New-York tribune., 1872-08-13

NJ tts traditions" Mrs Lynn inton IN An oln flenu
with new face" chronicles the attempt Of Mr.. Maurice
Morgan in an essay published nearly century ago. 10
nroye that fat Jack Falsaf no coward but only
valiant gentleman with wise discretion. aud an obeo
ton To useless danger. "Aunt Rosys Chest" by Ohye
A. Wadsworth, is n pleasant litto story and The
Fayorlte OF the Harcm," by Mrs beonowens' ls
something much moro than pleasant ltte story
II IL a tale too strange not to be tfue ana tod win
smple fidelity and picturesque yyidness The fayorito
nj te are ia not the real heroine; at least she IL not
tho most heroic character. what viii the women OF
America say TO Boom who so loved her huspahd that
when he came home and told her lac hau seen tue oeu
tifuI Choy and how pass1nacly he oVeu her 30 'ha'
he never could happy again until he oo'aheu her 'or
ht. o,,n erieved at first indeed, for she was only
woman hut when she found that he coud helther eau
or drink or sleep vowed by her love TOT hi 'n' 'no
t be louged Tor should be hist or course the moral
&c of the East and man Of our own race anu tino
does or could, love two women, 80 Una. nv
,,,oo, wife viii ever be called for Boon's KIND
and degree Of self abnegaon; but the tale Is most ouc
ing though elements Of its Interest seem ever 30 lar
removed You can hardly read with dry eyes how aith
fuly Boon srove making herself Of TO account 10 WIN
for her husband his hearts desire and how AT the a
she bore the pain of orucllcr than death 10
screen him from discovery in yain as II proved LOT sue
whom he loved best not strong enough 10 Keep HIS
secret and there nothing left for Boon OF the a
ful heart but 10 de with HIM. No wonder that whe
4" all tie beauty OF her spirit lIembcu oh heI OioS"N
eyelids - she appeared as one almost divine
one might say that this ale OF Mrs. Leonowenss was
the gem OF the September Atlantic, II IL did not also
contan poem from Whittier in his best You snail
read for yourself IL refers to the weknoWn rescue
of the crew of an American vessel sinking in mid ocean,
by Captain Leighton OF the Engsh ship Three Bells.
Unable TO take them or in the night and the storm, he
STAYED by them until morning, shouting to them from
time to time through his trumpet Never rear holu on'
III stand by you
THE THREE BELLS
Beneath the lOW-hung night cloud
That raked her spllntering mast
Tie good ship settled slowly,
The cruel leak gained fast.
Over the awful ocean
Her signal guns pealed out.
Dear God that Thy
From the horror round aboutf
voice came down the wild wind,
"HOl ship ahoy :" lts cry:
"Our stout Three Bells Of Glasgow
Shall stand TIL daylight byW
Hour after hour crept slowly
Yet on the heavlng swels
Tossed up and down che shlplighS,
The lights of the Three Bells!
And ship to ship made signals,
Man answered back to man,
While oft, TO cheer aud hearten,
The Three Bells nearer ran;
And the captain from her tafrrail
Sent down his hopeful cry.
Take heart! Hold on :" lie shouted,
"1he Three Bells shall stand Dy u
The tossing lights shOne clears
All night from reeling taGrah
The Three Bells sent her cheer.
And when the dreary watches
OF storm and darkness passed,
lust as the wreck lurched under,
All souls were saved at last
Sail on Three Bells, forever,
In grateful memory SAIL
Ring on, Three Bells OF rescue,
Above the wave and gale!
As thine IN night and tempest,
hear the Masters cry.
And, tossing through the darkness,
The lights OF God draw nigh!
Mr. Parton in his article Jefferson says" Anglo
saxons are only respectable when they strictly
tuous We are nothing II moral" The editor OF the
Atlantic must have fresh fTOm the perusal OF this
aphorism when he decided 10 accept and publish Re
proof~ by Charlotte +. Bates. This poem nothing IL
not moral" hut picty and poetry are not synonyms,
though both them begin with L. "Ihe Poet at the
breakfast Table" also blends and rhyme in the
poem with which ne concludes his paperbu IL is not his
wont to drop prose and call poetry This present
poem is the defense OF the Deity against those who
represent HIM as lying wait for the least shortcomng
which may serve his Justification for destroying eter-
nally human soul. Hush" he cries:
will not doubt that He
Is better than one fears, aud will not wrong
The least, the neanest Of created things.
The Poet is both wise and witty in this number.
Reside tbe articles to which have already alluded,
the September Atlantic will contain pleasant little
poem by Paul H. Hayne a paper by Charles Seymour
entitled a Western View Of Interstate Transporta-
tion and the usual reviews and art criticisms.