The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1871-06-20


man of the famous coal-black Durham so well
known throughout Grow county, Nevada.
"THE ATLANTIC,
The atlantic Monthly for July has the fol-
lowing list of articles
"How we met John Brown" B. II. Dana,
Jr.; 'From Generation to Generation" III,
Caroline Chesebro'; "The Boy and the
Brook" Henry w. Longfellow; 'Castilian
Days" V, John Hay; ''Their Wedding Jour
ney, 1, w. D. Howells; ''The Vision of the
Faithful, John G.. Saxe "Can Bird Rea-
son ?" T. M. Brewer; ''Kate Beaumont" VII,
f. w. DeForest; Mountaineering in the
Sierra Nevada, III, Clarence King; "How /
got my Overcoat," George e. Waring, Jr.;
'Sappho," Thomas Wentworth Higginson;
'"Transfgured, w. @. Wilkinson; ''Arm-
CART, George Eliot; "Our Whispering Gal
lery," VII; "The Poet of Sierra Flat" Bret
Harte; ''Recent Literature Life
of Major John ANDREA Biographical Sketch
of William Winston Seaton-Taylor's Trans
lation of Goethe's Faust-Garfeld's Grafton
on the Life and Character of General George
Ii. Thomas-Trescot's Memorial of the Life
of j. Johnston Pettigrew-Trescot's In Me-
Northumberland Steven Elliott - Miss
Chesebros Foe in the Household
ton Thoughts about Art-Among my Books
This number Of the atlantic is notable for
its poetical contributions, Mr.. Longfellow,
MIR. SAKE, and George Eliot each appearing
with verses of more or less excellence. "Arm-
gart," by George Eliot, is a dramatic sketch
written with much power, but unsatisfactory
and not calculated to remove the impression
upon the minds of her admirers that one of
the greatest novelists of the day is wasting
her genius in endeavoring to force herself
into field of art for which she is untitled.
George Eliot has not yet made a reputation
as poet, and probably she never will; and
although "Armgart" will be read because she
is the author of it, there will be few who will
not finish it without sigh that the author of
''Adam Bede" and "Romola" had not fur
nished prose poem instead.
The following are Mr.. Longfellow's
verses
THE BOY AND THE BROOK.
armenian popular from the oersion of Asan
Down from yon distant mountain height
The brooklet flows through the village street;
A boy comes forth to wash his hands,
Washing, yes washing, there he stands,
In the water cool and sweet
"Brook, from what mountain dost thou come?
Omy brooklet cool and sweet"
81 come from yon mountain high and cold,
Where lieth the new snow on the old,
And melts In the summer heat
"Brook, to what river dost thou go?
| o my brooklet cool and sweet"
| 81 go TO the river there below
| here In punches the violets grow,
And sun and shadow meet"
"Brook, to what garden dost thou 60?
| y my brooklet cool and sweetW
| ''I go to that garden in the vale
Where all night long the nightingale
Her loVe-song doth repeat"
'Brook, to what fountain dost thou go?
Omy brooklet cool and sweet"
| The maid that loves thee comes to drink,
| Whenever looks therein
| rise to meet her, and kiss her chin,
And my JOY is then complete"
Mr.. SAKE contributes this sonnet
THE VISION OF THE FAITHFUL.
Upon the faithful in the common things
Enjoined OF duty rarest blessings wait.
A pious nun ian ancient volume brings
The legend and the lesson) while she safe
Reading some scriptures OF the Sacred Word,
and marvelling much at Christs exceeding grace,
Since in her room, a Vision OF the Lord
With sudden splendor nlliDg all the place;
| Whereat, she knelt enraptured when a bell
| Signalled her hour to feed the corvents poor;
| Which humble duty aone, she sought her cell,
| And 10! the Vision, brighter than before,
I-hadst thou fingered here-had not remained -
In his "reminiscences Of ''Castilian Days, y
Mr.. John Hay dissertates upon ''Tauromachy. u
Wequote thefollowing account of bull fight:
1t is hard to conceive a more brilliant
scene. The women put on their gayest
finery for this occasion. In the warm light,
every bit of color flashes out, every combina-
ton falls naturally into its place. am afraid
the luxuriance of hues in the dress of the fair
Iberians would be considered shocking in
Broadway, but in the vast frame and broad
light of the Plaza the effect was very brilliant.
Thousands of parti-colored paper fans are
sold at the ring. The favorite colors are the
national red and yellow, and the futtering of
these broad, bright disks of color is dazzlingy
attractive. There is a gayety of conversation,
quick fire of repartee, shouts of recognition
and sslutation, which altogether make up
bewildering confusion.
The weary young water-men scream theii
snow-cold refreshment. The orange-men walk
with their gold d-frieghted baskets along the
barrier, and throw their oranges with the
most marvellous skill and certainty to people
in distant boxes or benches. They never
miss their mark. They will throw ovel
the heads of thousand people dozeI
oranges into the outstretched hands o
customers so swiftly that it seems lik,
one line of gold from the dealer to the buyer
At length the blast of trumpet announces
the clearing of the ring. The idlers who
havs been lounging the arena are swept ou
by the GlguaeileS, and the hum of converse
tiOn gives way to an expeetant silence. WheI
I the last loafer has reluctantly retired, the