New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1854-10-04

In wrath of old the Noun. Of GOd.
Forget the thousands left;
Lest hsIly, when / seek his face,
The vhirwiDd of the cave replace
The glory OF the cleft.
But teach me, God. milder thought:
Lest |, of all Thy blood has Dough,
Least honorable be;
And this, that moves me % condemn
BE rather want of love Tor them,
Than Jealousy for Thee.
THE GLACIER.
The mountains have peace which none disturb
The stars and clouds course which none restrain
The Wild sea waves rejoice without a curb,
And rest without passion; bat the chan
OF Death upon this CHASTITY cliff and chasm,
Il broken evermOre to bind again,
Nor lulls nor looses. Hark & voice Of pain
Suddenly slenced; a quick. passing spasm,
That startles rest, but grants not liberty
A shUdder, a struggle, or a cry
And then sepuchrel stiffness. Look on Us,
God who hast given these hills their place Of pride,
If De4th captivity be seepless Thus,
For those who sink 10 II unsancti6ed.
quote the following from letter in one of our
weekly newspaper, as it may be of interest to
some Of your readers who may have derived the
same impression as the Editor of that paper:
"The Times, in reviewing my book, quotes ssola-
ted passages from my preface, ana puts it, own con
struCtiOn upon them. This construction you accept,
snd on the strength of it, brand me az apostate.
You say, We cannot forbear recording our regret
and contempt for the 0D0stGcy Of the successful
and titled oppressors Of his brethren-from those
principles Of Democracy which he once ayo~ed
>" 1 ms sou have written without reading my pre-
face and alss for human nature il will be AS eager
Is read and believed as it was recorded. Now, TIE
Times happens to be wrong 1T is not often wrong you
know. but YOU the wroDger
" In my preface do not speak a pohticl an so
much as from the poet point Of view. If apologize
for my political Lyrics, II is not for the sentiments
they contsin but because do not consider them to
constitute poetry. Ny most ultra democratic friends
all admit that these the very worst Of verses,
regarded POLITICALLY. And retain thrm-what for
Not for their poetry but for the sentiments thoughts
snd feelings they give uterance to.
"Perhaps ought to have said, as shall say in my
fourth edition. These verses do not afeguqtely ex-
press what think and feel now, since they were
written some five or six years ago. That H. have
grown mentally and sriistcay during that time,
and it follows that the then written are poor
and unsatisfactory to me now But, rude and rugged
a. they are they truly express what | then though
and felt and are more acceptable TO thousands than
they might have been if they had contained much
higher poetry. Only they read them for their politics
and not for their poetry When | published my
Voices of Freedom, in 1851, wrote these words
am convinced that poet must sacrifice much if
he write party.poltical poetry. His politics must
be above the pinnacle of party Zeal the politics of
eternal truth right, and justice. He must not waste
life on what tomorrow may prove to have been
merely the question Of day And they contain
the Of what have written with regard to the
political pieces in this new book, so that have not
char ged so much that head after all. My great
master Robert Burns, was true democrat, but even
his great genius could not set politics 10 music. The
six points won't sing, they had much better be
shouted. You cant set political creed - music,
and declaration of principles may not constitute
high poetry This is the in which have written,
and all the apology had to make.
If Ihad 'recanted my Democracy, should scarce
lyhave aited TIL my book had reached 30 edition 10
have said go Bear that in mind, the preface is TO
the third edition. where success was already won.
am not aware who among the rich and titled oppres-
Z 1 81 - sol. l.st hapI md
patIonsed me. And ii | had q copy of my book at
hand could quote words from the preface TO show
that am still a Democrat, and stand side by side,
with the workers, to-day and forever. u,
You know that Carlyle has a perfect mania
against verse-writng, and has little mercy
versifers. Margaret Fuller told MS that he con-
sidered Shakspere had gone wrong in writing
blank verse, and Tennyson might have done some
thing if instead of getting into the foolish habit of
rbymng lie had been content 10 stick 10 honest
prose. Here is another pleasant illustration Of
this peculiarly Sometime since he wrote
kindly letter To a young friend of mine who has
fallen into the sing-song method of expressing his
thoughts when he has any. In il, among other
things lie remarks that
1.-The volume is calculated to create an interest in
the authors behalf at joyful and sad for indeed
il is dashed with manifold apprehensions withs in
considering the perilous career you are now upon
] wish could give You any advice or help Of the
least use but alas who can advise or help In the
end, there is no help for a man, nor any hndrance
either except what lies in himself and in the wisdom,
or want of wisdom, he may have! For one thing
which includes many it would BE- Of good augury,
in my mind, if you turned your fine intelligence to
some more solid province than that OF versewrtlng.
With many cordial good wishes pere they Of any use
10 you remain &c"
Isn't that last fine touch Were they of
any use to YOU" quOtha mOunfully, as he held
my lputian friend up in the palm of his hand
looking poor thing sort of sweet coincidence
from those large gray eyes full of sad majesty.
OF use" they will be- as his words have often
been 10 the young aspirant in the race. Many can
recur to the kind and fatherly words spoken to
them by Carlyle, and win from them new inspi-
ration fresh pulse Of courage | have met
with many instances, which reveal an afectioDate
tenderness like that of a woman yearning over
her children. His great rugged nature holds
heart of tenderness, clear, pure and unfathOmly
beautiful as some lovely lake lying between wild
rough, darn browne hills