New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1844-08-14
THE TRiBU n 4.
LITERARY REMAINS OF THE LATE WILL
LIS GAYLORD CLARK.

Th;s work is row complete, IN Douho
ro,rmo of nearly FIVE hundred pages, neatly
n,;o,,d upon good large type and excellent
s.,.r The first two of the five serial numbers,
r. rb;cb The book is composed, have already been
noticed in this paper. The last three numbers
cooclu[e the ONapodiann' articles, and EN-
hr,ce ,be other miscellaneous prose writings of
,be author. together with his poetical illusions,
bv which he is SO universally known to his coun-
,rymen. CLApX's productions, in their collected
form are every where receiving that favor which
thew richly deserve, and which we confidently
n.edicted for them. II has become fdsaiondoie
to admire and to possess them and this is not al
vsvs The case, even with writings which, like
these. are distinguished for the hedrt-the deep
feeling. the tender affection, as well as the pa
tboe. hunor, and fine imagination, which pervade
them. The last North American Review fully
;pdorses the praise which we have heretofore
.v,rded to the admirable 'Olapodiana' papers.
They are written, says the reviewer in a free
and flowing style, merry and sad by turns, now
n tho sunshine, now in the shade, but always
with an undercurrent of deep feeling, in which
there are no impurities. They show the taste
and power OF the author, and the habitual tcnden-
90 of his mind toward the beautiful. After IL
Illustrating his praise by quotation, the reviewer
adds: sAl MIR. CLARK's friends, and few men
have had more or warmer ones, will welcome this
volume as mirror of his mind; Of his qualntncss,
his humor, his pathos, his easy, careless manner,
and ubsve all, Of his gentle, humane, and gene
rous heart"
The Prose Miscellanies are far more various
and attractive than we had supposed them. The
.Old Mans Record contains an awful exempli
6cation, in the case of two short-ived lovers, Of
the truth Of Shakspeare's lines:
These violent delights have violent ends.
And IN their sweetness de-
The story is powerfully written, and the moral
excellent. The Leaves from an Eronaut,' the
Editor informs us, records the actual experience
Of an aerial voyager, as well as various amusing
incidents of the boyhood of the writer. But we
have no room to notice, or even to enumcrate, the
lively narratives, pleasant essays, entertaining
tales, and sparkling critiques, which compose
these Misceanies; we can only find space for
passage from the laughable tale of Desperc-
ton 1t is only necessary to premise, that tho
writer is Philadelphia student, who, after So
len fortnight amid The gayeties of Washington
season, finds himself Qhrough the rcmissnoss of
a chum) at Baltimore, on his way home, without,
penny in his pocket. He stops at a fashionable
hotel nevertheless, where after tarrying day or
two, he finally, at the heel of grand dinner,
omnes solus, in his private apartment, fanked
h,,x, 1ay,t han and Rnr ardr
solves to disclose all 10 thu landlord. Summon
ing servant, he says;
"Ask the landlord to step up to my room, and
bring his BILL
He clattered downstairs, giggliug, and short
" thereafter his master appeared. He entered
with generous smile, that made me hope for
tho best his house afforded, and that, just then,
was credit.
How much do / owe you 2 said l. He hand
ed me the bill, with all the grace Of polite expect
ancy.
Let me see-seventeen dollars. How reru
reasonable! But, my dear Sir, the most disagree
able part o! this matter is now to be disclosed |
Crieve 10 inform you that. at present, rrn out Of
m rney: bot know, by your philanthropic looks,
that you will be satisfied when tell YOU tina, If
I hoG II, would give 1t TO YOU with unqualified
pleasure. But you see my not having the change
by me is the reason can't do 1t {; and am suro
YOU viii lie; the matter stand, and say no more
about it. | am n stranger to you, that's a fact
but IN the place where came from, oil my &C.
quain,ance.' know me, as easy can be-
The landlord turned ali colors. Where do
you 1--we. any how Z
In Washing should say in Philadel-
phii.'
His eye flashed with angry disappointment
Il ste how it is, Mi.ter my opinion is, that you
are ID ack-Ieg. You don't know ,ohere our home
is. You begin with Washington, and then drop
it for Philadelphia. Your mast pay your bill.
Bua | CART
eth en- iii take your clothes if l don't, blow
me tigl,t,'
SEQ undrel" said I, rising bolt upright: Do
There were no more words. He arose, deliber
ately seized my hat, and my only inexpressibes,
and walked down st Mrs.
Physical, Is say that no two excitements can
exist at the same time in one system. External
circumstan ces drove away, almost Immediately
the coniusi on of my BRAIN
I arose and looked out of the window. The
snow was descending, as drummed on the pane.
What was to do 2 An unhappy wight, sans Gu
lottes, in strange city; no money, and slightly
inebristed A thought struck me. had larg',
full cloak, which with all my other appointments,
save those he took, the landlord had spared. l
dressed Immediately; drew on my boots over my
lair white drawers, not unlike small clothes put
on my cravat, vest, and coat; laid Il travelling
cap from my trunk, jauntily over my forehead,
and fngng my fine long mantle gracefully about
ne, made my way through the hall into the street.
Attracted by shining lamps In The poInco OF d
new hotel. few squares from my hrst lodgings,
entered. recorded some name on the books, and
bespoke bed. Every thing was fresh and neat ;
every servant attentive; all augued well. kept
myself closely clouked pulled cigar. and retr-
ed to bed, to mature my plot.
Waiter, Just brush my clothes, well, my fine
fellow said l, in the morning, as he entered my
room. Mind the pantaloons; don't spill any
thing from the pockets; there is money IN BOTH
'lsdor1t see no psntaloons.'
The devil you don't. Where are they2'