is not wise to dwarf DR. CHEEVER, in an address before the Man by comparisons with Nature; only when he grows Andover Theological Seminary, made some
presumptuous may we teach him modesty by pointing
to her grandeur. At other times it is well to keep beforcible and pertinent remarks on the pres
fore us our high calling and our high estate. Literaent position of the pulpit with reference to ture, in its finest moods, does this. And when I think its efficiency. We copy a few sentences : of the delight given by every true book to generations
after generations, molding souls and humanizing savago Preachers should have no care for their reputation
impetuosities, exalting hopes and prompting noblest as preachers, but they should have all-absorbing love
deeds, I vary the poet's phrase, and exclaim: for the truth; they should be permeated with it, and
An honest book's the noblest work of man! then their reputation will take care of itself. There are many men, who, having equired a reputation, spend not a little of their precious time in taking care
PUSEYISM FOR YOUNG LADIES. of it! It is their wealth; they hoaril it as they do money.
COXYBEARE is satirical. Describing an The price of fancy stocks in this world depreciates academic belle, and her High Church proin proportion as we lay up treasures in the world to
clivities, he says: come, and the beautiful bubbles which we blow, burst in proportion as we look at the substantial and endur She was also very romantic, very enthusiastic, pasing relations of eternity. The physician of the body sionately fond of music and poetry, and a most devoted never asks if the medicine is agreeable to the patient, disciple of Tractarian orthodoxy. Indeed, it may be or to the friends of the patient, and so should the remarked in passing, that this faith is peculiarly suited preacher ever be deal to the opinions and prejudices to young ladies; for it encourages and utilizes their of men to the truth. The human heart is not to be accomplishments, sets them upon embroidering altar approached by the prcacher as if he were afraid of it; / cloths, illuminating prayer books, elaborating sur.
plices, practicing church music, carving credence ta
SEA-WEED. bles, and a hundred other innocent diversions, which
SEA-WEED! what a loss those inland people it invests with the prestige of religious duty. And besides this, it imposes no cruel prohibition (like the rival have, who, when they read Longfellow's excreed) upon their favorite amusements ; but com- quisite lay, can only fancy what it is like, mends the concert, smiles upon the ball, and does not and do not know how true is the musical even anathematize the theater.
murmur of the song of the sea-weed.
When descends on the Atlantic
Storm-wind of the equinos, Is not increased by gaudy dress, nor height
Landward in his wrath be scourges ened by costly ornaments. Feminine love
The toiling surges, liness is not a purchasable commodity. Laden with sea-weed from the rocks : Like the absolute necessaries of life, air and
From Bermuda's reefs; from edges water, grace and loveliness are within the
Of sunken ledges, reach of all; and there is truth in the senti
In some far-off, bright Azore; ment that
From Bahama, and the dashing,
Bilver fiashing A woman has not a natural grace more bewitching
Surges of San Salvador; than a sweet laugh. It is like the sound of flutes on the water. It leaps from her heart in a clear spark
From the tumbling surf, that baries ling rill, and the heart that hears it feels as if bathed
The Orkneyan skerries, in the cool, exhilarating spring. And so of the smile.
Answering the boarse Hebrides; A beantiful smile is to the female countenance what
And from wrecks of ships, and drifting the sunbeam is to the landscape. It embellishes an
Spars uplifting inferior face, and redeems an ugly one. A smile, how
On the desolate, raving seas: ever, should not become habitual, or insipidity is the
Ever drifting, drifting, drifting, result; nor should the mouth break into a smile on
On the shifting one side, the other remaining passive and unmoved,
Currents of the restless main; for this imparts an air of doceit and grotesqueness to
Till in shelter'd coves, and reaches the face. A disagreeable smile distorts the lines of
Of sandy beaches, beauty, and is more repulsive than a frown. Thero
All have found repose again. are many kinds of smiles, cach having a distinctive character; some announce goodness and sweetness, others betray sarcasm, bitterness, and pride; some
PLAIN SPEAKING. soften the countenance by their languishing tender In former days, it seems, as well as nov, ness, others brighten it by their brilliant and spiritual ministers were in the habit of dealing in vivacity. Gazing and poring before a mirror cannot aid in acquiring beautiful smiles half so well as to turn fine phrases and dainty epithets. That stern the gaze inward, to watch that the heart keeps unsul. Anglo-Saxon, South, was unmitigated in his lied from the reflection of evil, and is illumined and
denunciation of the practice. Speaking of beautified by all sweet thoughts,
one of Paul's discourses, he says:
Nothing here (in Panl's discourse) of the fringes of LIGIIT FROM GERMANY.
the North star, nothing of the down of angels' wings
or the beautiful locks of cherubim, and clouds rolling THE Germans are great book-makers, and
in airy mansions. No; these were similitudes above England steals from them, expanding their the apostolic spirit; for they, poor mortals, were conthoughts, and not unfrequently appropri- tent to take lower steps, and to tell the world in plain ating them without acknowledgment. There terms that he who believed not should be damned. is truth, however, in the somewhat satirical remarks of an English reviewer upon the
FRIENDSHIP. subject :
THERE is a great deal of selfishness in the Modern Germany is everything by turns and noth
world, and it is the common cant to maging long. With her, and with not a few of her ad- nify men's failings, and to darken the picmirers, newest and best are synonymous terms. She
ture presented by the rarity of true friend. is vain, not so much of her consistency, as of her mutability. It is made to be a reproach to the English- ship. It is nevertheless true, as Emerson man that to know him once is to know him always.
has it, that Whereas a German may bavo a new speculative We have a great deal more kindness than is ever whereabouts every twelvemonth or two years, and spoken. Manger all the solfishness that chills the may regard each new change as a creditable indication world like east winds, the whole human family is of his activity and independence. Hence the never bathed with an element of love like a fine ether. ending contradiction, not only between each man and How many persons we meet in houses whom we his neighbor, but between each man and bimself. It scarcely speak to, whom yet we honor, and who hador becomes a thoughtful man, therefore, to be careful us! How many we see in the street or sit with in bow be avails himself of apparent light from that quar church, whom, though silently, we warınly rejoice to tor, seeing that much of it is cannot fail to be, of the be with! Read the language of these wandering eyeugnis fatuus description.
beams. The heart knoweth.