The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1849-05-12
DAILYNATIQNALW HIG.
From the Knickerbooker ior May.l
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ffrom the Knickerbooker Tor Mayl
FOOT-PRINTs.
X, H. Stoddard, PIP. 70. N. y; spaiding 4 Shepard
rere now is young man, and a young writer
, will soon make himself favorably known TO
e circle Of readers. In the first place, we eanno
} thinking that he writes because he cannot hell
His illusions seem TO rs 10 be the ouIpouring o
ural thoughts in spontaneous verse He observes
4, moreover, and Is really faithful. Inner Of ma
!. Our readers will remember some graceful and
lsIng lines upon Harley River which were
fributed by Mr.. Stoddard 10 the knickerbocker
which we are glad TO find included In the little
nphlet volume before us. They afford fair ex-
pie of the faiihfulness with which he transfers ma
Il pictures to the printed page. we would ask
readers attention 10 the following lines, descrip-
Of several OF the writer's family pets--
BESS.
IA little child, a timber elf,
Singing, dancing 10 herself,
Through the live-long summer day,
In hooks and places far away.
Now In the forest up the trees,
Rocking, swinging in the breeze.
Scattering dew f ON of the spray,
On her face--anon away, ~
In race with barking Tray,
Shaking her tresses 10 the wind,
Shouting, scampering DER the plain;
Through the wavy meadow grass
Up the hill and down again
. In the green-edged garden walks,
With wreath of roses crowned,
Soaring from the flowers The bold
Angry bees with bells OF gold
Chasing butterflies around
Tired Of this, In the house she'll lufk,
And busy herself with knitting work;
And hide away in quiet nook,
And sit for hours with picture books
Nodding falling asleep at last,
MnmuTing In her sleep
OF past delight, as red-lipped shell,
On shore. of the sounding deep,
A pleasant thing, spirit bright,
Full OF gladness and delight;
A little angel-strayed away
From the walls of Heaven-at play
Flying through its pearied gate
After mornings pomp and staiei
Wandering TO a world OF care,
Sin, and sorrow, and despair;
Making, with her angel face, s
A sunshine in shady place. tt,
JOE.
A little youngster, FIVE years old
roguish mad cap, free and bold,
Tricksy, frolicsome and gay,
Plotting mischief oil the day,
Stealing Grannys spectacles,
Looking as his cen were dim,
And the ivory headed cane
And the wig Of Uncle Tim;
Shutting with a manly stride
Mocking, initiating HIM;
Romping in the shady hooks,
With our darling little Bess;
fsering over WHY'S books,
Feigning deepest slndiousness;
Grave as master in his school
Sitting on his little stool
BY our stately Bel, be sure,
Staid and sober and demure; %g
Making faces unaware,
Climbing Ruths or mothers chair,
Tickling, letting down their hari
Dropping with merry shout
Laughing, chasing Kate about
Scampering from room TO room,
Hiding In the cnrtained gloom
In the corners dim and dark
Huddling cronching in the shade,
BY his shuffiing feet at last
And his smothered laugh betrayed.
low take the following, and observe, please the
e touches Of natural pathos, not unlike those Of
kena, ia his sketch of Tiny Tim" which peTvnde
picture Of the deformed lite boy.
WILL.
Win Is an innocent child,
With a full great earnest eye
Where the tears do gnsh and start
Without u reason why;
A fountain of pity his heart,
Whose waters are never dryi
A thin and hectic cheek,
A voice gentle and meek,
Tremulous soft and shy,
As he were afraid 10 speak
Willy is lame but he,
Dear heart doth never complain;
He sits sometimes for hours,
With look Of sorrow and pain. 4.
Dreamy and sad and mute, v.
Surveying his shrunken foot
af
When J oc and the neighber lads,
A merry troop, are at play,
He looks on, sad for time,
With sigh and limps awayi
Seeking some quiet nook
Far from noise and folly,
To read q religious book
Or weep In melancholy.
Poor Willy he seems 10 me
Out of his sphere, below
Pining away like bird Of the Senih
In region of ice and enow
A rare exotic, far
From Its native cline away,
Transplanted In cold, ungenin soil,
And whitening day by day.