, 1873-09-07
WHITE ROSE AND RED.
An American Idyl by an Eng
lishnan.
The Story Of q Ern:1o Yeoman with
Two Wives, One Indian and
the Other Yankee.

There is M ingenious EnglIshman (namo un-
known, 81 yet-to us, ut loast) who has written
several poems on American supjcots tho bost i
known Of which Is "st. Abe, md His goyon
WivoB." Flo Is unntstakably English, and pays
about as close regard to tho sooncry and proba-
bilities Of American lifo as tho Choynllor Forian
did to tho rrosaic circumstances upon which le
based hia lowery Tronoh paBto1als and romaucos
hundred years ago. Rnt, nko that graceful
French academician Of Castillan descent and
Germhnio aonsbty, this unknown author nos
sessoa'aome OF tho most ploasing characteristics
Of romancor, and produees descriptions OF M
turo aud studies OF human nature which arc
worthy the pom Of many greater goniuscu. Tho
parallel botwoon Voltairo's klnsman aud Walt
Whitman's English friend is not very close
one, but in criticism as in trigonomesry, It ia ALL
important to establish baHo-line aud We havo
struck ono rudely botwoon the author Of F." Es-
tollo "aud " William Toll " aud this anonymous
writer Of While Rose and Red Lore Story"
now story published In this country by ]. r,
Osgood l. Co., and dedicated to "Walt Whitman
and Alexander Gardiner, with nll friends in
Washington" It is IN American idyl based
moro upon books, and hearsay, and aorid imag-
inings, and youthful effloreBcence Of conjecture,
than upon tho Hober or the truly romantic facta
OF our Western life but it has spirit and power,
and indicates possibilities Of future perforn-
auce, either In verse or prose- which arc not to
bo dospisod. It IL nearer to realities than Joa-
quin Miller cornoB. and is not moro sensational,
though far losa humorous, than Bret Harto's
piecos,-the authors mind being sort Of oou-
affRs ss5ss nt q ns e4na ana s 5 T5tSs M
: Dyronizes over tho Hiorras or IL m Oregon bar
room. Like Miller, he Is a reader aud imihator
Of other pooss, bat his style shows traces Of
wider culture, while it betrays also the oonyon-
tional Englisllnen, incapable Of seeing other
nations even his American cousins, rs they
truly aro. Anaohronislns md Holeoisms are
thick in Ills pages, and his topography aud
countrymen ovon, who know what III what, those
defocts will not quite eclpse the lively morits Of
tho romance, while to EngliBhmen 1t will doubt
less seom aH a..theutio az d county history, or
the - British Gazettoor." , +!
The story is Of Maine yeoman With fancy
tor wandering, who strays away from ills native
villnge. "Drowsietown, State Of Mnine," and
falls among 1ndian women III tho far West some
shared bho is Tho "Red Rose" and she mar-.
RIGS Eureka Hurt, after primitive fashion OF
Dido and Encas in vrgirs poem,-only to be
deserted by her ,godiko sneak Of o spo4Ho, an
poor Dido was Sic ia painted in very glowing:
col0rR aud In tho FREQ 1nanuor OF Elizabethan;
poets whom this English ,book-man has
evidently read, aB we'll aB l,o las read Loug.
follow mud Cooper. But Bhe is rs impossible
creature IT,, sppoaeea n
Tic wonder il, that lilo snakes have not
eaten hor up in her native widB before
ever she stumbled upon tho Maine hunter; but.
village Of Drowsotown. This Now England
village strange to say, is perfectly vol described
and by ono who hns scon New England in the
summon, il not III tho winter, which ho paints
with leHs fidelity. Hero il
pnows1E1owN IN AuouFr.
O SO drowsy! In dnze
Sweating mid the golden hnze,
With itn s,nitlly like MI oye
oarlng b1oodshot at the aky.
And its ono white row Of street
CArpocd DO green and sweet,
And tho loInBerh smoking still
Over gate and windov-si1t;
Nothing coming, nothing going,
1tocutiA grating, opa cock growing,
Few things moving up and down.
All things sdrowsy-urows1etown!
Thro the fields with sleepy CLEAN,
Drowsy, drowsy steals the gtrcani,
Touching with its azure
Gliding toith a trtliyht Tide
Where The dark tt"s stade fts stas;
1tofAina, pdHsttg soett and bright
lFhere tAe lilies siii 80 1chtte;
h1oadow-sweet and iris fair;
uumming as It HES along
Deep and dimpled, bright nut-brown,
Flowing Into Drowsietown.
Far as eyo can SEQ, around,
Upland fields and farms aro found
Foatltlg prosperous md fair
In tho ne!lnw, misty air:
Appte-orchards, blossoms blowing
Up Abope,-and clover growing
Red and mud scented round tho knees
OF tho old moss.siivercd trees.
Ii tho distance rolls . vain;
As Its dull sound strikes tho ear,
Other kindred sounds grow cBor-
Dro,csp aIl-the sqfI breeze biolriaq,
Loeusts grating one eotk erolotng,
Fur a,Uay amid the aEeunl,
Then the Wagons ruTnbling down
Tlro' tho lauo to Drowsieown.
Drowsy? Yea but idle? Nayl
Slowly, nurely, night and day.
Turns tho wheel Of human .oi'.
stS y spasneaa 10 Ssdaitnif; ihdssry: S,ass9.' cry
No rnde c1a1lor, mad and mean,
OF horrible lnachinet
Btrong, yet peaceful, surely rolld.
Winds tho wheel that wh1rs the gold.
Year by year tho rich, rare lnnd
Yiclds Its stores to human haud-
Ycnr by year tho stream makes fat
Every fold mud nendow-nat-
Year by year tho orchards fair
0uthcr glory from tho mir.
| Nedden rlren, freshly fed,
| Their bright balls of golden rod.
| Titus, 1noat prosperous and ssronts
| Tlown tho strcara Of life along
Six slow days wai18 como md go.
eatffs f&s b1as,< bas!a: 't 5 Eli iqsates qn"a assg gT'
| ltiik toanss s,ctetiy IN ths pail,
| Sic unU8s on lhc 6ttefFh auy.
I0iis toto 7nurnnttr dies a,caN-
All is hl,shod aayo tlro,ssy din
OF tho wagons rolling In,
Drawn Rtnid the plonteos raeads
~ H1na, fat, aud sleepy studs.
Folk With faccu frosh as fruit
Sit therein or trudgo atoot,
| brightly drcaacd fur all 10 sec,
| In thcir aeyonth*tlay nnGry;
| DroWsy In tho AntlnGr day
| In tho neotiug-hnuso Elt theyt
| Mid tho hgh-bacll pewA they dozc,
| Like bright gsrden-nowors III rows
Whilo tho great door, BwinBinB wllo
| Elbows tho bright green streot outalds
| And tho ahat1owat as they pass,
| On the golden, a,ln-lit grass.
| We have omitted SOME passages describing tho