Nashville daily patriot. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1855-1857, 1855-12-21

Rose CLAHK. By TAEEY FIRE. New York: Mason Broth
ers. For Sale by W. 7. Berry Co.

Rose CLLRK. By YAKEY Fraz, New York. Nason Broth
.rs. For Sale by W. T. Berry Co.
A short time ago we announced the recep-
ton of q copy of " Rose Clark from ". 7.
BERRY & Co. We have since had leisure
enough TO give it a careful reading. 1t is an
excellent book; but whosoever expects to find
it o novel after the usual style will be much
mistaken. Fanny is not like anybody else;
she does nothing by ordinary rules; her chiefest
merits, those which have borne her along on the
topmost waves of success, are her utter con-
tempt and scorn of the vestments which others
don when they enter the temple of Literature.
She is a priestess as unlike all other priest
esses, as i, is possible TO be, except 10 those
substantial graces and charms which underlie
all real literary worth, and the absence of
prodigality of other gifts. There is a fresh
ness about her, as delightful as the dew-drops
on the cheeks of the blushing rosa warmth
Of heart which an acquaintance with the least
attractive face of human nature, freezing
though it be, cannot chill-snd withal a
sharpness Of satire in the presence of which
unworthinuss stands with awe. Blemishes
she may have, but her great beauties lead the
heart from and obscures them as the fragrance
of the queenly lily distilled on the night air
suppresses the odor Of lowers of lesser sweet
ness. "Rose Clark is the longest, and prob
ably the best production from her pen. The
heroine whose name the book bears, is an or
phsn cast, when mere infant, upon the mer-
cies Of An Orphan Asylum or charity school,
where cruel selishness and inhunsnity dwarf
the forms and wither the intellects of the ten
der human blossoms intrusted TO its charge,
from the abuses of which she is transferred to
mental services in the employ of her aunt, an
aspiring milliner, and from whose doors she is
at last driven an abandoned wife and mother.
From that period till she finds her husband,
and receives the reward of her sleepless con-
stsncy and unchanging love, the narrative of
her life presents rs with a series of pictures,
wildly sketched, and some of them Of intense
beauty and pstlos. Selishness, avsrce, hy-
pCcrisy, negligence of kindred, violation of
trusts, and host Of the other vices incident
to society, that go "unwhipPed of Justice" are
satirized with singular severity and effect.
Her sketches Of childhood are touching; in
nothing is she happier. No one can read them
without rendering her the homage Of heart
overlooking with thsnkfulness. Her sketches
of places are also very fine. We should like
to have room TO give the reader those of New
York and Boston; but as we cannot, we COM
mend to them the following pleasing tribute
to Boston Cemetery, Mount Auburn:
"And vet thou hast sweet Mount Auburn! and
for thatI will love thee. What place Of sepulture
can compare with it9 Planted by Natures own
prodiga and tasteful hand, with giants oaks aud
Cedars nesting myraid birds, now fitting through
sun-fecked branches, now pluming their wings
from some moss grown grave-stone, and soaring up.
ward like the freed spirit, over whose mortal dust
their sweetest requiem is sung.
Beautiful Mount AubuTni beautiful when sum-
mer's warm breath dstils spicy odor from thousand
flowers, trembling with countless dewy diamonds;
beautiful when the hushed whisper passes through
its tall treetops, as weeping trains of mourners
wind slowly with their dead beneath them.
"Beatiiul at daybresk! when the sun gilds thy
sacred temple; when the frat wakeful bird trils out
his matin song.
beautiful when evenings star creeps softly out
to light the homeless widows foosstep to the grave
Of him whose strong arm lies stricken at her trsm.
bling feet
Beautiful when the radiant moon siIvers low
ingly some humble grave monumentless but for
the living statute-Grief
beautiful, even when winters pail softly descends
over its sacred dust; when she tall pines, in their
unchanging amor of green, stand firm, like some
brave body guard, while all around is fading, fall
ing dying, pointing silently upward, where there
lie no shadow of change
Beautiful Mount Auburni beautiful even 10 the
laughing eye which sorrow never dimmed; besuti
full even to the bounding foot, which despair neve:
paralyzed at the tomb's dark portal-but sacred to
the riAed heart whose dearest treasures lay folded
10 thy fragrant bosOml"