Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1848-11-30

soul of man, and the most voupuous opiae which c1u
lol 1t to serenity and peace. The more ones nature
is ennobed and purified, the more resisess is the INV.
er with which this impulse, celeslia in ts origin will
enthral all his energies, Well has the Latin poet ex-
claimed
1mProbus amor quid non mortala pectora cogis?'
The soul Of the youthful Lamartine was thus moved
in every fibre Of its beirg when death came and
Snstched Evira from hlS arms The poet was p'osra-
ted and crushed Us by "a blow from heaven In deli
riumhe moansd upon his pillow in rsstlest d"spair.--
Months Of gloom and woe rolled heavily along and
not one gleau of light penetrated the mignght Of his
grief Stricken and wan in his sick chamber he took
his pen and began TO mediate. His pensive iaagin-
ings flowed forth in most mournfu, yet tunefu NUM-
bers. Week after week he sought melancholy So
lace for his woe, in giving poetic expression to his
blighted love and his desolation.
And now the stricken youth tottered forth from his
chamber, emacate and paid, with blurred and blot.
ted manuscript of poems in his hand, entitled Medita-
tons. He went from bookseller to bookseller with his
unatractive offering. Who in this busy world, and
above ALL in gay and frivolous Paris, wishes 10 medt-
ate He at last, almost discouraged by the many
pulses he had received entered the shop Of MNlcoe.
The attention of the publisher Immediately arrest
ed by the grace and ponslve aspect of the youth He
spoke to him kindly, and cOndescended to look into
his manuscript. 1t was the first CLEAN of encourage
ment he had received for No else had deemed his
poems worry Of look. M. NicoIle opened the sheets
and read,
when falls into the meadow the autumn forest leaf
The evening breeze upHS it and whirIs to the vale
And l. alas, resemble that fading leaf of grief
Like it am borne along, BY the stormy northern
gale
The pensve strain touched responsive chord in the
heart OF tho publisher. He read on, page after page
charmed by the mournful melody which sorrow hud a
woke among the heart strings of the moumer The
Meditaons we're printed, and without name and With
out interest," where thrown into the busting world
But the spirit which ndited them had dvct in the
profoundest depths of human nature, and responsive
echoes were awakened in almost every heart. The
dge like strains penetrated the theatre the saloon and
the cafe. Paris this worlds throbbing heart of sen-
went and passion entranced. In short time as.
600 of the Meditaons were circulated, and the name
Of Lamartine was em5lazoned across the sea.
citations, Your soul is moved you have proceeded
farther the emotion has redoubled you have gone on
to the very end and then you have raised long cry
fadmlraon; you have wep; you have hid up the book
under your cushion, that you may rv-reud agan, for
that chaste melancholy, and yelled love, twas yours;
that revere, soft and sweet it yours thai fetng
doubt, it yours; that thought sometimes smiling,
sometimes funerra passing from despair to hupe,
from detection to enthusiasm from the Creator the
creatures and thought vague uncertain and floating. it
was your thonghi-to you-.to us-to ALL it was the
thought of the age, which had been hived up in the
depths of the soul, and which, at last had found Ian
guage and form and what FORM rhythm of celes-
al melody, ringing verse, full of cadence, and sound
which vbrates sweetly an Eoian harp trembling
in the evening oree1o.'
To be continued.