Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1857-04-01

I Ills, too, the christian privilege to share
The weekly festival of praise and PRAYER:
For him the Sabbath shines with holier light
The air grows balmier, and the sky more
bright;
Spring with new flowers more richly strews
the ground,
And summer spreads fresher Yerdure round.
The early shower is past the joyous breeze
Shakes patti ring rain drops from the rustling
And with the sun, the fragrant ofsprings
rise
From Natures coursers to the bounteous skies;
With cheerful aspect, in his best array,
To the far forest church he takes his way
With kind salute the passing neighbor meets,
With awkward grace the morning traveller
: greets,
- Josnco y = II athssas .ha gosat
Sesks the calm i5E the Sab ga th morn kestowg
There no proud temples to devotion rise,
With marble demes that emulate the skies,
But bosomed deep in ancient trees, that
spread
Their limbs Ger. mouldering mansions of the
dead,
Moss -cinctured oaks and solemn pines be.
tween,
OF modest wood, the house of God is seen,
By shaded springs, that from the sloping
land
Bubble and sparkle through the silver sand,
Where high Ger arching laurel blossoms
blow,
Where fragrant bays breathe kindred sweets
below,
And elm and ash their blended arms en-
twine
With the bright foliage of the mantling vine:
In quiet chat, before the hour of prayer,
Ma ters and slaves in scattered groups ap
pear
Loosed from the carriage, in the shades
around,
impatient horses neigh and paw the ground;
No city discords break the silence here,
No sounds unmeet the listeners ear
But rural melodies of focks and BIRDS
The lowing, far and faint, of distant herds
I The mocking- bird, with minstrel pride elate,
The partridge whistling for its absent mate,
The thrush's solitary note prolong,
Bold, merry blackbirds swell the general
song;
The crested cardinal, of scarlet hue,
The jay, with restless wing of softer blue,
! The cawing crow upon the loftiest pine
Cautious and safe-ther various voices join.
When now the pastor lifts his earnest eyes,
And hands outstretched, supplant to the
/ skies,
No rites of pomp or pride beguile the soul,
No organs peal no clouds of incense roll,
But line by line untu tored voices raise,
Like the wild birds simple notes Of praise,
And hearts of love, with true devotion, bring
Incense more pure to Heavens eternal
King"
This is indeed beautiful Idyllic picture!
'Chicora' is poem founded upon the su-
perstitions and traditions of the Indians,
and upon the incidents in the history of
the Spanish adventures led by DeAyllons,
to the shores of South Carolina. It is a
very animated performance, and is satura-
ted with much of the spirit and action of
the Provencal minstrel. We should like
to give sufficient number of extracts as
would serve to unfold the story, but our
space is too limited At any rate we must
point out few "spice Islands" we have
passed in "the sea" of his verse. Speak.
ing of the poets art he says, it is 'tto speak
what others fee" and that he is
"Most happy when, in notes as clear
As mountain springs, as roses sweet,
: Murmuring upon the unsated ear
L With Music's voice, the listeners meet
q Reflected their own thoughts and dreams,
], Like banks of flowers in CLASSY streams
I Such is the song that ever lives,
!. From Avon's banks, from Scio's isle
: The song that Scotland's poet gives
!, OF glistening tear and sunny smile"
Here is a dainty little picture;
d ''The maiden to her listening ear,
y Lifts the sea-couch where voices sleep,
d And hears within or seems to hear,
n Soft wailings for the parent deep;
.s Songs of the sea that ever fill
= The pearly wreaths, unuttered STILL"
IS 1t is impossible to give the reader an
Z just notion of this poemby mere segregate
% bits. He can only appreciate it by read
II ing it entire. We close our citation
J. with the following. An Indian lies sleeI
o ing,
u when at his door, of gentle mood
u And beauteous form, hunter stood
e A golden tassel crowned his head,
lr About his shoulders waving leaves
a OF dark, rich verdure broadly spread,
"a And with them mixed were golden sheave
He smiled-the forest seemed more fair,
A (resher verdure clothed the ground
He spoke-sweet music filled the air,
And fragrant odors fingered round;
Bear with strong heart the stranger sait
The burden on your courage laid;
Bear bravely tits the good alone
To whom the nobler part is known,
e, Burdened to bear with spirits high,
Unshaken heart. unblushiug eye,
es And so achieve the good from heaven
To steadfast virtue only given.'"
ID ID We part company with Mr.. Grayson a
ter having enjoyed some pleasant hour hir
if, in the words of Gray, he has not "pas
s; ed the bounds of flaming space, where a
ng gels tremble as they gaze," he has at lea
shown a capabiity for giving electric for
ls' to the expression of noble sentiments al
T" withering satire, and has proved himself
- true lover of mankind by speaking bra
,ly and honest words in their behalf. He b
painted the life of the slave in colors ali
ht, truthful and cheerful, exhibiting there
?, beauteous rainbow in the cloudy ba
ground ofhis existence. Only Shakspeal
in incompatible in all things, has surpass
a him in his picture of the slaves life. I
he immortal dramatist says that the sla
- rwith body filed, and vacant mind g
hi- him to rest" and
&C. "FroIn the rise to set
we Sweats in the eye of Phoebus, and all nf!
NIL Sleeps in Elysium-next day after dawn,
IN Doth rise and help Hyperion to his hors'
re- If the harp of Mr.. Grayson is not as