Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1854-10-30

the spot, to purchase her a gift worth as
much as the prize. It was understood that
her claim had been strongly urged. and
that the prize was awarded to the other
child by majority Of. only one vote.
Those III the minority were determined
she should not pass unnoticed, and after
the awards had been made known. waited
on the little fayorite; and through Mr..
DeGraff Of Dayton, presented her with a
large and costly statute of our Savior
BlessingLittle Children. This act was high
" applauded.
thus ends our report of the National
Baby Show. We understand it will be
repeated next year. when with the expert
ence Of this year before them, the mama
gers will be able to prepare all the ne
cessary accommodations for the entries
DIR. PERcIvAL.-A correspondent Of the
Manchester Anaericaa thus notices DR.. Per
clyal, our State Geologist, as he saw him
tins summer in New Haven:
portion of Poets. n. P. Willis and PEREZ
val, were both graduates of Yale. Perez
val is the most unpoetical looking man you
would wish to see. Walking down Cha
pei street, the other day, friend accosted
me with "Did YOU ever see Pereiyal, the
Poet?" | answered, ''neyer." sThat's him
on the opposite side of the street, Pic
tare to yourself an individual with form
much bent, as if with age and care, with
an old gray coat, heavy, and reaching to
the knees, Parrot pants of the same coarse
material, upon his head a cap which was
once glazed, but was now cracked with
white seams shutting along the walk
wholly unconscious of the passing crowd,
his face thin, his hair uncared for his eyes
upon the ground, and you have Percival
as saw him first. "Well, he is dia-
mond in the rough, sure enough" thought
], and how different from the fashionable
IN. P. Willis, who is poetic in dress as well
las i'll letters. 4
A friend, now quite an old man, and
formerly the editor Of literary paper,
thus gave me a description of Percival -
He said that Percival first wrote poems to
Till the ''poet's corner in his paper; he al
ways brought them at the time promised,
but never with a name. awe must have
a name for this poem, Perciyal?" "Call
it what You please, but don't ask me to
father it, was the reply. Soon after the
appearance of his first volume of poems, [
called on him at his room, taking with me
a most tlattering review Of his work, from
one Of the English Reviews. The writer
spoke Of him with enthusiasm, and pro-
nounced some. of his poems as equal to the
greatest works of the English Poets, as
having the pathos and brilliancy of Keats
land the beauty and easy naturalness of
Wordsworth. raped at the door of his
room, and in answer to his summons walk
ed in: he was sitting at a small table cor
rectlng the proof sheets of Webster's Die
Itionary. On the floor SO thick that cod
hardly step, were open books, to which he
was constantly referring. / asked his at
tention to what the Review had said o.
his work, he listened, laying down his pen
but showed no emotion. "Why, Pereival,'
said [, "don't you hear that: don't that
make you proud? ~ He looked up sadly,
and said with some trenor in his. voice
whats the use talking to man of Fame
who IS starving here on. $500 per YEAR
(the sum he was receiving for work upon
Websters Dictionary So left him feel
ling sadly, said my narrator.