The Portsmouth inquirer. [volume] (Portsmouth, O. [Ohio]) 1849-1855, 1851-06-16

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pitch OF despair at which men take counsel
OF their honor, regardless of the consequent
ces or of the scandel Of collisions which
may be provoked. determined to die rather
than to submit to prolongation Of their
sulierings. LOUIS KOSSUTH.
Kutahja, April l3, 1851.
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How and Where do Authors Write!
How and where do, authors write? are
questions, inanswering which, in nine cases
|outof ten, probabilities would de at fault. -
They who believe in the rose-colored sur
roundings ofliterature, might in such replies,
md an end to the romance of authorship.
10 know in what style of tenement or
temple genius makes his abode-through
what kind of windows looks out--through
whit portals breathes lis inspiration--is al
ways a subject of interest to genius worship
ers. So also are all local associations, such
as have made Stratford on-Avon, and Abbots-
ford, each the Mecca of some pilgrims
dreams. Such an interest as will lead the
beauty-hardened pilgrims of some coming
time to that 'Glen-Mary home amid the trees
such as will hallow bright Alderbrook,
when the pure, young heart, welded by the
golden chain Of love, to its sweet seclusion,
may have mouldered to dust beneath the
green sodded earth. How do'autors write
under what circumstances, and under what
moods of mind?
Tom Hood, from sick bed, wrote his Gro
tesques, Arabesques and Droll Picturesques ,
Burns, lying PROSTATE upon pile of straw,
under the cold, starry sky ofan autumn even
ing, composed, and on entering the house,
wrote those lines, commencing
Thou lessening star with lessening raw,
Which lowest to greet the early dawn,
Again thou usherest in the day
My Mary from my soul was torn
Lest any romantic reader of charming L
E L. should be led to believe that her passion
breathing poems were born in some fairy
bower, under midsummer sky, warm, rich
and glowing as her own Italian soul, friend
of hers has recorded, that she wrote in q
'homely- looking, almost uncomfortableroom
fronting the street, and barely finished
After this, let no one ask, where the pen
first traced the soft imaginings-the exquisite
pictures Of st. Agnes Eve. One would
wish no visions of narrow tables, sworr
writing desks, and high backed chairs tc
come down between him and Madeline
asleep in the lap of legends old;' with that
pure, dreaming face bathed in the pale, silvel
twilight of the fading morn
And Shelby's song of melting sweetness
where had it birth ?--that song, the very es
sence Of all that is beautiful in passion.
The wandering airs they faint
On the dark, the silent stream
/ The champaign-odors fall
u Like sweet thoughts in dream
Were not these lines written while foat
ing on some moon sea, in love- -freighte,
bark, with none to share it but thee and me
swayed to and fro over the rippling waters
with the soul sinking to soft slumber, 'lullet
by the music of its measured motionq Be
lieye it pray you.
Campbell wrote best in the morning
calmly, with heart, which throbbed neve
so much tumultuously but he could pause t
count its beatings; Byron. when night, ant
darkness, and storm accorded with the light
ming elements of his soul.
\ Campbell once said, 4 have never been al
early riser, and have done the chief part O
my writing before breakfast. One'
thoughts then are purer-one's feelings NOR
spiritual
A clear minded divine of New England, {
deep thinker and fine scholar, chooses nigh
after day of severe toll in the open air, be
lieving that then the mind is the stronges
/ and judgment clearest.
Jean Paul, the only one-the man divinel,
commissioned to write-sitting in the littl,
room, with his bustling mothers household
affairs, and sometimes the chatter of gossip
, ping women going on around him, wrot
those beautiful extravaganceis, those SUI
bright thoughts, those strange conceits, owe
all which fell golden radiance from hi
cheerful spirit.
In a quiet part of London, not far fron
the Thames, in second story chamber
Carlyles thought shop. Why is it not il
some wild place of that picturesque Scot
lan@ whose craggy roughness seems stampe
ded with an iron hand upon his rocky nature
Goldsmith wrote hopefully, courageousl
: from his meagre garret. Thompson sketche
pictures of the morning while too indoler
= to 20 forth to breathe its freshness-to behol
!: It's beauty.
'How does Barry Cornwall write Pan
: where?
a Seated beside this sheris wine
: And near to books and shapes divine
! Which poets and the painters past
Have wrought imlines that aye shall last,s
Zen !, with Shakspear's self beside me,
And one whose tender talk shall guide me
!. Through fears and pains and troublous theme
n Whose smile doth fall upon my dreams
$ Like sunshine on stormy day
e Barry Cornwall writes in his home
/ home whose domestic happiness is refined b
d the purest intellectual enjoyment-a hon
|, which is a sanctuary, in whose cool, del
cious stiffness, weary heart in man, sht
e king off the spirit-staining dust of the worl
e at the threshold, could enter, asking an
finding peace and sweet repose. With Il
= mother and the child--his fair wife and 'go
den tressed Adelaide beside him, what won
/. der that his fireside fancies should shaI
|, themselves in loving poesy
Felicia Hemans and l.. e. L. wrote wit
J. the deepest enjoyment to the tones of musi
!, This, it must be admitted, is rather star
;. ling. a
It The mulberry calculus is the most pair
# ful form Of the concretion Of the kidne.
+ and bladder. The rhubarb plant has con
into extensive use, and is generally consil
IS cred wholesome article Of diet. If Il
J. danger Of using it is os great as represents
! in the Retrosnect. il should be universal