The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1851-04-10
LETTERS FROM GRACE GREENWOOD.

miss davenport, at the Chestnut street heatre,
was quite brilliant affair. Though this fine
actress and generous-hearted woman labored under
great disadvantages from being disappointed by
some actors on whom she had relied for support,
| never knew her acquit herself so admirably.
The play was Adrieme, in which, as you will re-
member, she was so successful at Washington. |
never knew her throw herself so completely into
this character. The personation was beautiful
throughout, and at times overwhelmed one by its
pathos and the passionate abandon of its sorrow
and despair The death-scene in particular was
most touching and powerful piece of acting
The house was good one, though not crowded
as it should have been, and more enthusiastic
audience is seldom seen.
Upon me Miss Davenport conferred peculiar
obligation, by the charming manner in which she
recited my address 1t was like having my rude
numbers set to music-it was better-for not
only did she give to every thought more eloquent
meaning by her voice, but by her glance, her
smile, all the glowing earnestness of her fine ex-
pressive face.
But with some still vivid recollections of this
gifted young actress, you can well imagine all the
beauty she impaired to these simple words:
Oh, friends, the proud joy of my heart
Tonight play in very truth
gracious and glorious part,
Your almoner to great Kossuth.
The mobiles, hero of the age
Now seeks, across the western sea,
This refuge OF the hunted brave
This grand asylum Of the free.
And be shall feel tits nobler far
The gifts of freemen to receive
Than the order and the star,
And jeweled collars tyrsnts give.
thank you for his sake who played
So well the PATRIOTS lofty part
But for the mother, wife and babes,
bless you from my woman's heart!
To your, to our America o.
They come the exiled and oppressed
She stretches forth her kindly arms
And takes them to her sheltering breast
The old world tyrannies sweep on
Along their proud, remorseless path,
Unseeing how above Ii hangs
A cold and eaden cloud of wrath.
That small, far cloud shall gather gloom,
Come lowering heavier and higher,
And black'ning into deepest night,
Shall break in thunder and in fire
What though awhile the Magyar yields,
And wears the despot's CALLING chains
He drew from Freedoms fiery heart
The blood that burns along his veins
And when Hungara's fated hour,
Her last and fercest strife shall come,
Clasp hands and bid your guests God speed
To glory, liberty, and home
The spring is opening delightfully."- here. The
weather is mild and sunny, and flowers and foil
age are putting out rapidly expected, when
left Washington to make long journey west
ward, through SHOWS and bare forests-but have
been delayed and shall not ieare before the trees
so may see flowers and hear birds upon the Ale
ghanies.
After an Imprisonment of three or four months
within the dull level, the brick and mortar bar
repness of the city, how glorious the freedom of
the hills-what joy to feel the turf beneath your
feet and the cool, pure air about your brow-what
a eladness and refreshment the very sight of
" something green that is, provided it be not of
the animated nature Of unsophisticated men and
moral verdancy is quite another
thing.
Pm off Cor Pittsburgh next week, without fail,
| think Amid all the enjoyment of my visit here,
the thought of the home have not seen for near
ly year keeps continually tugging at my heart;
and too often in the pleasantest circle and the
gayest scene an intrusive emotion very like
will suddenly drop in, to dim my
eyes and choke up my voice. Has the exact Pc
Rod at which we cease to be babies ever been
satisfactorily defned2
have had a slight acquaintance with Mr.
Upper, the poet and proverbial philosopher.
From his personal appearance, you would scarce
ly pick him 6dt of a crowd as one likely to dis
tingush himself in Soomon's particular line He
is more genial than grave, and a stranger might
expect from him more wit than wisdom. He is a
small, neatly dressed gentleman, with the frank
est and easiest of manners, and the rosiest and
smilingest of faces-bright-eyed and curly
ed-quick in movement, and not slow in speech
He has none of the stiff-cravated hauteur, gruff
ness, and arrogance, of an ordinary John Bull
not he-but comes to US as to his kindred, or at
least as gracious noble might meet his foster
brothers and sisters, more affectionately than
proudly. He greets America with the warmest
feelings apparently and il he has ever had any
illiberal prejudices against us they now seem
drowned in tide Of more generous sentiment
short time since, while looking over some
prints with young friend, ] came upon one of
the Iron Duke. Said Miss III once had
great prejudice against Wellington, as the con-
uueror of my favorite hero; but have particu-
lar friend who quite adores him, and who has
talked to me until have learned to love himn
OF course, could do nothing less than express
TO the lady my hope that F. M. the Duke would
her affection.
But there will be no question Of the reciprocity
in this case, if Mr.. Tuppers friendliness be gen.
nine. as we have no reason to doubt that il is.
He has many hearty admirers in this country
many to whom the benevolent spirit of his genius
has long ago commended him. In social circles he
viii doubtless be favoritc, as he is agreeable
and a handsome man. The portrait in Buffers
illustrated edition of Proverbial Philosophy" is
quite like; but have it from the Poet himself
that in the picture Of Albury, his residence there
are one or two cbimneys wanting, or one too
many, I unfortunately forget which.
Adieu, GRACE GREENwooD.
The NEW York DAY Book, the paper that
lately sold itself to Shareholders to do any sort of
convenient work, such as black balling respecta-
BILE merchants, levying black-mai, and all that,
administers cold comfort to its employers IL