The Liverpool Standard and General Commercial Advertiser.
Liverpool, Merseyside, England, 1851-10-21 00:00:00

HEART

WISDOM

'Tis weak to pine for pleasures past, or scorn
To hoard their leaves still green in memory.
Our hapmest days, like frailest flowers, must die
The winds that take the blossom, leave the thorn
To some hard trouble all of us are born.
Blessed the day that's past without a sigh
Blessed a day with sighs,—if we can dry
The tears of those who have more caus
How many hate who might each other love
Did they but judge those living as if dead
Stretched cold before them with dim stony ey
Diviner far than all the stars above

to mourn.

Is one forgiving word i❑ kindness said,—
One loving look that in the memory lies.

LITERATURE.

V. L. HUNT,

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&c

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and receive attention.

The Lily and the Bee : An Apoiogue of the Crystal
Palace. By Samuel Warren, F.R.S. London : Black-

woods

The praises of the imposing glass edifice in Hyde-park,
and of the various treasures of art it contained, have been
abundantly sounded throughout the world in every kind
of strain, from the flattest prose to the sharpest jingling
verse. Every species of harp, barrel-organ, and hurdy-
gurdy, has, in turn, and frequently all together in a sort
of Dutch concert, played with might and main in honour
of the wonderful Bazaar of all Nations. Language has
been strained, hyperbole has been profusely used, bom-
bast has been recklessly lavished in trumpeting its mar-
vels. Sooth to say, the Exhibition was worthy of all the
homage it received. It was a great fact, though now,
alas ! its substantiality is dissolving, and soon it will exist
only as an enchanting vision. Of all the tributes, poetical
or otherwise, to the splendour and beauty of the Crystal
Palace, none have surpassed, perhaps none have equalled,
that given by Samuel Warren, in his eloquent and highly
poetical apologue of " The Lily and The Bee." It is a
poem designed to embalm the memory of the magical
crystal structure, and the astonishing products of the
world's arts and industry which it contained, and to unfold
to common eyes the glowing thoughts and the delicate
sentiments which such a sight has excited in the mind of
one who contemplated the whole as a philo=

tian, and a poet—who, like the bee, sought to extract
from the rich profusion of all human flowers the quin-
tescence of beauty—the pure honey of wisdom. ..ksso-

elating the poem with King Alfred's name and genius,
and drawing a similitude between the royal mother and
Lon of 1851 and the royal mother and son of a tho'isand
years ago, Mr. Warren has cast his fable in the Saxon
mould, designing it as a relic of King Alfred's genius, as
well as a record of the impressions inspired by the mar-
vellous show that has just been closed from corporeal eyes.
We might object to the apologue that it is too rhapsodical,
and over-strained in terms of compliment to royal living
personages ; but it is " beautiful exceedingly," and can-

not fail to be admired by all who have the'pewer to com-
prehend the exquisite idea it gives expression to. An
extract or two will best convey to the reader's mind a

motion of the general style of this remarkable composition.
Here is a passage, in which the lovelie ladye and the
splendid silk worm are brought face to face :

Now, spread attractively before your eyes, ye softly-rustling
ones, daintily satin-clad, in lovely form and attitude—the

Daughters of Eve! how fond your ardent gaze
And they are beautiful—radiant in every hue—

Ay, ay !
tening—

gloss_y—

—Turn, beauteous

i-born one, with thoughtful eye

Turn, for a while, a
Come, see a Worm-

with me-

To whom, my 1

tful one ! thou owest
ire, and see a Worm.—

thy rich andrare attire

--Emblem and type of C
0, wondrous worm t
Self-shrouded,

In thy silken tomb !

Thy golden tomt

Anbri to e

lanknoin before—

a brighte

Jut that stern man,