Weekly national intelligencer., 1851-08-30
NATIONAL lNTELLIGENCER:
A NEW BOOK.
STUDIES OF AMERICAN LITERATURE, BY PHLARETE
cHAsLEs.

cHA6LES.
We are indebted to the International Magazine
for the Translation of French Review OF the work
above designated, from which we make the follow
ing quite interesting extract
The Eudes M Cbsses of that superficial character
adopted by many The admiration OF mnnes not his de-
srs The object that he Pusues continues ever serious
one although thousand ornament the way He has
vyacy without losing precsontwo characteristics of good
writing seldom found together. II be INDUCES in dgessions
they are not pecepbe until the temperance of bis subject
shows us how gracefully he has departed from it. He passes
rapidly over what is known, while with especial
be dwslIs what is unknown Thus, in the history of
American literature be does himself long with the
popular of Fennmore Cooper and Franklin. What
could he say respecting these great Of
American science and literature His instinct Of observe
ton and criticism suggested him the works less kno Of
GoUvERsxuR MoRRIs and HERMAss MELVILLE Between
these two writer's, Of whom was the contemporary Of
Washington and the other still living in corner Of
ehuse ranged according to their date the poduc
tons Of the writer's Of the great American nation
GoUvsRSEUR MoRRIs Of noble spirit. His Memories
represent us with full and attractive fidelity, the opinion
which the young and tranquil Republic Of the United States
entertained at tho close Of the eighteenth century Of the
and the events Of French Revolution He far from
misunderstanding the abuses Of ancient society," but be
depored that necessary for volence to abolish them
sensible and polished Observer he criticized them without
passion and with benevolent irony. Let hear him tell
Of conversation he bad 1t Madame de la suze with one
of the brilliant leaders Of the gay world that had just
persisted. In few lines he presents admirable sketch Of
the personage
"The rest Of party playing at cards, and quite
absorbed in the game when NJ BoUrzLKRs, in want Of
something better to do spoke to me of America The care
essness with which he heard proved that he did not pay
the leos attention to what be had asked me-
But how could you defend your country from invasion
without fleets and armies !"
Nothng could be more difficult" replied MoRRIs than
subugats nation composed Of Kings and who, if looked
upon contemptuously, would respond am man; are
you any thing more p"
ssVery well, said M. DE BouYrLrRs. "Bu. how would
you like it. il should say to Of those citizen kings
Monsieur, the king, make pair OF boots !!
"My countrymen," said MoRRIs, would hesitate 10
reply with great pleasure sir. is my duty and my
cation make boots and could wish that every would
do his duty in this world.
NJ de Bouers looked up to the sealing if in search Of
solution Of this enigma, and Morris contemplated him.
much surprised if in the forests Of the New World be had
heard hummngbird Of the affairs Of the Republic.
And thus with all that class Of men the same ee-
gance, the same luxury the patte the needless
All these courers Of the last hour resembed precise
y M. de Bouers The day. indeed Of the taking of
the Base Morris traced two lines upon the tablettes
SCI is very well that the should appear believe
that all is anqui but tomorrow perhaps, when the ca
dele in fames they will agree that there has been
noise in Paris"
Some time before the grave and gentle American had
Madame de StaG Madame de Tesses the daughter of
Necker conversed with him in another style than that of M
de Boufers. However, quite serious Conne certainly
the dignity of the compaiot Of Washington surprised
and diverted her.
Monsieur," she said, after moments conversation,
"you have a very imposing air."
81 know it Madame, replied Morris.
The English literature constantly serves M Chases to
bring into relief the character of American literature And
thus he opposes the peaceful inspirations Of the Of
Lowell with the passionate dhyrambcs Of Ebenezer Elliott
the blacksmith of Sheffield chapter full of just remarks
upon what Chasles calls the poetry of vengeance
The girls of Lowe-the Lucindas the Alleghanias, the
Tancreda the Velledas-who after days labor, pass into
the 10 sken dresses with gold watches shining their
1one and their beautiful faces shaded by parasoshose
Massachusetts weavers who have instituted academy
among themselves not in their innocent verses invoke
the vengeful They know nothing Of that terrible
Nemesis with cheeks hollow and ghasty, armed hands, and
red with poverty and weeping to whom the poor work
Of British factories send the cry of famine and despair
If the female operatives of Lowell read the work Of M
Phlaete Chases, they will find there encouragement to
cultivate the smiling thoughts of poetry He, no more than
George sand notwithstanding her sympahies for the work.
ing classes either loves encourages the irritable singers of
social sufferings.
"Wha', he excams, I" has become Of the glorious Apollo
Of the Greek Where is the sunny ideal of the helenec
heavens Where the sacred Of Christian perfection
Poetry is more garden of is wild field of
thorns wherein he who walks leaves tracks Of blood Athe
entrance of this Panassus stands Poverty whom Virgil places
faucibus orci. Her complaints the midst of
She holds in her hand skull with strings of iron and she
sweeps them Tyre with golden chords. Behind her
Crabbe the Juvena Of the hospitals Ebenezer Elliott the
singer OF hunger Cooper the poet suicide and the author
OF Ernest followed by miserable train of children, whom
manufacturers have amished, and young whom
cessve labor has demorazed and prosued in the morning
of their fs Mournful choir, which these poets worhiy
respond"
not pleasant to be sure, for reader pass from
some agreeable representation to ghtfu array Of evils
The spectacle but too of social nfmes troubles the sleep
OF the happy and awakes with the drowsy hate of the
unhappy But there is why be who suffers
should not utter his complaint The Bible itself stranger
to vehement against the apparent injustice de
tiny When Job from ashes surely il was not to
sing to the passesby touching idye in the style Of
Ruth and Naomi He accused Heaven and e he cursed bis
friends, and his mother without troubling himself know
whether his reached the lovers palm groves dis
sbed the woongs of the daughters Of Idumea The Shelf
fed blacksmith, among fleming furnaces, sing the
vouptuous sweets Of existence. He strikes the anvil with
ring, and excams, in rough voice, amid smoke and fire
Accursed be the Of necessity and suffering Who
wishes her acquaintance The poor, despised Write
not their frghul history Pride and vanity despse your la
o0rs Who is he. artisan he