Red Wing sentinel. [volume] (Red Wing, M.T. [i.e. Minn.]) 1855-1861, 1859-04-16

Gray headed Reeiliaia>! no has royal. parts,
And in all circles fills an honored seat.
Yet vain for him are rnaidens' accent sweet:
AZ welded sle7erya aud henpecked hearts &,
nc 'sss' .s a''d laughs though when the nights
The table empty, and he toels alone,
! 4 memory breaks of pNrcr Joys Of old; -"'
And, fish to tho last, he thinks Of one -
w no might have soothed him with her gentle
"'ts 80 'y ,atst85G 5[I Ia a9 Il p r.. -
There is certain pity lingering about
these verses: which would give a cynical
mind the notion that a woman had. written
them bit only that touch Of feminine
feeling with which all poets-except those
Of theology and warfare lowered, Among
the Miscellaneous Poems at the end Of the
volume there IS one called ,H'ms, Tri1A, very
full OF this, and more affecting even than
! that famous one written upon the, same sub
lject--'he death Of cllld-=by DIR. Moir. 1t
! is indee1 a. poet. Of the meridian Of life is
passed. rs the Photographers of humanity
taking his stand point OH the summit Of
that hill-to borrow metaphor IRON our
author himself--whose sunny side Youth is
)climbios, and whose shadowy side Age is les4
cending, that We arc mainly concerned With
Mr.. Hcdderwick. lie describes no passions,
10 aspirations, no despairs.. His; themes are
such as these. Ayoung manwho has sough:
u warmer elmo to cure him Of an incur able
consumption. and who writes home the
mos; hopeful letters, each one more conf
t1ent than the last--untit one comes in the
handwriting Of Stranger, and tells the end.
which every one, but: the victim himself
knew beforehand must needs be. Again, q
painter, with starving family, portraying
very brilliantly on canvas 4 Dream Of Rira-
disc, the only sunshine in his poor bare
room; the adverse criticism written by the
unthinking scribe, which damns it; and all
the misery Of insufficient talent and mis-
taken profession. ; 81 ~ -d:'s,-@a Y .
Things like these, common, enough, too
common, the poet treats of-all more Or less
familiar in reality with those who have gone
any distance upon Lfe's populous road
bu: enriched in the telling with certain
pathos and not uncheerful philosophy.
The last poem, upon iM;ldls ,Age ITSELF is as
thoughtful, complete and appropriate as can
we'll be, EiGn3a ,.s II No "a .-i &c Wax, ~
Fair time of calm resolve--of snber thought
Quiet halfway hostelry of lifes long road. .
In vi icli to rest and read Just our load -
High table land, to which We have been brought
By stumpling steps ofill-directed toll /. -"
Season when not to ACHE We is to despair!, .....
Last fold for us Of a full fruitful soil -.
Only springfield our freighted aims to bear = >
Onward TO all our yearning dreams have sought!
How, art tho1 changed! Ouceto our youthful eyes
Thin silvering locks and thoughts imprinted
! lines, sEEss9
OF sloping age gave weird and wintry signs;
But now these trophies ours, We recognise III =.
Only a.voice taiat-rippllng to it's Shore si4 =
And weak tottering stepas marks Of cid. Iz;
| None are so far but some are on before: 80.
Tins still at distance is the goal behold, ,.---
And to improve the way IL truly wise. II, .
Farewell, W blossomcd hodges! and tho deep
thick green ofSummer on the matted bough !!
The languid Autumn mollows round US now: -
ct fancy may its vernal beauties keep, = .a
Like holly leaves for IL December wreath. y.
70 Ia ke this gift Of life with trusting hands, -
And star with heavenly hopes the night ofdeath
Is all that poor humanity demands "a Tn IN
10 lull its meaner fears in easy sleep. ..a.g- 7
T We believe that some lines in those three
last quoted verses would not have disgaced
the name Of any poet of this century. -% ~. =.
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