Daily American telegraph., 1852-11-18


0Ths UnIoved Chiid.D
Whatever may be thu prsjudiCes existing here
in regard TO the course Of the National Era"
every lover or literature must acknowledge that,
apart from its sectional opinions it is one Of the
best literary journals Of the day. When We look
at its contributors and find such names as Grace
Greenwood, John g. Whittier, Mrs. Stowe, and a
number of others Of equal celebrity, it's extensive
circulation is very readily accounted for. No
party spirit, no ideal principle based upon dis
inot hypothesis, ceuld establish journal in this
city, with circulation of over twenty thousand
weekly, without possessing merit Of more than
mediocrity.
We hnd in to-days paper the continuation Of a
" Rhymed Romance" by Mrs. Ellen T. II. Put
mum, entitled "The Unloyed Child" The sim
plcity and careless independent style Of the wri-
ter, apart from the poetic flights interspersed
throughout, in the way Of pathos, we suppose,
leaves the readerno doubling disposition to award
to her, genius of no ordinary degree. She has
chosen for her theme, domestic circle a family
enjoying all the luIuries which wealth affords,
and possessed of aristocratic notions engendered
with ignorance. They have two daughters
Verona, an unloved child, and Julia, a spoiled
pet, en- whom the parents dote The neglected
one finds comfort while alone in an ample library
improving her mind by the perusal of useful
books-while the other becomes vain, giddy CO.
auet, ready to be captured by the first fop who
lays q siege. The unloved Verona encounters
cold looks and harsher words from those who
ought to have bestowed upon her parental love,
and it darkens her sensitive mind--but she seeks
and obtains comfort from an All-Wise Being
Her effort to obtain knowledge, taught her in
whom to trust her hope of happiness. We here
extract apassage from the poetic romance, where
in Verona is alone alluded to:
That night the maiden in her chamber, knssling
Just whore tho silver moonbeams brightest shone,
Outpoured to Heaven her hearts revealing,
Which angels hearing struck a sweeter tono:
And on the zephyrr, through the rosetrees stealing
whisper came that she was not alone;
For souls like hers can hear celestial singing
And 500, twixt earth and heaven the angels winging
As in her white robe there she softly prayed,
One might have thought herself an angel now
Her hands upon her snow white bosom laid,
Her hair bound smoothly round her pallid brow;
blush stole DER her face whilere she said,
Before thee, God of Love- meekly bow,
To thank thee that one CLEAN of Joy has past
Athwart my life, and lightened it at last.
" Thou know'st darkened lot has Ger been mine
Alone! God with none to love but thee;
With those who love mo not, I'm doom'd to pine
In thy compassion, wilt thou pity me?
cling to thee for life, cen as the vine
Lives and scars upwsId on the parent tree
Thou art my tree, my rock, my stronghold tower
Save me, sinner, by thy mighty power
That simple, child heart prayer like incense rose
To God, before the everlasting throne;
In his remembrance did he seal hor woes;
Gave her a name within pure, white stone,s
Which, saving the receiver, man knows;
And henceforth was she numbered with his own
Then was her youthful life's most holy chrism,
With tears and FIRE embalmod in baptism.
God of tho Universe thou who hast reapt
Unto myself the souls of oil the dead
Thou who, when earth in darkenod chaos slept
Der all its face, thy glorious beauty spread
Blessed forovermore praise accept,
That thou the hapless maiden comforted
And nstened to her Baudened SPIRITS call,
Who seest emperors and sparrows fall
We bless thee that when hearts with ills are torn
PROSTATE meath some heavy GROSS are bleeding;
When hearts for the twin heart bereaved do mourn
Mid cold, hurrying world, unheeding;
When pilgrims with long years Of care worn
That there is One who for US interceding
Bringeth balm from ont the heart Of Heaven,
Which heals the griovouS wounds by Christening rven