The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1867-02-13

of Georgia, from the rice-fields of Carolina,
to fight for cause in which they had
learned to feel their right soldiers as honest, as
brave, and proud as any of their stronger and
keener foes. But the strong were right, and
down IN their GeTee embrace. They fell to-
gether; their duty done, thelr passion spent.
Many tender office, many q solemn greeting,
passed between these falling brothers, who
spoke the same tongue, who muttered the same
prayer, who owned one country and one God.
They died on the same field, and wnitened on
pious hand picks up their bones together, Just
as the warriors fell in battle, and laying tReIn
side by side, leaves the two brothers who mad
come to strife, victor and vanquished, Unionst
and seceder, to sleep the long sleep in a COM
'Yon sunny Richmond slope, on which the
setting sun appears to linger, tipping with pink
the fair white stones, should be for North and
South alike place of rest a sign of the New
America; an imperishable proof OF their recon-
ciliaton no less than everlasting record of their
strife"
CALvARY-VRGNIA TRAGEDIES. BY Laughton
Osborne. New York: Hurd q Houghton.
Philadelphia: j. B. Lippincott & Co.
We seriously deprecate the introduction of
what we have always been taught to consider
sacred and holy into light, or, at least, popular
literature. For that reason we condemned the
"Pillar of Fire." and other novels, which,
while well intended, seems to us only calcu-
lated to lessen the awe inspired by Deity, with
out adding to the attractions of religious sub
jects. The narration of Revelation, without
any of the amplifcations of modern invention
stands forth grandly simple; and all attempts
at familiarity, instead of making it more at
| tractive, presents a picture like a grand
| Gothic temple marred by the light architecture
of Ionia. Calvary" the tragedy before us,
| is such an attempt at ornamentation. We do
not accuse its author of irreverence: we would
not pretend to judge of his motive. He may
have written it for sincerely good purpose.
But he has failed in his attempt. No one will
turn to religious topics because of this work.
| His narrative has none of the simplicity and
awfuness of the Apostolic narrative. And
truly, of all those works which seek to make
the Bible attractive, it may be said, eff they
hear not Moses and the Prophets, neither will
they be enlightened though one rise from the
dead" The portions of the tragedy which
put words into the mouth of Jesus jar on all
our feelings of reverence, and seem to us not
to exalt the poem, but rather to degrade
Christ in the eyes of the world. With probably
Iaudabe ambition, Mr.. Osborne makes
the Redeemer say, in conversation with Mary
Mary. And canst thou speak with calm
| ness when my heart
| Is aching for thee? Jesus, o my son!
Think on Thy mother, and avoid the storm
That now is darkening DER thee, and whose
Makes my blood curdle with the chill of death.
For my sake o my darling! ec,.,
Say to the fruit that leaves the parent stem,
Think on thy mother? When its time is come
Knows it no more. Deem'st thou the Son
Can flee the hour appointed from all time?
He who is busy with my Fathers work
!, | Must not be laggaru, and not heed the rain,
Nor bowling wind, nor thunder .,u-oo,,.s,
AS if thou aye vert toiling at the work
Thou dost no more and hast not done for years.
Jesus My Father is the Word that sent me
My brethren are the children of the Word.
Let me be gone; behold, the night is deepening;
The hour is nigh when l must watch and pray
Pray thou too; for the cup that shall drink
VIII leave its dregs for thee.
Or let me share it with thee. - -,
The ringdove pray'd the eagle-Let me soar
Unto the clouds with thee and share thy nest
Poor timid wood-birdl yet her tender eyes
| Could not endure the sun, nor her soft wings
Sustain her to his eyrie. What am ,.,,.,,,
Whittier go, But watch thou here and pray,
AS shall do where 1 most watch and wrestle'
And may that bosom where once was lalui
Quiet and happy, be more calm than mlhe'
Such passages as these seem Inappropriate;
and we prefer some other topic for tragedy
| Il NiioAi " NOLiiCdblOI VI d buDleCb Vi NAi"'A
world can form but an imperfect conception OF
its horror The description of the closing scene
! is to us weak. 1t reads;-
Centtr. Look now!
, The end approaches, Tis the dying thirst
That tortures.
Nicod. Yet the immortal soul yields not;
HIS head droops lower. Was not that q slghy
Mary Speak TO me once again. Dost thou
3 | not hear me?
| Dost thou yet suffer greatly. o my sOnP
| Ntcous lie hears her not He is past hulh"h
: sound.
2 | Still lower sinks his head
Jos. Ar'in. He lifts IL now
!; GentaT. There is again the look told we Oh
Q Jesus. My God, my God! why hast thou for-
a 1 sook me?
q / God. - =
a Why comes he not TO aid himY
b Sub Centurion Peace, thou Jew!
,, ne ne pears him in a way to teach you all. III.
81 rms TO release him. (TdkeS spear from soldier
and pierceS tte side Of JeSltsJ
s People; Harkl he speaks again. ,
q yield
!, Ny spirit, 1t Is finished.
d / Afnyl, Jeguel SODl