New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1850-12-12
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The author OF this volume has already surround
ed the pseudony1n under which he writes with
throng of delightful associations, His previous
works have borne the stamp OF unmistakaole &C.
MUS. Some Of them, it is true, have been too re-
5oent of certain Carlylese fragrance to suit the
healthy senses which rejoice more i'll the fresh,
pure odors of nature, than in the most dainty arti
Goial perfumes But this was the mere expert
ment Of wayward, youthful fancy, eXultlng IN
the consciousness Of life, and tempted to try all
foyms of strong and startling expression, just as
some persons in the excitement OF passion prefer
the energetic phrases Of q foreign tongue to the
common place terms of their ycrnacuar. little
wholesome severity on the part oil the critics, CON-
bined with the genuine good taste, which forms
one of the most prominent traits OF Mr.. LIZ Mar
wells intellectual character was sure to set this
matter right and restore him to the natural utter
ance OF his own sweet and pathetic melodies. lie
has too much inherent strength to walk in the
steps of another his mastery of the most grace
ful and touching forms English expression should
lead him to present models rather than to seek
thom; and the sooner he sets up entirely for
himself, both in thought and language, the more
speedily will he arrive at the enjoyment of the
pure and brilliant fame which he is destined TO
achieve.
The "Revcries of a Bachelor is, in all respects,
an advance on his former productions 1t grows
out of deeper experience, is far more subjective
in its tone, and deals with more delicate and
subtle emotions, than any OF the writings which
he has heretofore acknowledged. The talent Tor
vigorous description, which he has usually exer-
oised in the portraiture Of outward objects is here
applied to the interior workings OF passion, and It
must be admitted that he displays broader
reach of Imagination, aud more vivid sense OF
reality, in this new sphere, than when engaged in
his admirable delineatons of society and the
many.coored life of foreign cities. He dips his
pen in his own heart, and it flows with delicious
feeling and pathos that is as rare in most popular
literature it is exquisite
Those who are curious in detecting resem.
blances may indeed find many things IN these
soft shadowy pencillings of thought in the brief
and broken phrases III which the author clothes
strong emotions and the quaint and unexpected
illustrations with which he loves to tickle the
Fancy, that remind them Of fayorite authors,
cherished perhaps, in days long gone by. Per
think whom he is like. We certainly are apt to
bring a new writer to this comparison, and it is
no injury to the pleasure we receive from his &C.
MUS 70 find that he is not without something in
common with old friends. There are no traces of
conscious imitation in these "Reveries' of our
bachelor, and if he sometimes recalls the memory
Of great name, it only shows that he has pursued
generous study Of literature to some purpose.
We do not believe that he has drawn his tender
ness and exquisite refinement from Mackenzie,
his sudden turns and suspension of the sense from
Eterne or his genial profusion OF odd images from
Jean Paul, but We have no doubt that he will &C
knowledge an electric influence from frequent
contact with those writer's. An occasional pas
sage too, reminds of the manner OF John Timon,
the unknown author Of "The Lorgnette;' but
such condolences are raro. Tx Marvel does not
seem to be familiar with the doings of his cotem'
poraries.
We are tempted to make large extracts from
these fascinating Reveries, but presuming that
our readers will not fail to procure the volume,
we shall content ourselves with one or two speci.
mems of their manifold beauties. And without
going further, we will take the Bachelors" in
PRODUCTION OF himself to the reader, of which the
FIRST paragraph shows the affection the author for
good old idiomatic English in spite Of his tempo
rary dalliance with modern enchantments
have got quiet farmhouse in the country, r
very humble place to be sure, tenanted By q
worthy enough man, of the old New-England
stamp, where sometimes so tor q day or two IN
the Winter to look over the farm accounts, and
to see how the stock is thriving on the Winters
keep.
Ono side the door as YOU enter from the porch
ia little parlor, scarce twelve feet by ten, with
COSY looking fire place heavy oak floor, q couple
of arm chairs and a brown table with carved
lions feet Out of this room opens little cab
met, only big enough for broad bachelor bed.
stead, where | sleep upon feathers, and wake in
the morning with my eye upon saucy colored
photographic print of some fancy "Bessy.
IL happens to be the only house in the world Of
which | am bona fde owner and | take q vast
deal of comfort in treating it just as choose /
manage TO break some article OF furniture almost
everv time l pay it a visit; and If | cannot open
the window readily of morning, to breathe the
fresh air knock out pane or two OF glass with
my boot. lean against the walls IN avery old arm,
chair there is on the premises, aud scarce ever TAI
to worry such hole In the plastering, as would
set me down for round charge Tor damages IN
town, or make prim housewife fret herself into
a raging fever. laugh out loud with myself, III
ay big-arm chair when think that am neither
afraid OF one nor the other
As for the fire, ! keep the little hearth SO hot as
10 warm half the cellar below, and the whole
space between the jams roars Ton hours together
with white flame. To be sure, the windows are
not very tight, between broken pancs and bad
Joints, so that the fire, large as IL is, is by no
means extravagant comfort.
AS night approaches have huge pile OF OAK
and hickory placed beside the hearth, pat out
the talow candie on the maute!, tisiu5 the family