The republic. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1849-1853, 1853-05-20

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We have bssa rsaAiag ear eye over The tArse
parts novpubiished Of RuasIt's X kaSssoIss. yvuy.
nal and Correspondence Of Thotu., Moors ,,
irning enough IL large portion OF the second
part which 10 made up entirely Of letters, sous 70
MS Pooiisher PowEs. others to and from Lady
ponesa'' and many short ones from the poe< 70 bic
no'ner ne last mentioned episties are the only
matter o. interest in the number, for they show
ai"-near'ed' nial devotion on the part of Moons
that we did not look for in such tboroue h pace ed
man Of the world. The first and third parts arc
more entertaining. They are made up Of Mooa.'s
Memoirs, and his Diary for lsls-ls, while 10 was
collecting materials for his Life of SA<ridaa, and
was in habits of frequent intercourse with persons
whom we are curious to know about
1t Is little amusing to think Of MooaE arraign-
ing the morality of Sir WALrEa Scorr; bat be
max es much ado about some assertions Of the great
novelist rs to the authorship Of the works which
have immortalized bis name. X seems hat Scorr
gave his honor to the Prince Regent that the novels
were not his; and Roesas heard him give an
equally point blank denial to SHERIDAN, who
asked him. With some degree Of 6rasq4sris, whether
he was the author of them. Moons 10 a little
sterner in his morality in this regard than Dr.
JoHNsoN or PALEy, and insists that nothing could
justify Ssorr in such 4 solemn falsehood'
| PERsY, the celebrated editor Of the Chyonicl<,
talking to Mooss Of the reports of the Parliament
AIRY debates, said that be could not make them
long enough for those who spoke them, or aAort
enough Tor those who read them. 1t is pretty
much the same with our Con gressional reports
None Of these arc read except the brief sketches
in our columns, or in the teiegraphic column Of
| other newspapers. No human being, except an
occasional very conscientious editor ever thinks
OF wading through Congregational Globe, though
the countryis put to the expense of an hundred
thousand dollars per annum to support it.
i This work will neither detract from Mooas's
reputation nor add TO it. To cay that it 10 such
an autobiography as was expected from Moons.
| the poet and the OF society, would be too
much; but 1t 10 quite entertaining enough to in
duce its perusaL Little and Brown, Of Boston,
appear on the title page of the London edition as
joint publishers with the English house. and
Messrs. Appleton, of New York, are iss ling q
| cheap reprint to match their edition of MooaEs
| Poems.
Ihalatta, Book for the Seq Side, is the ii tie of
a pretty volume of selected or collected poems,
inspired By the and its associations, Just pub
iished by Ticknor, Reed, and Fields, of Boston
1t was edited. we believe, by brother of the
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Scottish Border Minslrelsy, "Sr Patrick Spens,"
and "Annie Of Lochroyan," are worth the price
of the volume, and compensate for some of the
later productions. which we might, perhaps, spare
without much reluctance. We wish the editor
had dipped little more into the old Tones and a
little less into the maya zines and newspapers: but
we are still behoden to him in thanks for the
volume before US. The following clever lines are
4 from the pen of one OF the Publishers, Mr.. J. T..
| FIELDS.
| On Book If Seq Mosssg.
These many colored, variegatea forms,
Sail 10 our roogber shores, and rise and fall
TO the deep music of the Atlantic wave
Such spols We capture where the ranoows drop,
| Melting in ocean. Here are broideries strange,
Wrought by the sea-nymphs from their golden
hair,
And woye by moonlight. Gently turn the leaf
From narrow cells, scooped in the rocks, We take
These fairy textures, lightly moored at mo.I.
| Down sunny slopes outstretching to the deep,
We roam ut morn and gather shapes like these.
Note now the painted webs from verdurous isles
| Festooned and spangled in sea-caves, and say
What hues OF land can rival tints like those,
| Torn from the scarfs and goniaops of kings
| Who dwell beneath the waters'
We have been favored By the same publishers
with an early sheet Of the Poems of Alexander
Smith, which have been making much noise in
the literary circles Of London. OF these we ma
speak more particularly when we have perused
| them more deliberately. Meanwhile we will only
thank MessFs. Ticknor, Reed & Fields for their
prompt and very neat reprint of volume that
will be anxiously sought for by all the lovers and
readers OF poetry, whatever may be the final
Judgment on its merits. The following lines give
touch Of our authors quality;
Fen as write the ghost of one bright hour
Comes from its grave and stands before me now
Twas OF the close of a long summer, day
A We were standing a grassy slope,
The sunset hung before Us like dream
That shakes a demon in his fiery lair.
The clouds were standing round the setting sun
Like gaping caves, fantastic pinnaoles;
Wide castles throbbng in their own fierce light:
Iall spires that rent aud Ike spiyes of flame
Cliffs quivering with fire snow, and sunset peaks
OF piled gorgeousness, and rocks of FIRE
A tilt ana pGiscd bare beaches, crimson seas:
All these were huddled la ihsi dreadful West:
All shook and trsmbled in unsteadfsst light
And from the centre blaZed the angry sun
Stern "a the unAshsd eye of God, a glare
O'er ey' ming city with its boom of sin
| Dost thou remember "a We journeyed home
| (That dreadful sunset burnt into our brain)
With what soothing came the naked Noon
She, like swimmer that has found his ground
Came ripping up a silver strand of clouds
And plu gsd from the other side into the Night