Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1827-05-02

POETRY.

We copy with much satisfaction, the very
pretty eilasion signed " Cornclia," which is
from the pen Of that accomplished, yet unfor-
tusate, but gifted lady, Mrs. Jane Halle ofCon-
cord. New-Hampshire. That it will find fa-
your with our readers, particularly with our
fair friends, we are certain; for they are not
tardy in paying the tribute of applause, to
female merit.
Mrs. Halle is the author Of numerous petit
poems which have been we'll received by the
public, and has recently published novel,
which has met with a fattcring reception.
Like too many Of the children of genius, she
has had to contend with the miseries of pover-
ty and oppression; but it is hoped that hap
pier fortune will attend her, and that she will
reap that rich reward to which she is entitled.
England has produced her female authors;-
we haye ours; and If we would but encourage
them, according to their merits, we should
soon present to the world, catalogue of &C.
male writers, who would compete, and ably
TOO, with the .Porters, the Edgeworths, the
Radclifis, the Owensons, the Mitfords, the He
mans and the Landons of +" the fast anchored
lse." But we pay too little attention to the
writings Of our own authors, and seek with too
much svidity fbr the productions of exotic gen.
ius. Our Mrs. Muzy as writer of poetry,
ranks equally as high as Engiand's Mrs. He
mans, and yet the performances of the former
are too often neglected at home, whilst they
receive almost enthusiastic attentions, in Ei-
rope, and are commended and applaudcd by
the critics of the metropolis Of the world. If
we wish to advance the reputation Of Amer-
can literature. We sirouid encourage and foster
Eative writer's.
THE SERAPH GARLAND.
The flowers of Paradise are sought.
The Seraph Garland given,
And the earthly brow where it fadeth not,
That brow twill deck in Heaven;
Nine, miro the prize, proud valour cries,
And doff'd his nodding plume,
And the awed world, with eager eyes,
Ger his laurcls saw it bloom;
There fell drop on its brightest leaf,
The hue of blood it wears
There fell a dew--'twas the mourners grief
1t whhcred meath her tears
Go, warrior, claim the wreath of Fame,
But this may not be thne---
Then iocund Pleasure laughing came,
"Round me let the garland twine
And glow as bright as morning CLEANS
On the blended blossoms played,
And then like hues of sunset streams
= Alternate light and shade;
A moment---giow and hue are past,
The garland droops in death!
So fades the flower beneath the blast
Oftbe siroc's deadly breath.
Next Wealth advanced with lovely air,
And sperad his shining gold;
Then glanced his eye on the Garland fair,
And asked if it might be sold:
And he profered pearls had decked throne,
And gems of costly dyes,
And deemed the halowed Wreath his own,
And sough. to seize the prize;
II shrunk like ashes in his clasp!
Yet he showed nor shame nor pain;
But gathered his gold with firmer grasp,
And counted it o Ter again.
Then sound like the myrtle's sigh is heard,
When its leaves the soft wind stirs;
And Beauty, led BY Youth, appeared
o, the Garland must be hers!
And on her far white brow it bcame6,
A stainless coronal,
Till her idle vanity hath dreamed
Each gazer is her thraIl;
And she hears her mirror call her fair,
And her heart with pride doth swell,
But while her face claimed all her care,
A blight on the Garland fell.
Then Learning laid his volume down,
On his lip was lofty smile;
. And his glance with lightning's brilliance
shone,
For the need will reward his toll;
Genius, ay, the dream is thine,
To win all glorious things;
Yet oft ON thy mind, in its fights divine,
There fall deep shadowngs;
And then doth the syren world prevail
To lure thee from the skies;
For this the Garland waxeth pale
Thou canst not wear the prize.
Bat now, her meek eye raised 10 Heaven,
All bathed with the contrite tear,
As she had erred, and been forgiven,
Sweet Piety drew near;
Her humble heart no claim preferred,
Already was she blest;
For in her hand was the Holy Word,
It's precepts on her breast;- -
o, bind the Garland round her brow,
That is fann'd by the breath Of prayer!
With Hope the buds are glowing now,