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

sCious emotion OF CompIdceucy bAt bhls ia~c'i
NOT mass away Day and night l sa" it,last as /
nod seeri, IN the gallery The same playful smile
the same glance alternately turned to me ana
the Glowing picture above her head-and thatWas
nh | saw or felt. No child ever aest ed upon It's
mothers shoulder with feelings more celesValiy
nure than those with which cOUnted over day
and night each separate lineament of that ex-
ceeding loneliness. Romantic ex.rayagantl
Yes; if the world be right liz calling passion
romantic just in proportion as it is not merely
hopeless but pure and unselfish, drawing its deli
cious power from DO hope or fantest desire of en-
joynent, but merely from simple delight In It's OBJ.
jectthen my passion was most romantic
never thought OF disparity in rank. Why should
/ That could not blind the eyes OF my magma
ton. She was beautiful. and that all, and al
in all to me- and had our stations been exchanged,
or more than eXChanged had been King Co
phetua, and she the beggar maid, should have
gloried in her just much
Beloved sleepless hours, which ! spent in PIC
turing that scene to myself with all the bflllance
of fresh recollection! Beloved hours how soon
YOU passed away! Soon-soon my Imagination
began to fade the traces of her features on my
minds eve became confused and DIM and then
came over me the fierce desire to see her again,
that might renew the freshness OF that charming
image. Thereon grew up an agony OF loh5il5
an agony Of weeks, and months, and years.
Where could find that face again! was my fu
ling thought from morning until eve. l kneWtha1
il was hopeless to look for her at the gallery
where had first seen her My oaly nope was
that at some place of public resort al tne w est
end might CATCH if but for moment an insPlr-
ing glance of that radiant countenance | I'M
pered round the Burton Arch and Hyde Park u ate
@but in vain Ipeered into every carriage, every
bonnet that passed me in the thorouShiares-ln
vain / stood patiently at the doors OF eGmoltIons
and concerts and payhouses, to be showed BACK
bv policemen, and nsulted by tootmen--but IN
I +r;o 1 VI Fooh 10 phnrcbpc
by one; and sat in the free seats, to listen to
PRAYERS and sermons, not word OF which, alas
] cared to understand with my eyes searching
carefully every pew and gallery, iace by race
always fancying, in self-tortnring waywardness'
that she might be Just in the part OF the gallery
which could not see. Oh! miserable days OF
hope deferred making the heart sick Mlseraole
gnawing of disappointment with which return
ed at nightfa to force myself down to my books
Equally miserable rack of hope on which my
nerves were stretched every morning when rose,
counting the hours till my days work should be
over and my mad search begin again! AT last
"my torment did by length OF time become my
element" ] returned steadily as ever to the
studies which | had at first neglected, much to
Mackaye's wonder and disgust; and the vain
hunt after that face became part OF my daily
task to be got through with the same dull, sullen
effort, with which ali did was now transacted.
Machaye | suppose, at first attributed my az
SeuCeS, ana ldleneSS 10 NY ildNlhS gu INV o'
| company. But it was some weeks before ne
| gently told me his suspicious, and they were an
I swered by burst OF tears, and passionate de.
| NAL, which set them at rest forever. But mad
| not courage to tell him what was the matter with
| me- sacred m0desty, as well as sense OF the
impossbilty of explaining my emotions, held me
back. | had alf,dread too, to confess the
whole truth of his ridiCuling g fancy, to say the
least, so utterly i1npracticabe; and my only con
| fdant was a picture in the National Gallery IN
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| likeness to my Venus and there / used to go and
stand at spare half hours, and feel the happier tor
staring acd staring, and whispering to the dead
canvas the eXtravagances OF my ldoatry'
The beautiful Lillian soon became the subject
of Atoms first attempt at poetry. But, meeting
with Tennysons Poems, the unequaled sketches
of women that he found there convinced him OF
his own fatal incompetency in that line. Tie threw
away his verses on Lillian, never to resume them
But he could not help writing something, If 1t
were only to escape from his own thoughts
The Paradise of the South Sea Islands next iur'
r!ishes him with theme. Doubling his poetic
capacity, he resolved to lay the matter before his
old patron, Sandy Mackaye. He is received by
him with characteristic bluntness. The scene
which follows gives good specimen OF the
authors powers Of graphic description, IN which
he is surpassed by few recent English writer's.
After the first intimation OF his having written
verses, Mackaye replies
Hech, sirs, poetry I've been expecting it. |
suppose it's the appointed gate o workmans
intellectual life-that same lust o versihcation'
! Aweel, aweel-lcts hear
Blushing and trembling, read my verses aloud
in as resonant and magnioquent voice as
could command. thought Mackayes upper Up
would never stop lengthening, or his lower lip
protrudng. He chuckled intensely at the unior-
! tunate rhyme between "shocks' and stocks
Indeed it kept him in chucklng matter for whole
month afterward but when had got to the shoa
of naked girls, he could bear no more, and burst
! out
What the devil, is there no harlotry and lido
latry here in England that We maun gang speer-
ing after it in the Cannibal Islands :! Areye gaun
to be like thae puir aristocrat bodies that wad
suner hear an Italian dog howl than an English
nightingale sing, and Wilma hearken to Mr.. John
Thomas till he calls himself Giovanni Thomasino;
or do We tax yourself for q singing bird, to go all
your days twecdle. dumdeeing out into the lift,
lust for the lust o hearing your ain clan clatter?
Win We be a man or Unite Coral Islands
Pacific? What do We ken about Pacifcs Are
we a Cockney or Cannibal Islander Dinna
stand there, We gowk as fusionless as docken,
but tell me that. Where do ye live 7"
What do you mean, Mr.. AIackaye T. asked
with doietul and disappointed yisago
/ Mean-~why, Il God mad meant ye 10 write
about Pacifcs He'd ha put ye there-and be-
cause He means ye to write about London town
He's put We there-and glen yc an unco sharp
taste Q the ways OF; and III gle ye anjther
Come along wa me-
And he seized me by the arm, and hardly giving
me time TO put on my hat, marched me out into
the streets, and away through Glare Market to St.
! CHESS.
! 1t was foul chilly, foggy Saturday night
+! From the butchers and green6rocers shops the
| gasights tared and nickered, wild and ghastly
over hsggard groups Of slipshod dirty women
! bargaining for scrapsof stale meat and rostbitten
I vegetables, wrangling about short weight and bad
quality sh,stalls and fruit stalls lined the edge
! of the greasy pavement, sending up odors as foul
! as the language Of sellers and BUYERS. Blood and