New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1843-01-10

PLEASANT MEMOIRS OF PLEASANT LANDS: BY L. H. Sic
Quincy. Il vol limo. PIP. sss) Boston: James Mum
rec j. Co.
In typographical beauty this volume has hardly
. q superior; in moral excellence and intellectual
grace it stands On proud eminence Mrs Sig
Quincy recently visited and travelled through Eng
land, Scotland and France; and here arc her
.Plcasan, Memories Of what she saw, heard and
felt, in nterningled prose and verse, each rep!ete
with the soul Of Poetry. Among the scenes which
arrested her attention and are here depicted were
Lake Winandermerc, Gtasmere and Rydal. Water.
Holyrood, Hawthorndcn, Abbo,,sford, Keni!wor,h.
Westminster Abbey, Rlnnimede, &c. Among
those she visited were Wordsworth, Soulhey, Miss
Edgeworth, and Mrs. Fry at Newgate. There
has been no volume of American gicaning5 abroad
lately published which 80 commcnds itself to the
gentle, the penslve, the poetic, this cannot fail
to do. We can find or force small space for ex-
tracts at prcscn:-and yet we cannot omit the fol-
lowing passage concerning WORDSWORTH, which
will have deep interest for the many thousands
whose souls have been elevated and strengthened
BY his genius and who think of him with reverence
and love:
An excursion to Grasmcre and HelvelIyR the
falls Of Ryda-Water, Stock Gill Force, and other
points of interest in the vicinity of Amblosde, COM
municated great pleasure TO our party; but at our
return we iound it had keen purchased by the loss
of a call from the poet Wordsworth. Though
had more earnestly desired to see him than almost
any distinguished writer, whom from early lite 1
had admired, it was with degree of diildencc,
amounting almost TO trepideiion, that accepted
the invitation to his house, which had been lett at
T ha1 ly nd
tending labitatlon embowercd with ivy aud roses.
felt that to 90 into the presence of Europes loti-
est crowned head would not cost much effort,
as TO approach and cndeavor TO converse with
king in the realm OF Mind. But the kindness CT
his reception and that of his family, and the un-
ccrcmonous manner ia which they make guest
feel as one of them, removed the reserve and UNI
easiness of O strangers heart.
Wordsworth is past seventy years OF age, and
has the same full, expanded brow, which we sec
in his busts and engravings. His conversation
has that simplicity and richness for which you are
prepared by his writings He led me around his
grounds, pointed out the improvements which ne
he'd made during the last thirty years, and the
trees, hedges, and shrubbery which had been
planted under his direction. Snatches of the
gorgeous scenery of lake and mountain, were visi-
Bic from different points and one Of the walks
his neishbor, the Lady Elizabeth Fleming, on
whose domain are both the upper and lower falls
Of Rydal- Water. In this beautiful combination c
woods, cliffs. and waters, and elemntemple point
ing 10 the skies, we see the germ of many of his
thrilling descriplious for his habit is TO compose
in the open air. He loves the glorious scenery'of
his native region, and is evidently pleased whep
others admire it.
His household consists of wife, sister, two
sons, and tungh,er. The eldest of the sons Is
married. and with group of five children resides
under the same roef giving TO the family plea
SAINT, pa,riarchal aspect. fine boy OF hve years,
who bears the name Of his grandfather, and bids
fair TO possess somewhat of his breadth OF brow, 10
evidently quite fayorite. Among his bright say
ngs was the question, whether "the Ocean aoes
not the chrtstiaa-nome ofthc Sea Z. 1t was de-
lghtful to see SO emincnt peet, thus pursuing
the calm tenor of happy life, surrounded by all
those domestic affections and sharites which his
pure LAYS have done so much to cherish IN the
hearts of others.
The following passage concerning SoUTKEY ana
his devoted wife, with the beautiful sonnet by
which it is introduced, will be read with rnelan-
choly pleasure by his many and ardent admirers.
How much more dark and awful than the shawdow
of death is tho cloud which has settled upon this
wonderful man!
TO SOUTHEY.
though, to see thee in thy iake-girt home,
Thou of creative soul! thought with thee
Amid thy mountain soliludeS 10 roam,
And hear the voice. whose echoes VITA anu Nee
Had strangely thrilled me, when my life was new,
With cid r0msatc tales OF wondrouS lore;
But an. they told me that thy MAD wihoiew
Into It's mystic cell nor eVcrtlore
Safe on the lip in fond, familiar word,
Nor through The speakiAg eye her love IePaa'
BON night and day; upon the willow shade
Her sweet harp hung. They told nue., and Wept,
august %, 1917.
From Wordsworth, while at Rydal-Mount, re-
ceiyea the first information of Southey's melan-
choly state Of health and intellect, and resigned,
though Reluctantly, my intention OF goiag TO Hes
wick TO see him. 1t was with deep sorrow that l
heard how dark cloud hung over that strong and
creative genius, which has long communicated
such delight on both sides of the Atlantic, and
whose varied and versatile powers seem well char.
ac;srized in u few of his own sweet lines, rs
"The streams perpetual now,
Tha, with lis shadows, and its CHANGING lights,
Dnp!es aud thi radlike motons 'nnhi,ep
Forever varying, and yet still The same,
Like fine towards Eternity, ehdes by
letter, the ensuing spring, from his.w'te, So
widely known by her name Of Caroline Bowies. "a
tho writer of some of the truest and most pathe'ic
poetry in our language, made me s.il more regret
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