New Orleans daily crescent. [volume] ([New Orleans, La.]) 1851-1866, 1854-04-13

THOMAS CAMPBELL THE PoET-There is y
trenehant tt irony, and irony well deserved. il
the following passage from ssSam Slick tn.
nom de plume of Judge Halliburton. It set.
forth, with wonderful force, the indifference O,
the English Government to the merits of one
OF her greatest poets during his life-time-th,
author OF The Pleasures of Hope" &c Gertrud
of Wyoming ssThe Battle Of the Baltic.
s'Hohenlindep. and that sublimest of Christ
ian poems, "The Last Man, in perusing which
she most indifferent reader can not choose bui
feel that his Immortality is reassured to him:
81 guess when Campbell writ sThe Mariner,
of England that will live till the British sail
ors get whipped by us SO they will be ashamed
to sing 1t, he thought himself great shakes
heavens and airth he warn't half 60 big A.
Tom Thumb; he was jist nothin' But let som,
foreign hussey, whose skin amt clear, and who's
character amt clear ami who amt nothin' clear
about her but her voice, let her come and sin.
that splendid song that puts more ginger int,
Sailors san tnan grog or prize-money or anythin'
and Lord all the old Admrals, and flag officer,
and yacht-men and others that do understand
aud all the lords. and ladies', and princes tha
don't understand where the springs are in thai
song that touch the chords Of the heart, all o,
'em will come and worship Almost: and som,
young duke or another will fancy he is a young
Jupiter, and come down in a shower Of pol,
Almost for her, while the poet has sThe Pleas.
ures Of Hope to feed on, Oh! | envy him
glorious man. envy him his great reward; ii
was worth seventy years of hope that funeral
Ahl poor Campbell! he was q poet, a beantifu
poet: He know'd about the world of imagina
ton, and the realms of fancy but he didn-,
know nothin' at all about this world of our'p
or of the realm Of England, or he never would
have talked about the Pleasures of Hone, fu
an author. Lord bless you let a dancin' pa
come to the opera, jump six foot high, light on
one toe, hold up the other so high you can SEE
her stays almost, and then spin round like
daddy-longlegs that's got one foot caught in
tailor candle, and go spinnn' round arter that
fashion for ten minnits it will touch Peel's heart
in a Jiffy. Let some old General or Admiral do
something or another that only requires tb.
courage of bull, and no sense, and they give
him pension and right off the reel make him a
peer. Lee some old field officers wife 90 foller
In the army away back in Indgy further than
is safe or right for woman to CO. git taken
pris'ner, give horrid sight of trouble TO the
army to git her back; and for this great service
to the nation she gifts pension of five hundred
pounds year But let some misfOrtunate devil
OF an author do-what only one man in cent
ury can, to save his soul alive. write book tina,
will liye-a thing that does show the perfection
Of human kind, and what do they do here. Let
his body live on the Pleasures Of Hope all The
Jay VI MS lltes anu Ills name i've afterWard
cold white marble in Westminster Abbey
They be hanged--the whole bilin' of em-them
and their trumpery procession too, and their
paltry patronage of standing by grave and
saying, Poor Campbell!' who the devil cares
for monument, that actilly deserves one' He
has built one that will live when that are old
abbey crumbles down, and when them thai
thought they was honorin' him are dead and
forgotten; his monument was built by his own
brains and his own hands, and the inscription
amt written in Latin nor Greek, nor any other
dead language, mother, but in livin' language:
and one too that will never die out now, seein'
our great nation uses it; and here it is:
The PLEASURES OF HoPE, By THOMAS CAMPBELL.
That such man as Campbell should have
been suffered to live in poverty and fade away
like shadow, and only crowned at last with an
unsubstantial abbey ow-funeral, is. a refiec:s
ton upon the English Government which it will
take many years to obliterate. In fact, it never
can be obliterated while his sublime national
lyrics, on sea and on shore, shall stir the heart
OF the nation as with the 'sclear silver tone of a
trumpet-call to action "
LAMARTISE.-The Paris correspondent of the