The national era. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1847-1860, 1852-11-11

feudaI power and old royal pageants-holy
martyrdOms for Freedom and for God-Mary
Stuart's proud, fearfntAsad, and tempestuous
career-the romance of Scott, the poetry OF
Burns--all had conspired to give to this place
a charm for my heart and II power over my
Imagination peculiar and pre-eminent. Thus
it was only by desperate effort that tore
myself away, pledging myself solemnly to my
own heart to return at some more convenient
season some happy, golden, future day.
As ever, yours, GRACE GREENWOOD.
COPYRIGHT SECURED BY THE AUTHOR.
For the National Era.
T H Z u NLOV ED CHI | l. ID.
RHYMRD ROMANCE
A man shall see, where there is house full Of
children two of the eldest respected, and the
youngest ruined by indulgence but in the midst
some that as it were forgotten, who, many times
nevertheless, prove the best.-LOra Bacoa.
When my father and my mother forsake me, then
the Lord will take me up.-IioIy Scriptures.
PART FIRST.
l.
The world is full of poetry.'* Oh. yes;
Tis full of authors of all names and ages;
Old things have been brought out in a new dress,
By poets, scholars, wits, and sages:
In fact, there's nothing new, save new distress
At sight of freshly printed pages.
And so It's better in the bud to nip
Tho passion one may have for authorship.
IT'S vastly pleasant to see people frown
At foolish, upstart authors of new works;
While critics, to increase their own renown,
Will cut them up Christians by tho Turks
Most zealously, thoy try to put them down
With diverse quiddities and quips and quirks;
They say to literature they owe it,
In especial, to behead poet.
have already been informed myself
BY one of that ignoble class of fellows,
Who think the aim of life increase of pelf
And that an authorizing deserves the gallows-
That should provo myself silly off
To write, in form of prose cantos:
wise remark, and by authority,
For / was then in my minority.
L he man mas many donors, but VINO II care
He's Trustee OF Female Seminary,
And serves this usual milk and water fare
To girls in rows, like cheeses in n dairy;
He charges high and takes the lions share,
But largely gives to every missionary;
Slow and solemnly he moves Ia tutt,
As mediums write, within the highest circle
He's nice and nothing if not critical;
Declines quarrel when he cannot pick it
deacon, though not hypocritica;
Uses the poor just he does his cricket;
Betimcs he's been somewhat political,
Though always runs behind his ticket,
But is SO excellent and consequential
IIo thinks most parties are quite pestilential.
lie also has endowed Prophets School,"
For he is rich, with a third richer wife
No doubt he thought me conceitcd fool,
Who knew but little of the spice of life.
And so he wished to lay me down rule
In kindness, to prevent all future strife;
And rightly-for owe him malice
And would commune with him from the same chalice
'Tis probable this man Of wealth and note
The edict on never would have laid
Had he not foolishly put on coat,
Which he supposed to ft him had been made
The character which unmindfu wrote,
Would blight his dignity he was afraid;
And as be was more cowardly than witty,
He provoked a laugh throughout blank city
VIII.
| m half in mind my readers will declare
Their wish that had needed the command
And so their generous patience would spare,
BY never having tedious verse, planned = <
For pootasters, am well aware
There never was, than now, less demand
But, Heaven sparng me another quarrel, -
III tell n tale with good moral
My heroine shall at first present
In tender childhood of some summers seven
She seemed "A gentle, sweet-yoiced angel, lent
From the scIectcst group Of Loves in heaven:
Not that all heroincs, angels represent
Just spiced with evil for little lenveni
Not that there is ono thread to every story,
On which arc strung like deeds of shnme and glory.
No though seeming much a, if in nngclhood,
She was child of passion, sin, and grief
And though within ifes field rhe lonely stood
With goodness bound gold and silver sheaf
Her nature unrcveaed, inircquent would
Assert itself in passionate belief
And then the latent power which flashed within her
Not only proved her gifted. but sinner
I know Of no perfection in this world,
Save in some NOVELTIES, with yellow covers
lis said. from heaven an angel once was hurled,
Who round the heart Of every mortal hoyers
lie sports a tail in pictures, with hair twirled
Like .erpents and he's quite tho curse Of lovers;
Too often fathless or ether snntchcs
And so breaks hearts and sentimental matches.
Therefore. my heroine being a woman,
Like Eve had whisperings with the devil
And il is TO be presumed by no man.
Although she was above the common level,
That she was more immaculate than human
But good did always overcome the evil
So that, although endowed with many sins,
She was as perfect most heroincs
New England was her natal homo and she
Was of an ancient race of goodly fame
There had boen some among her family
Who had in war immortazcd the name
Her fathers sire was known for wealth, ms he
On Eastern and on Western lands hsd claim,
Besides whole villages he owned Mt home
And merchandise in Liverpool and Rome.
XIV.
Her father was a merchant Of that class
Who win with countless gold Fames first rewards !
Refined with highest culture, no could pass
A gentleman, with ladies OF with lords
Perciyal