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failed more in this part of his work, and stretching peacefully along tothan in any other. There is often wards the end, like a stream runtimes a break, a transition in the ning through a level meadow, with thought, that affects us painfully. no ripple to break the evenness of We are not aware that any poet, its flow. The author, however, has with the exception of Byron, ever left us the proof that he is compeattempted to make this stanza give tent for the work. Half of the utterance to broken, violent, and Spenserian verses are good. The abrupt thought, with any great suc- one which we have selected is well cess. And even in his hands, there woven and beautiful. is something unnatural in it. If we There are many hearts in our notice this stanza in the “Faery land that can feel the beauty and Queen,” we shall find the thoughtforce of the following passage. opening quietly in the beginning,

" The noble, dauntless pioneers

Journeying afar new homes to raise
In the lone woods, with toil and tears,
Meeting with faith the coming years,

Theirs be the highest meed of praise !
He, who with cost, and care, and toil,
Hath reared the vast enduring pilc ;
He, who hath crossed the Ocean's foam,
Strange lands for science's sake to roam ;
He, who in danger and in death
Hath faced the spear, the cannon's breath,
Or borne the dungeon and the chain,
His country's rights to save or gain;
He, who amid the storms of state,
Hath swayed the trembling scales of Fate
For her and Freedom, heeding naught
The scorn of hatred, sold or bought-
Are such not glorious? Yet, О deem

Their being less heroical
For mingling with it comes the dream

And hope of Fame's bright coronal :-
They see ihe light of years to come
Streaming around their silent tomb !
But those who leave the homes of love,
And pass by many a long remove
Through the deep wilderness, to rear,
In voiceless suffering and in fear,
Not for themselves a resting place-
Their hope is only for their race,
For whom their lives of pain are given ;
Their light to cheer, is light from heaven;
Nor look they, save to God, at last
For life's reward when life is past,
But lay them down, with years oppressed,
Beneath the patriarch woods to rest,
Without a thought, Fame's wandering wing
One plume upon their graves shall fling-
Thus noiseless in their death as birth,
The best brave heroes of the earth!
While roll thy rivers, spreads thy sky,
Or rise thy lifted mountains high,

Hesperia, guard their memory!" There are many songs scattered effect in their connexion. The sol. along the book, that are beautiful in dier's song in the fourth canto, themselves, and have a pleasing commencing,

o Oh, in the bowl we'll drown dull care,

And think not of the morrow,"

flows very sweetly. The senti. Moray's lament over the body ments are of course suited to the of Owaola, his faithful friend and time and place of their singing. guide, is simple and touching.

" Last of thy race ! I will not weep

This loss the sorest,
Though sweet the love and passing deep,

To me thou borest !
No! sleep, since all thy kindred sleep,

Child of the forest,
And I will lay thee here, where ceaselessly
To soothe thy rest blue waters murmur by.
They were to thee in life most dear,

Thy joyance only ;
Alas! ihey have become thy bier,

Though now they moan thee,
And borne thee to thy burial here,

To lie how lonely!
May naught thy solitary sleep molest,

Heaven take thy gentle spirit to its rest!"
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that steals to the ear of shall close this part of our subject, Moray, when confined in fort Mack- by reference to the scene in the last inaw, we commend to the reader canto, where Omena sits alone in for its tenderness and pathos. The the forest, in the hazy season of In. war-song of Tecumseh, in the last dian summer, awaiting the approach canto, breathes the true Indian spirit. of Tecumseh. It is one of those beauIn fact, ihe songs are all more or tiful and finished pieces of descrip. less marked in this respect. We tion, that give a charm to the book.

“ Within a wood exte ing wide,

By Thames's steeply winding side,
There sat upon a fallen tree,
Grown green through ages silently,
An Indian girl. The gradual change
Making all things most sweetly strange,
Had come again. The autumn sun
Half up his morning journey shone
With conscious lustre, calm and still;
By dell, and plain, and sloping hill
Stood mute the faded trees in grief,

As various as their clouded leaf.” We give only the opening of the Whatever defects may be found passage, but we cannot commend in this poem, by a critical eye, we the whole of it too highly. It ranks have no doubt that its general beauty among the very highest order of de and fine effect, will be every where scriptive poetry. In this situation, acknowledged. It touches the heart. Tecumseh meets her, and they have It lingers in the memory. Its sweet their last sad interview. It was a and tender spirit grows upon the fine fancy of the author, to leave reader. Its nationality, its truth-like his reader by the lonely tomb of descriptions, its story of deep and Tecumseh. After journeying so abiding love, will win for it favor long through the wilderness—fol. and heartfelt thanks. To the West lowing the hero through so many it must have a dear and home-like scenes of danger and adventure, it interest. To the Englishman it must acts like a talisman upon the mind, present charms, in this picture of a to stand thus by his solitary grave, life so far removed from his daily embosomed with trees.

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When it was announced that Nor was it an indifference to lit. “Charles Dickens, Esq.” intended erary merit, which rendered us so to visit the United States, our cu. apathetic on this occasion. Had we riosity was somewhat excited to see been favored with such an opportu. the man, who had so suddenly writ- nity of being introduced to the illusten himself into notoriety and for. trious author of Waverley, we should tune. We had laughed at the ad- have embraced it with eagerness, ventures of Mr. Pickwick, we had and have considered ourselves hon. wept over the story of poor Oliver, ored in the interview.

Had we we had followed with interest “ the been informed that our own hon. uprisings and downfallings of the ored Irving was stopping for the Nickleby family,” we had sympa. night so near us, we should have thized with little Nell in her child. hastened to tender him our respects, ish trials, we had been pleasantly and have felt a pride in exchangrelieved in moments of ennui by ing salutations with one who is the some light sketch, half-comical, ornament of American literature. half-serious, from the pen of Boz, We had always conceded to Mr. and were thus prepared to receive Dickens much merit, as a writer of him with good-natured cordiality. a certain sort; we had even been But when we reflected on his moral ranked among his admirers, for and religious principles as devel. rendering to him the admiration due oped in his writings, and on the to genius, but we felt that his liteunfortunate tendency of those wri- rary reputation was insufficient to tings in many particulars, we were overbalance that moral obliquity, as fully prepared to treat him with which made it inconsistent with our indifference; or at least, to show self-respect, to be particularly re

more than the ordinary spectful towards him. courtesy due to strangers, should nevertheless, interested in observing he chance to fall in our way. In the reception which he met with fact, after dwelling on these latter from our countrymen; and on the considerations, (the force of which whole, it accorded well with our exmay perhaps be exhibited in the pectations.

There were

men of sequel of these remarks,) our curi- learning and honorable distinction, osity so far subsided, that when we who, willing for a season to overwere informed that “ Charles Dick. look his faults, and eager perhaps ens, Esq." had actually arrived in to give him a favorable impression our city, and would receive his of American manners and hospifriends at the hotel near by, we did tality, made him their guest, and not even do ourselves the honor to entertained him with marked kindlook him in the face. We were not ness and attention. Others, of a in the least agitated by the intelli- more thoughtful and cautious tem. gence; we simply responded to it per, stood aloof from the movement with the unfailing “yes, sir," and that would make Boz, like Lafaypursued our evening vocations with ette, the nation's guest, feeling that as much nonchalance, as if“ Charles the ordinary attention paid to stranDickens, Esq.” had been three thou- gers might suffice for a man with

no other distinction than what he

had attained, as a writer of droll * American Notes for General Circula- sketches and stories of low life. tion. By CHARLES DICKENS.

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that the men of fashion and pleas-“ numerous friends” in this counure, the patrons of theaters, balls, try, who were eager to pay their and other like scenes of moral cul. respects to him, under the impresture and innocent amusement, the sion, that he was an English genlovers of wine, cards and billiards tleman, who had good humoredly -gentlemen par excellence-mani. spent his leisure moments, in ramfested a peculiar interest in Mr. bling along the lower walks of life Dickens, and were disposed to claim in quest of amusement for the higher him as their own. Accordingly, the classes. We have not been able to Gothamites would allow the lordly trace his pedigree back far enough, distinction of seeing the British lion to ascertain whether any of his anto none, who could not pay ten dol- cestors fought by the side of Wil. lars for the privilege. They con- liam the Conqueror, at Hastings, or verted the theater, which had long followed the lion-hearted Richard rendered “a beggarly account of to Palestine. We have not learned, empty boxes,” into one vast saloon, whether some Dickens of the olden brilliantly illuminated, decorated time, was with the chivalry of Eng. with illustrations from the writings land, at Cressy, or at Ágincourt. of Boz, and crowded with the beau Nor have we been able to deterty and fashion, the foppery and co- mine the connection between the quetry of the city, where, amid house of Dickens, and the Percys, the voluptuous swell of music, the the Howards, or the Russells. All giddy dance, and the splendid ban that we can say is, that, according quet, Mr. Dickens was introduced to the best accounts, the father of to American society. Whether he our hero was, or is, connected with was satisfied with this specimen of the London press, getting a decent native manners, or whether he was living by gathering or inventing less flattered by such a reception, accidents and anecdotes for the than he would have been by the newspapers ; and that, accordingly, quiet attentions of literary men, we “ Charles Dickens, Esq.” was ed. are not informed ; but immediately ucated to the profession of a police afterwards, he made the necessary reporter. It was in this humble, brevity of his visit, a pretext for though honest calling, that he bedeclining other invitations to simi. came so familiar with courts and lar entertainments. Whatever may prisons, Bow Street and St. Giles'. have been his opinion of the mode Here too was developed that pecuadopted by the New Yorkers to liar talent for caricaturing, in which tender him their respects, there Mr. Dickens excels. Finding that were not a few, who inferred from this talent might be exercised to the personal appearance of “Charles advantage, he wrote and published Dickens, Esq.," and his apparent various humorous sketches, till at anxiety to be esteemed a man of length he came before the world fashion and to mingle in the scenes as the author of Pickwick. The of fashionable life, that no other “ Posthumous Papers of the Pickmode could have been selected wick Club” had a rapid sale, and more in harmony with his charac. Mr. Dickens soon found himself, ter and feelings.

with an increasing popularity, in the And here we cannot resist the enjoyment of an ample income. temptation to turn aside for a mo- All this we, as Americans, regard ment, to give our readers a brief as more respectable than any mere account of the origin and education pedigree, running back even to the of this same “ Charles Dickens, Conquest. But Mr. Dickens, unaEsq. ;" and this we do, for the ble to bear this sudden turn of for. more particular edification of his tune with the equanimity that ought Vol.' I.

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ever to characterize the nobility of And here, as we find ourselves genius, puts on airs as if he be. tending to a somewhat philosophic longed by birth and breeding, to mood, we may take occasion to ob. those higher classes which consti- serve that the reception which any tute the “ Corinthian capital” of foreigner of note meets with among English society. Mistaken effort ! us, is to some extent, a mirror of his It is not by wearing white kid own character. The class of sociegloves on a railroad and steamboat ty with which he becomes acquaint. journey in a New England Febru- ed, the character of his admirers, ary—it is not by being unable to and the marks of distinction with understand the possibility of a gen- which they favor him, are so many tleman's dining earlier than the las indications of the manner in which test possible hour—it is not by the he has impressed himself upon the most punctilious observance of the public mind. How different, proba. arbitrary conventionalities of fash- bly, have been the impressions made ionable life-least of all, is it by on the mind of Lord Morpeth, by a fault-finding, querulous disposic his visit to America, from those tion in respect to accommodations received by Mr. Dickens; and that at an inn, or on board ship—that mainly for the reason that the truly true good breeding is infallibly gentlemanly demeanor and the unknown. Yet the reading of this sullied reputation of the former, inbook, as well as some Boziana' troduced him into circles in which which have come to our knowledge the latter was not at all at home. from other sources, incline us to If the illustrious Brougham or the the opinion, that Mr. Dickens has revered and venerable Chalmers, mistaken such things as these for should cross the Atlantic, how difthe surest indications of a fine ferent would be their opinions of gentleman, or perhaps for the American society and institutions, very quality of gentility itself. from those of the Marryatts and the Sometimes we have even queried, Trollopes. Those travelers who whether his studied cool contempt have attempted to describe Amerifor religion in every form the

can manners, have often succeeded scorn which he so obtrusively ex- in describing the manners only of presses for the low practice of total that particular class of society to abstinence from intoxicating drinks which they have been able to gain —and the sympathy which he seems admission; or of that particular class to have with those who have no in- which their habits and their intellecterest in the miseries and vices of tual and moral sympathies enabled the poor, except as matters of gove them to understand. And the best ernmental regulation, or picturesque mode of reforming American man. objects of contemplation, do not ners, which some of these writers also enter into his idea of a high- could adopt, would be to reform bred gentleman. It often fares with their own manners, and then return pretenders to high breeding, as with and view themselves in a mirror inpretenders to godliness; they know to which they were before unable something traditionally about “the to look. form,” but “the power” is beyond

Whether Mr. Dickens was ac. the sphere of their knowledge ; and quainted with the principle just stathus, while they make an ostenta- ted, and felt that it would hardly be tious and perhaps troublesome dis. complimentary to himself to speak play of the former, they cannot but of those who in some instances were expose themselves by their mani. forward to welcome him, we cannot fest deficiencies in respect to the say; but for some reason he has latter.

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