The New York herald. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1840-1920, 1854-07-16

neid mas It's beauties, and % have long avenues Of
poplars, with vines hanging In rich festoons nom
tree 70 tree. Plains covered with orange groves
and broken In by fertile slopes and vineyards,
dense forests OF gigantic and primevd growth
swarming with every variety Of animal and vegeta-
bic life, these and countless other scenes find each
its response In some train Of human emotions and
affections, which, like the Tyre Of Timotheus, they
by turns excite and soothe. Each tree that We
ed our joy or our grief, and whenever il meets
our eye. it seems TO murmur responses. So
It 10 with larger grUups. Here we zee vast
praries with gently waving foods Of verdure, full Of
grace and cheerfulness there long sombre portiooes
Of gDarled old stems, standing, a. the csdsrs Of
Lebanon, like massive pillars, supporting their pom
derous domes Beautiful roses, with their short
lived flowers and hidden but permanent thorns, no
mind US Of earthly pleasures forest with lie silent
temple Of foliage, raised through centuries on g-
gantic trunks, high above man and full Of peace
and majesty, flls with religious awe, and makes
US bow low and reverenty before these visible
tokens of the Creators sublime power. Even the
humblest Of flowers bring with their sweet perfume
rich blessings to the heart Of him whose hand tends
them with care. Where flower opens ito quiet,
childhke eyes upon US, our passions ny like evil
spirits, and he who delights in the still, humble
growth Of delicate plants Is not apt to harbor coarse
thoughts or fierce feelings. In the house around
which We see . tidy, well kept garden, order and
peace are apt to prevail and where there IL flower
stand outside there is almost always book shelf
within.
The sketch from life, entitled Hard Up" has q
good deal of dramatic force about it, and presents
M with langhaDle erpose Of the shifts to which
men who live by their wits are occasionally driven.
The following is picture Of the hero in one Of his
climsxes of embarrassment -
Mynus, poor fellow, after his final resolve TO cnt
literature entered his abode In rather dull spirits.
he stole up stairs, SO that his landlord might not
hear him, ana advert t, the unsettled account on
the staircase which event would be nuts and cheese
Tn fell Od ~ IN ha In Esfon nf
their dO0rs. nus was 10 certain extent careless
about being dunned in private, but public dun
was more than he was accustomed to bear with
equaDimity. e4
He sat down at his table, and revolved his present
position. 1t was by no means brilliant. One shil.
ling and threepence was not an immoderata CAPT
tai TO commence life over again with and without
capital what was to become of his invention2
"A curse on all publishers and capitalists" he
muttered ngling the one and threepence in his left
trousers pocket, the only one that had no holes in
it. They might have made a fortune ont Of me
had they chosen. There were my collected tales
which offered to Pebbins, the best things OF the
kind published in this country, and he refused
them fors0oth, because the subjects were revolt
Ing. As if publisher could tell whether thing
was revolving or not Then there was my romance,
The Internal Machine, or the Celestial Conjurer;'
that was unsuited to publication, too, because the
hero happened to be capEibal, who eventually de-
Yours the young lady to whom he Ii attached An
idea in itself original and striking that 1t would
be the making Of any book. The fact Of it IL, an
original man has no chance in the world. lis only
your common place scribblers who get 0n--fell0ws
who write wishy -washy domestic stories, with
pretty girl and good old man in each. These things
sell. These 60 down while the man who, like me,
laborB to produce artistic and original work may
starve Oh q curse on all publishers. I'll never
write line again ss long rs live" at
60 saying, Mr.. Bcpsaiins seized u pen, dipped il
in his ink bottle, and commenced three act comedy
on the spot
He had got to very exciting situation in the fret
act, when his hero, having disguised himself in
bears skin in order to carry out an intrigue, was
seized by the keeper of Inenagerie and looked up
with other wild animals, he not daring 70 disclose
his identity, for some reason that Mynus was just
then trying to hit upon, when the door OF hs room
Mister Mynus"
well ~ said Mynus, doggedly.
Did Henry the Eighth wear shoe buckles ~
"N0. Rosettees.n
And the toes TO his shoesr
" Broad and round"
MIR. MINUS and here tie door was cpeuei
wider, and large, greasy faced man, with .nfec
days heard, entered. mister Mynus. About that
little bill. If you settle il today shall be ~
for am short Of money, and must buy the stun
for Cromwell's breect es."
Haven't got any money at all, Ns. Isaacs, =
said Mynus, tuning round desperately, and facing
tie dun. " It's no use coming to me now. I'm
writing play for Mr.. Tddles OF the Mulberry
theatre, ard he's TO give live hundred dollars Cor
it when it's finished. III pay you them
sort Of keen light glitttred in the Jews black
eyes. He knew perfectly well that Mynus vas tell
in lie, but he gave no indication whatever Of any
consciousness about the matter beyond thick, oily
grunt, which might be interpreted any way.
well, Mister Mynus," he said, "you know its
hard for working man with a family TO be kept
out of his money, but still Pm unwilling 10 press
you too hard. I'm sure you'd pay IL you could.
Now you might do me u service, sir, and il ron
would, why we could talk about the rent another
time"
Name il" cried Mynus, catching eagerly at this
straw.
"why sir, you see I'm not much given to walk
ing OF late. I'm getting into flesh, Sir, and II tires
me. Still have to run about &, great deal from
theatre TO theatre, and to carry heavy bag with
to hold the dresses in. Now, sir, thought, that
you're young, strong gentleman, and il you'd help
me . carry the bag"
"WhaI,o said Aynus, getting very red in the
face and starting from his chair at this indignty,
II carry your bag!'
"WeH no offence, sir" interposed Mr.. Ieaaes,
with horrible Jewish leer On mis- talowy face.
"No offence. Iwould'ns have asked YOU sir only |
thought you'd like the exercise. I'm goiog down
to Mr.. Tidoles, the gentleman wot has promised
You five hundred dollars for the play you're writing,
and I've no doubt, he'll recomme nd me some enc
who will carry the bag for me-"
Mynus blusbcd scarlet. II fsaacs went to Tcdies,
he d ask him about the play, and Tfddles would, Of
course, say that he Eevcr heard of such man as
Nynus in his life. II was very awkward.
"Stay-stAy--dont he 10 hasty Mr.. rsaAcs,
stammcred Belisarins. al didn't refuse altogether
/ think should like q little--exerciee very well
Sedentary habits--rny chest; yes! my chest wants
expansion" and here he threw back his shoulders,
ssif be was trying 10 hit some one behind him
with his elbows. 1--WE no doubt that carrying
your bag would be most beneficial TO mo. Is it
heavyi"
Lord bless you, no, sir. A mere feather TO Q
gentleman like you Quite an amusement, ! may
say. I'm going To the Bosery tonight with some
armor for Richard the Third, and II IT'S not incon-
venient why, you can come. There's capital fun
behind the scenes sometimes, sir, just the thing for
an edicated gent like YOU"
an CO." sad Minus, family, yielding TO the re-
morseless destiny that seemed to pursue him. "Tl,
go, jsaacs; but--but-you needn't say Who I am"
The poetry in this number has more OF the ster-
ling ring about It than usual 1.-THE Jewish Cemetery
at Newport" bears the impress Of Longfcliow's
genius, and 1.-THE Hymn 70 Air." attributed 10
Bayard Taylor, may be classed amongst tho DOS
poetica efforts OF that writer.