New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1842-10-27

But can her spirit be so nigh
Nor a home within her hearth
And love but dream her fond reply?
OBJ no! the form that behold
No shaping this Of memory
Her self, her self is here ensoul'd
Il saw her once !; and still see
~ The DUBLIN UNIVERSITY MAGAZINE, just
published by Mr.. Masen contains six additional
chapters Of Jack Hinton and the commencement
of series papers, historical, critical, SC, upon
Continental Countries Belgium is the subject
of the first. An Hours Talk about I.aak Wal.
ton is the title of fine article, of which only the
first half hour is given. 1t is written in vein
of pure feeling and Of kindly sympathy with the
gentle fisherman, and forms fitting tribute to
Meek walton's heavenly memory.
Near the commencement of the article occurs the
following excellent passages concerning the pre-
valing spirit of English Literature at the presen,
day:
Our people nowadays look far more to
amusement than to original thinking. Hence, in
an age which has been pregnant with great mind.
we find but few productions that are of a lasting
character-few that we point to as likely te
survive many generations. The public taste is
superficial; and our authors have themselves in
creased it by quietly submitting to, not conscicn-
iousIy opposing 1T and by writing to please, not to
reform. And those amongst US who look for better
things are constrained TO turn TO a continental
school for that freshness of. meniai" culture which
our instructors at hemc have denied us. We find
vigor and sodity of thought in our foreign lite.
rary preceptors to charm and cap,ivatc and in the
modern fiction writers of Allemagnc, fol instance
recognize suitable compeers Of our own Swfts, and
Stcrnes, and Godsmlths Goethe and Schiller are
now almost as much read as Shakespeare: and the
ballads of Burger are infinitely better known than
the collection Of our English ones which made
by Bishop Percy
1--WE do not regret these things; can salts:
factorily account for them with ourselves, and
it necessary, could show how such exchange was
necessarily TO be expected. And rather far rather,
would we have our maidens' blue eyes filled with
tho dews of sympathy, and see their dear cups
overflow and send the tear-dreps swinging along
the silky LASH until they fall clear and pure as she
who sheds lhem pat, pate ring upon the leaf, over
the pages of Jean Paul Friedrich Richter, for ex
ample. than would we put into their hands perhaps
the last new novel. There is sick illness, an unna.
turel dlstension in our modern books which pain
fully indicate their forced growth. When we take
them in hand we know that their seed was not
first dead as to earth-that then there came not ny
the tender blade TO be walered by the dews of hea-
ven, and expanded by the breath of the wandering
winds--that after the blade there no time
formed car nor at last-oh glorious consurnma-
,ion-,hc full corn in the ear. But, the con-
,rary, we are continually reminded that they sprang
up in night or two; like those hdeous fungi,
whose smell is rankness, and whose taste Is sweet
but poisonous.
eve do not regret, we repeat, the foreign taste
which is abroad it is only what we had looked
for. and we are more than content. Batwe would
insist that there is no need of our giving up our
English writer's they will stand the test with any,
and could we only revive, in the respect OF their
countrymen, the names and memories OF the great
master-spirts of our forefathers-could we induce
our authors to draw more from these deep wells,
and less from their own shallow pools. end our
readers to have more care for the purity and SIM
plicisy Of the draught than for its inspiring and in
texicating nature we should expect great things
from the genius which is, happily, so abundant
amengs, us new. Our writers would have higher
ends than to crafty; and our national pride would,
we feel assured, be very much purified and exalted
by the change.
Yes we should eok for great and manifold
benefits, were the mighty spirits OF two or three
centuries past again evoked from their silent SUM
bers-if the sound and pure blood that thrilled
through the veins of Milton, and Taylor and Hall
-of Bacon and Burtsn-ef Robert Boyle and Sir
Thomas Brown could, by kind of TRANSMISSION,
be sent once more chasing and bubbling through
urEnglishhe heart What energy of purpose-what
depth of earning-what fervoar OF piety-what
beauty of holiness, are not present in those hon
ored names b Woald that the same spirit were
abroad now then might we look for some ma
,ional regeneration ia taste, and feeling, and in
fluence. 10 which our present condition is but
dream
The Life and Times of the United 1rishmen,
BY DR.. MADDEN, form the subject OF an extended
review, and the narrative OF the afghan War,
commenced in the September number, Is here con-
tnued Barry the Painter, Day at the Rock
of Polignac, Irish Character, and The LYNDA
eers Bride, are the titles of the remaining papers
% Mr.. Bellows's Discourse occas'oned BY the
Death ofDr. Charming was sent Us yesterday by