New-York tribune., 1872-02-13

;nr ,ros Generated on the spot. His Thought iel |
lilo m aorelite and did not crystalline Iike eein
Dr Charming had rieies hehad tfsiOns lie pleacncu
os the birds sang He could not help it or heip MN
self. Where he stood was drama, not ueSh'
He was the character in 'Midsummer-Nien.
Dream - it mattered not what part ho
took. Riches dropped from bim una"",r''
like pearls from Prince Esterhazys dress ms
concern was wide as his race. Genius Is love- ""'
Byron msanthropef So far no poet. Taylor was ho
cold peak. His mountain stood on fire. his was
southern heart married to northern BRAIN he wen'
back TO Virginia and asked to see Johnny, Inc i't'e
bov he had played with at school fifty wears before
and thev brought in whitehaired old man ana
Tavlor came home and represented lad ana gray
heard with his marvellous transformations, heeuihs
no stape-dress He entered into every nature WIN
the Dutch painter could have become sheep anu
seemed only larger one among the pigeons 'ha'
swarmed round him in his backyard to DC ied' AS
he walked in the Pnblc Garden n sparrow new
startled from its bush. He stretched his mana
after it, saying, Il will not squeeze you.
For a moment thought the bird might come
"Tbe charm of his who this side the Orient,
could match At distance, seeing you afar OIL, ne
would touch his heart, his forehead, and his lips
with a salute that seemed too much for aught below
angels OF less than the universe Hslove was as the
sea but never billow Tapped the beach more softly
than his affection touched its object His untaught
courtesy the decacy of demonstratveness, was con-
spcuous in his treatment Of the other SEX The show
was drop to the gulf behind. He felt the TRUTH that
no man is indebted to any other much as to some
woman. His purity was not ice, but flame. Ills
bearing was royal and made every woman queen.
No calamity could extinguish his cheer in the church
or by the way. AT the funeral of the woman whom
he said he should claim and could not spare IN
heaven he leaned his shining face out of the carriage
and astonished tho conventional gloom by greeting
people on the way. You do not know that old l1sh
woman; one of the family said trying to put on him
some decent restraint why shouldn't she nave her
shareT was his retort. He and Miss Sedgwick once
met suddenly in the middle of the room Did yon
mean TO kiss me ? she cried, starting back. only
know he answered. i got mine"
The closing chapters on Hope" and Ideality"
present the marrow and Of the whole volume
| in form of no less beauty than impresslveness'
They discuss the vital question Of human destiny III
firm but chastened spirit, without the mlsSvngs
of gloomy skepicism, the elatiOn OF pious SEN
timentality. perfect human SOUL says Mr. Bartol,
would have no argument about future lot, ana no
more than an angel would seek for evidences OF I'M
| mortality God might rs well doubt His continuance
| as We OURS when in communion with hlm'
| But this hight Is rarely attained even by the
loftiest spirits. Hope is the parent OF talth'
81 lelieve0 says the author, in the Heaven am
made to forecast. whose horoscope no human hand
constructed" ave ask for evidences of faith.
| Faith il thc evidence II shows how the habit OF
Gods presence heals and lifts the SOUL perpetual
| atmosphere does the body. lie is Our native air.
Whatever thing or person beneath Linn we rest in is
| our fetish. In the noblcst mortals, beauty comes
| and goes. Bo any mans dcvotcc, and your forducss
will be the cloak Of scli-scckng. Cur ldoiatry
Of Jesus makes Lin the frame in which
| our own portrait is fctl The only escape
| from selfish conceit is spiritual worship"
" Have we "A natural ripht 10 vote ourselves immor-
tal2 No. we must earn our heaven, laboring with
God! Continuance is the incident OF immortality,
| truth the essence. love tie assurance; and this
contribution 10 our conviction from our kind. The
separate soul could never credit an endless lte My
faith is flower ont Of the stcm on the stock Of my
| race; and without these encouraging affections
were helpless infdel They teach me identity with
nv Source; that the world is not whi1n which the
Almighty after past eternity took II into his head
| to make but an expression iAextTicalle from that
| being his goodness names"
III producing this work as the latest. but not, we
! trust, the last If lis contributions to the higher
walks Of our literature. the author has not only
given welcome memorial of the freshness and elaa-
ticitv Of his spirit and Of the fidelity of his adhe-
renee to the large conceptions OF truth which have
Characterized his LIE, but also a signif-
cant illustration Of the Intellectual ten
denotes of the AGE, which seeks amid the
dissolution Of cIeeda end the ruins Of tradition for
the grounds ard materials of positive faith. Mr..
Bartol is 10 iconoclast from personal taste. The
pride Of intellect is foroipn TO his nature He has
no delight in the work of destruction for its own
sake. lie would not have the religious element in
man "unclcthod hut clothed upon" lie does not
| cling however to the tattCrCd garments Of an
tiquity tie only &, apparel for the soul bat seeks
the wedding garments in the Zine linen, new and
white ol scicai iGc irrth.