Semi-weekly standard. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1853-18??, 1853-09-24

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:. Nicholas Tanner servant to the said Mr.. Perry,
for drunkenness and abusing his master In words,
was whipped"
Again. on the 18th February, 1929:
John Charles forbidden to draw wine, because
there hath been much disorder by it.
I Goodman Lone was whipped and sent out of the
plantation being not only disorderly person him
self but an ncourager of others to disorderiy drink
ing meetings"
we have often wondered how much wiser and bet
ter the world was made by the Blue Laws of Con-
necticut. PennsytU0naan.
MONTGOMERY THE PoET. The foreign correspon-
dent of the New York Observer gives the following
description of interview with this venerable Chris
tan poet:
On the summit of a hill near Sheffield, in a fine
house, commanding splendid prospect of city and
green fields and forests such prospect poet IN
full communion with his fellowmen would love to
look on, we found the name of JAMES MONTGOMERY
on the door. We had heard that the venerable poet
was now so advanced in life and feeble in health
that he not willing to company, and, it was
with many misgivings that stood at his door and
asked the servant if he in Learning that he was
at home, handed my card and babe her say that
three gentlemen from America would be glad to pay
their respects to Mr. Montgomery. Before | had
finished my message he stepped from his library in
to the hall and received me with greeting that went
to my heart. "You do me much honor, he said.
"Come in and your friends" He led us all into his
study, and insisted on our sitting down:
1 said to him, "You were known, sir, in America,
and loved, before were BORN"
He replied 81 thank you. 1t is grateful to me to
know that any thing have ever written has been a
pleasure to others. Your country has published
many beautiful editions of my poems, and l am
grateful for their favorable regard"
He spoke with some hesitation, and appeared fee
BILE, though far less than had expected A small
thin man, and slightly stopping, with bright eye
and sharp face, he would not have appeared to me-
had met him in the street, the man to write
The World before the Flood the " Wanderer
of Switzerland" If there not in both of these
poems beauties of the highest order and specimens
of the power of pathos equal to the poetry of any
man who has died within the last twenty-five gears,
then will confess that lost my trouble in going to
Sheffield to see their author. Few men" said to
him. shave lived as you have to hear the verdict of
postcrity."
yes he replied, 81 have survived nearly all CO.
''And you have survived the attacks of the Edin-
burgh Review, which predicted that you would not
live at all"
The old man laughed gaiy at this Renaissance of
a slashing review forty years ago, and said: 1.-The
Review was young then, and they thought they muse
kin some one in every number; and they sought to
make victim of me, but lived through it Those
early trials and had Others but trials good
for us, and they will soon be over"
"May l ask how old you are now, sir?"
"Shall be eighty-two years old on the fourth day
of November next"
could not refrain from telling him that the fourth
of November is nv birthday also and "How old
will you be- SIR" he added. was not unwilling to
find another coincidence in the fact that should be
then just one-half of his age. And this led to
ous conversation, in which he spoke of that peace
full but trembling hope he had that he should soon
enter upon the promised rest His lips quvered his
voice broke and tears stood in his eyes he spoke
of his unwOrthness to be accepted but of his trust
in the Saviour whose graceis sufficient for the chief
of sinners. We rose to take leave, and shook
Iva ClS Of he
OWN stanZas, from 1.-The Crave"
"There is a calm for those who weep,
rest for weary pilgrims found,
and he had strength to say, 81 hope we shall meet
IN Heaven" and, following to the door, babe
lffectionate farewell.
THE New PoET. Who has not heard of the new
English poet Alexander Smith, the scintillatons of
whose genius have so suddenly flashed upon the lit
,rary world correspondent has furnished the Bos-
on Evening Transcript with brief personal des-
;rption of this young man, whose name and fame
ire now current in England, we'll as in this
country. lie says:
"a few evenings since was invited to friends
house where company of lrterati to assemble,
or the purpose of meeting the youngest and most
of the British bards. About nine o'clock
he crowd of ladies and gentlemen thickened toward
he door, and expectation stood on tiptoe. Few pres
mt had ever looked upon the youth who had taken
aptive so many hearts and heads among the admit
ers of song. Genius is always eccentric, :" said
all, IlllH, WHY, anu OuhCn
will startle us dessay with his manner" ale will
oon be here" replied the lady of the house, and
We shall Sec" Ten o'clock, and the white headed
ervant bowed and called out distinctly at the draw
ng-room door, "INr. Smith," Every voice was
ushed the footsteps in the entry grew louder and
approached the entrance avenue. l must acknowl- |
dge to considerable curiosity my own part Mr..
smith came forward and extended his hand to Mad
me -. observed slight tremulousness on the
'art of hostess, usually calm and collected.
'he too felt the magic presence of genius, and in
tinctively turned pale and ltered somewhat in her
manner. have seen her bow to Duke, and extend |
finger to Duchess, without the CULVER of a mus
lie. have seen her recognised by and return the
alutaton fhalf dozen Earls aud their Countesscs
It sitting, with scarce change o. color, but now
trial hour had come indeed. Like true London
red hostess, however, she soon resumed her wonted
ooness, and Mr.. Smith out on the floor for ex-
A pallid face, set on a back ground of |
aven hour; eyes now bright, now languid, of ebon |
lips apart and eager; form fral rs the |
'ush that bears the pendent lily; and Alexander
smith is before us. He looked hungry, and immedl-
tely called for a sandwich and something liquid to |
noisten its journey down his waiting throat. have
pantaoons in all their various stages of patched
ecay, but never such a pair encased that night |
he lengthy lower members of Alexander Smith. |
They had seen better days. The same may be said |
# his coat and the sum total of his apparel But if
lis garments were bad, his manners were brilliant.
His whole bearing magnificent, and every eye |
olowed him with admiration. One of his first re-
quests was to have the windows thrown open wider |
hat he might gaze upon and hold conversation |
With the stars He spoke to no one else, declining
soiicita tionS Of introduefionS His breast min