New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-11-16

OF SOUPS and lelllrs, and NICE THINGS just tle MN
| ute she faucied en- andli on a water bed instead
Of tie bare noor-and so she ought; bat where
the parish il do that And the hospital Wo0ldn
! take her in because she was incurable and be-
sides the old III wouldn't let her go-nor into
the union neither When She in a goodhumor.
like. she Il sit by her by the hour, holding her
hand and kissing ofit, and nursing OF IT. Tor all the
world ike doll. But she wont hear OF the work
house; SO now, these last three weeks they takes
off her pay, because they say she must go INTO the
| house, and not kill her daughter by keeping her
out-as if they warn't killing her themselves
No workhouse-no workhouse said the Old
woman, turning around suddenly, IN clear, lofty
voice = No workhouse, sir, Tor an officers daugh
ter.
And she relapsed INTO her stupor.
Al that moment the other girl entered with the
coals-but without staying to light the fire. ran up
to Ellen with some trumPery dainty she had
bought, and tried to persuade her to eat 1t
We have been telling Mr.. Mackaye every
thing, said poor Lizzy.
pleasant story. isn't it Oh! if that fine
lady, as we're making that riding habit tor
would list spare only half the money that goes IN
dressing herup to ride in the park, to send US out
to the colonies wouldn't be an honest girl there
Maybe an honest mans wife Oh! my God !!
wouldn't | slave my fingers to the bone tor him
Wouldn't mend my lie then | couldn't help
tit would be like getting into heaven ont OF
hell But now-we must-we must tell you
shall 60 mad soon, think or take to drink
When passed the gin.shop down there Just now,
! had to run like mad for fear l should go inland
if once took to tlat-Now then to work again.
Make up the fire, Mrs. -, please do
And She sat down and began stitching frantically
at the riding habit, from which the other girl had
hardly lifted her hands or eyes for moment dur
ing our visit.
We made motion as if to go,
God bless you, said Ellen; come again
soon dear Mr. Mackaye."
Coed by" said the elder girl and good night
to you. Night and day s are all the same here
we must have this home by seven o'clock to- NOR
row morning Ny ady's going to ride early they
. say. whoever she may be, and we must Just sit
ND all night 1t s often we haven't had our clothes
Off for week together from four in the morning
till two the nextmorning sometmes-stitch, stitch
| stitch Somebody's wrote a song about that II
learn to sing tit II sound ltnnSll Ike up mere
Better sing hymns, said Ellen.
HYMNS for ~ answered the other, and
then burst out into that peculiar Wild ringing
Gendish augh-has my reader never heard 1t
pulled out the two or three shillings which
possessed, and tried to make the girls take them
for the sake of poor Ellen -.
mo: YOU re workingman, and we won't
feed on vou--you II want it some day-au the
trade going the same way as We as last as ever
| it can y
Sandy and went down the stairs.
Poetic element Yon assie, rejoicing IN her
Disagreement and not her beauty, Ike the nuns
| of Peterborough in auld time-is their no poetry
there That puir lassie, dying on the bare boards
and seeing her Savior in her dreams, IS there ma
poetry there Gallant That auld body ewre the
fire. wi her an officers dochter, is there ma
poetry there That ither, prostitutlng hersel to
buy food for her freen--ls there ma poetry there
tragedy,
With hues when mighty painter dips
His pen in dyes Of earthquake and eclipse
Ay, Shcley's gran always gran but Fact is
grander-God and Satan grander. All around
We in every gin-shop and costermonger cellar
are God and Satan at death grips every garnet IS
hall Paradise lost or Paradise Hegained ana
will We think it beneath we to be the People
| Poet 2
He then gives little history of his subsequent
noetic development, and the influence of certain
authors on his mind. We quote what he says Of
TENNYsoN.
Then, in happy day, fell on Alfred Tenny-
son 6 poetry, and found there, astonished and de-
| lighted the embodiment OF thoughts about the
| earth around me which | had concealed, because
fanced them peculiar to myself Why IS 1t that
the latest poet has generally the greatest lntlu-
euce over the minds OF the young Surely not
for the mere charm OF novelty The reason IS,
that he living amid the same hopes, the same
sphere of observation they gives utterance and
outward form to the very questions which vague
mud wordless, have been Exercising Their hc arts
And what endcared Tennyscn especially 10 me,
tho vOrkinrman was as afterward discovered,
the altogether democratic tendency OF his poems.
| True all great poets are by their Office democrats
seers of man only as man; singers OF the joys,
the sorrows the aspirations common to all human
| itv: but in Alfred Tennyson there IS an element
especially democratic, truly leveling; not his po-
Itical opinions about which know nothing, and
care less, but bis handling of the trivial, every
| day sights and sounds OF nature. Brought up, as
| understand in part OF England which possess
! o. l,.
that which the vulgar call sublime, he has learnt
to see that in all nature, in the hedgeroW and the
| sandbank as well as in the Alp peak and the
ocean waste. is world of true sublimty a mi
mute intinite-nn ever fertile garden oil poellc lnh
| ees the roots of which are in the unathomaoe
and the eternal, as truly as any phenomenon
| which astonishes and awes the eye. The descrp'
tions of the desolate pools and creeks where the
| dying swan Hoated, the hint OF the sllvery marsh
| MOSES by Mnriana's moat, came to me ike reve-
! latjous | ALWAYS knew there was something beau
tiful wonderful sublime III those ilOwery dykes OF
Battergea fields in the long grayelly sweeps OF
that lone tide shore; and here was man who
! had put them into words Tor me This ID what
call democratic art-the revelation OF the poetry
| which lies in common things. And surrey all the
age is tending in that direction IN Landseer ana
| his dogs-n Fielding and his downs, with host
of noble fellow .artists-and IN all authors VINO
have really seized the nation s mind, from Crab0e
and Burns and Wordsworth to Hood and Dickens
the great tide sets over onward, toward that
which is common to the many not that which is
exclusive tothe tew-toward the likeness OF him
who causes His rain to fall on the just and on the
unjust and his sun to shine on the evil and good
who knoweth the cattle upon thousand hills, and
all the beasts of the field are in His sight.
Our next extract is the description OF
HIS FIRST VISIT TO THE COUNTRY.
had as | have said before, literally never been
| further alield than Fulham Battersea Rise.
One Sunday evening, indeed, had got as tar as
Wandsworth Common; but it was March, ana,
to my extreme disappointment the heath was not
in flower.