New-York tribune., 1872-09-11

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of completion would have been "septmius' IN full
dress The article such pleasant reading that it may
seem invdous to that the style Is somewhat IN
volved and excessive II reminds of little girl
who called her mother termigant and on being re-
proved the irrcverencc, sdid did not know what
it meant but | thought It a wcll-sounding word
There are a great many wellsouuding words In MI
Lathrops article.
There is another Of Mrs Lconowens's unique stores
" Lore, the Slave of siamese Queen"-only shau'
less charming than her "story of Boon" in the last
Atlantic They know how to love, these women OF siam
how TO suffer and be strong-hOw be pure and stead
fast and faithful unto DEATH In these days OF divorce
courts and discussions one may so, not in van' 10 sam
for lesson in the love that hopes and endures ana is
patient Mrs Agassiz writes of The Hassler Glacier
which white dream OF beauty upon our Vision
in these hot oprripe September days. IN Whieh the
grasshOpper seems a burden.
There is an larticle on "Tac Chauvinis m OF Inc
French" and there are poems by Biamar Hiorth Boye
son, Lucy Larcom. Constance F. WoOson, Marian Doug
las and Bayard Taylor Taylors gives modern e1pres
sion TO the old Greek of grace and theness ana JOY
and beauty His who looks on the World ahc
sees that il is good. VIII you read about himt
PENN CALVIN.
Search high and low. search up and down,
BY hight of stars or SUM-
And OF an the good FOLKS Of our town
There's like Penn Calvin none.
He lightly laughs when all condemn,
He smiles wnen others pray;
And what Is sOrest truth TO lAt.h
To him is idle pay.
penn Calvin, lift, as duty bids,
The load we all must beaI!
lie only lifts ms lauguid lids.
And SAYS: The morn is falr.'
Learn while you may! Tor Lille is stern,
Aud Art, alas Is long
He huns ana answers: Yes, learn
The cadence OF a song"
"The world is dark with human Voc
Mar eats of butter food"
"The world" he says, " is all aClow
With beauty, bliss, and good!'
"TO crush the senses you must slTlVe'
The beast of flesh destroy"
"GOd gave tins body, all alive,
And every sense Is JOY :!
"Nay, these be heather words we hear;
The faith they teach is hOwn-
mist that clngs to temples dTear
And altdrs OYerthTOWh.' =,
81 reck not how nor whence u came,
He answers; 81 possess:
II heathens felt and owned the same
How bright was heathenesse" "
.Tbough you be stubborn to believe,
Yet learn to grasp and hold:
There's power and honor TO achieve,
And r0yal rule OF gold"
Penn Calvin pucked an open rose
And carOled TO the sky:
"sbne, sun OF Day, until us clcse-
They live, and 80 10 IL!
Els ewes are clear as they were kissed
BY some unrlscn dawn;
our grave and stern philanthrOplst
Looks sad, and passes on -
Our pastor scowls; the pious flock
Avert their heads and fee
For pestilenCe or earthquake shock
Less dreadful seems tndn Me-
rut all the children round him cling,
DepraVed as they were born;
And vicious men his praises sing,
Whom he tOrgets to warn.
Penn Calvin's strange indifference gives
Our folks a grleYOus care;
He's simply glad because lie lives,
And glad the world IS iar Dr.!
VIII Won have also the tender little love dyl Of Marian
Douglasi Read, and WISH next time you sec the moor
over your right shoulder, that you, too, may find {
maiden who is herself "a Summer flower"
TIE FIRST PARTING.
"Yes | am OF tomorrow morn!
Next week l sail for Indy!
And youu he glad when am gone
say, shan't you be, Luelndy -
A summer flower, herself, the maid
Stood mid the sweet syrngas, .
A June pink in her hairs smooth DraId
rosebud IN her fingers.
Plucked from the tail bush in the yard,
whose white flowers waved above her
And parting never seemed 50 n@rd
As just then, 20 her lover.
Her lip began 10 greve; the red
Upon her cheek grew palcr
1T seems a strange choice, Tom, she sad,
d" For yOu 10 De q sailor;
And when the wild, black clouds see,
And when the nights are windy,
:" Bless your soul! you'll pray Tor me-
know you Will, Ldciudy"
The rosebud from her hand he took
T.Is flower" he said, " III save II,
4 10 Keep It pressed within a book
Remembering VINO gave L.
Inever cared, ms women do,
For garden beds and pO,lcs,
But sOmehOw-why, never kucT-
always lUyod whlte roses
"Taey seem just made for weddins; when
come a gam from Indy
Nv bride, yOul wear white roses then;
Come, wont you SAY Luclndy"
A sudden flame upon her cheek.
Her eyes the quick tears ming,
The answer gave she would not speak,
Lest she might seem TOO willing.
For. "Ton" she asked, how can it bet
No word OF love you've said 10 me,
NJ sign you've ever sAONn me.
And he said "True, but though hain't,
NV love, I've wished yOu knew II,
And tired to speak, and felt too faint
Al heart 10 ddre 10 90 IT.
.B But when my mind was fixed to 20
A sailor, out 70 Indy,
said, III have Yes or NO
o say it's Yes, Lucndy"
Yes. Tom it's yes - She whispered; when
l learned that you were gong,
found you had my heart till then
Twas yours without my kEOWIuS!
sof. on her cheek fell wet with dew,
A rose-leaf FROM ABOVE her;
A warmer touch her red llp knew
Tie first kiss OF her lover!
Though stlcd the song and hushed the laugh,
And not the tears are starting,
What 10y, that life can give, Is half
50 sweet as loves hTst paTtlngl
Oscood & Co. are to ISSUE for subscribers only worl
of curious interest "The Kaballah OF the Egyptians
and Canon Of Proportions Of the Greeks" by GeOrg,
Henry Felt j. O. A Ward the sculptor, writes that he
does not at all doubt that Mr. Felt has discovered The
true Kabaab and the Greek Canon. Page the artist il
also full OF enthusiasm concerning this discovery of Mr.
Felts The book Will I've illustrated in the highest styl,
OF art and published in ten monthly numbers, OF which
the first will appear this present Autumn L. c. NJ.
LITERARY NOTES.
A work in preparation, and soon to be pub.