The weekly pioneer and Democrat. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. Territory) 1855-1865, 1865-01-27

have not stood on the brow OF st. AnthO-
ny's Hill, or Dayton's Bluff, and watched
the thousands of wreathed columns OF
smoke climb heavenward on the clear still
air, while our fancy wanders away into a
thousand fantastic dreams, the essence OF
which Mr. YARDLEY has caught and pho
tographed, so to speak in his song:
l. Mathis are ringing from the Remish Mis-
And the faint music radiates afar
Through the dim silence like those streams
Which wander voiceless where the angels
are D. 5 .t....#... .
2 The starred night startes from her dreams,
and throwing g.. -
robe of mist about her, drinks the dir
Uncertain of the sounds around her dow
Then waves her hand and passes other
where.
4. One after one from countless roofs ascend.
Soft feeces of white yapor float; the
Ebb off from the uplands, and the river
vending
Vaguely between, distinctive form attainB.
Z. Slowly the smoke. columnar shape assum-
ing,
the sky;
And the fair shafts, all pearled illuming [,
The vaulted architraves, stand gloriously.
TO- Far reaching chambers CLEAN from floor to
ceiling, '-y.-t -.
From glittering capitals the frost de.
ponds; a Hr+. .'.
Resplendent vistas WOO the eye, revealing
- Fair aisles; magnificent the sun ascends.
IL. Immortal companies adown the distance
To unheard music, marching do see
And with them the beloved who made ex-
.al istence ID a1L"t:-. Lll1. .
A blessing and a song Of praise to me-
IA. Tears dim my eyes |! and of a sudden trem-
Among the columns become aware;
A roar of wind, swift waving wings resem-
bling, 1f ,
p, And the strange pageant crumbles into
His "Fata Morgana," though perhaps
more elaborate than the poem quoted, does
not equal it in poetic beauty. Itcontains,
however, many fine thoughts, and had Mr..
YARDLEY written it in that heroic measure
so popular with POPE and CAMPBELL, with
out trying blank verse, in which so few
are successful, he would have made fine
poem of it. "Waves from the River of
Life, " is also beautiful, as is the most of
his pieces. ..l-... .Er
aa,. HON. IGNATIUs DONNELLY.
The Hon. IsNArIUs DoNNELY comes
next, and I've nothing particularly good
or bad to say of him. No one knows bet
ter than himself that he has as little bust
ness in the work as STEPHEN MILLER or
H. L GORDON. Indeed, he himself ac-
knowledges, in bis note to the authoress,
that he is "no poet, and has not INDUCED
in anything that can be called poetry for
many years" So many years, indeed,
that we may oharitably suppose no vestige
of it is left. Therefore, Mrs. ARNOLD
must be held responsible, in her efforts to
give dignity to her work, for placing Mr..
DoNNKLLY in position to which he does
not even himself lay any claim. The
merit of the rhyme he has written con-
sists in its brevity, and in one couplet at
least be tells very evident truth
can't raise enough inspiration
To get up passable verse.
MISS KIEANUR O. DONNRILY.
Miss ELRANoR,-or ELANoR, for it is
printed both ways in the book,-C. DON
NELLY, is the sister of IaNAr1us, and writes
much better verses than her brother. Her
poem Missing" has both feeling and
pathos; "More Muses." and "The Twi-
light Fairy" are both beautiful pieces
her Miracle of the Leper lis too incom-
plete and vague to be generally admired.
1t has the appearance of fragment.
From Missing" l extract the following
2. A soldier clad in the Zouave dress.
A bright haired man with his lips apart,
One hand thrown up Ger his frank dead face,
And the other clutching his heart
Lies there in the shadows cool and dim.
His musket brushed by trailing bough
With careless grace in his Quiet limbs
And q wound on his manly brow:
g.. -... ....Hr A wound. alasl
Whence the warm blood dIips on the pIea.
.l4 SAINT grass 4ssr 10 =
4. God pity the bride who waits at home,
With her lily cheeks and her violet eyes.
Dreaming the sweet old dream of love,