The Cecil Whig. [volume] (Elkton, Md.) 1841-current, 1859-03-19
Our Correspondence.
Correspondence Of The Cecil Nhigl
Letter from Myra Mystic.'
NinIrI YALE March Z 20

if ga wet March makes Il sad Autumn; as
Philosophers say, somebody may look out
for the indigo blues, next October. But it
won't be me, I'm thinking (ncvcr mind the
grammar; tits a poets license to mutilatc
Murray, you know for I've come to the sage
conclusion, that let the world go as it may, l
shant grumble a bit, as I've found from past
experience, that blue soul don't make an
azure Ky, nor add single tint to the Bow of
Promise, of rainy day. If we don't have
blooming bowers, in May, and plenty of frnt
in September, it won't be my fault CHATS
one consolation!) and l believe there's
wiser and better Superintendent of father
Adams big orchard and tlower-garden than |
would be if had the management Of such i'm
portant affairs; and if | can't wear garlands
and feast on fruits at the very time it would
be most agreeable to my personal feelings, l
dare say tits because thcrc'd be vcnomous lit
tie imp in one fthc rose buds, that would sting
me beyond the patience Of job, and perhaps
I'd catch the cholera and be turned out Of the
garden into a strange world, like mother Eve.
for eating the forbidden apple. st. Paul tells
us to g rejoice cvermore, and in all things give
thanks,'' and if that was meant only for
sunslliny weather and smooth lile-sailing, l
think he would have inserted clause to that
effect; as there's none such upon record
(and it would be really comforting. sometimes,
to find some excuse for ones rcbellious
feelings, when the wheel Of complacency
turns backwards, and weak human nature al
most fiattens the muse ofsober second thought,
with its indignant istD l take it for granted
I've got to follow his advice and find it
don't make the clouds of disappointment any
thicker or heavier, to TRY, but on the contrary
they cvaporate wonderfully fast, and let the
sunshine Of good nature and resignation come
gnting down upon the little black Passion
shaken off the skirt Of my spirit. But strange
to say, in spite of the indignity with which
he's treated, and the perseverance with which
he's repealed, the little scamp tags behind
me cvcrmorc, as interchangeable as Poc's Raven,
and grabs the drapcry of mind with his sharp
claws, oftentmcs before m aware! Iwould
like to give him tap on the head that would
lay him fiat, everlastngly, but don't expect
to, so long as his mean father goes limping
"
horns but do hope to leave him snarling for
spite and veyaton, on this 'bank and shoal Of
time,' when the 'sail' that our fine New
Preston poet is looking out for, heaves in
sight.
By the way I've just finished a book of
" Poems," by that excellent author-many
thanks to kind friend in your vicinity, to
I nj al. .l,ln
through this medium, for the valuable gift
and I'm reminded, by the perusal, of the
probcrb: 's the best metal is put up in small
Jumps" There's enough of gennine poeiyy in
the little volume, to make half a dozen
octavos of equal merit with the poctcal pub
LEGATIONS Of the present day, or past ages
either think. Poets usually throw in con-
siderable chat to swell the heap, and make it
measure better, Supposing the rare quality Of
the grains, well mixed, by skilliul hand
will g take the curse of 90 Of the spurious half
or three fourths-just as little niger slips
into circus scot trce,' under the rich, wide
cloak-folds ola nahob; but Mr.. II. has famed
his wheat till nothing is left but the real Simon
pure. Genius will always elicit admiration, and
wi /. II. Will HCNtI duUllTcTS, ONl as ne mas
thrown these little gold drops upon the winds
of time, simply because his ideality sprung
Leak from Illness, and the organ
couldn't contain all the constantly increasing.
sparkling intellcctua-essence, and there is
evidently no heGrt-cOmpmisi0n in the poctical
eifcrvescence. They speak only to that class
of faculties from whence they spring, viz:
Al.
by a new softness, and outllowing sympathy
and affection for the gifted author. Mr.. II
has not realised enough of the sad rcvcrses
incident to human life, to produce that effect,
but such is his capacity for rendering language
subscrvicnt to his will, that should weight
Of sorrow fall crushingly on his heart the
world would hear wall of soul-thrilling
mourntul melody, that would roll on and on,
down the long arches Of the years, and mingle
with the great funeral anthem of old father
Time. l have recently seen it written that
"poetry, to be good, must be entirely Invested
of self, but have yet to become proselyte
to that new faith. An Author may discourse
eloquently of extrancous things, and excite
admiration and appase by his skiful handling
ana miniature style, Dut we must see some
thing of the soul, watch the lights and shades
of his inner life, and inhale the fragrance of
little heart buds intcrmingled with the rich
intellectual coronal to appreciate him to the
fullest extent.
Mr.. II. is not brought nigh to the heart of
his reader, by tone Of softness and tender
ness permeating his works, yet his classical
combination, his graceful arrangement his
purity of sentiment, and the sparkling flow of
his verse, entitlc him to station in the van
guard of the poetical army. He is original
and graphic, unique and pleasing, 1n his
conceits and descriptions -
t. ROBBED in thy emerald eternity!
Defiant. thou doth stretch thy sinewy arms
To the fierce north, shaking Il thousand swarms
OF winged dirges from the shivcrng cells
Wherein the soul of Music heaves and swells
Like tides within the hollow of the sea-
% The torrent of the sunset flows
To dask your brow3 with golden foam,
And like eye above them gows-
The clasp Of Gods blue temple dome.
The mists of evening thin and gray,
Around the western peaks curled,
And one by one the steps of day
Slope downward from the dreaming world
"Perched or yon topmost glitering thorn.
Brave leader of the choring tnrong,
HIS breast against the cheek Of morn"