New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-07-14

deserves 10 De read IN 1nl rs an uetrauOn oi tho NV
ern tendency toward association.
Among the various poems Of the number ie ballad VI
Mrs Celia Thaxer entitled The Pmpernel" with that
atmosphere OF the about it in which she Is away
most at home. T. b. Aldrich has some dainty verses
which quote with satisfaction:
ON AN INTAGLo HEAD OF MINERVA
The cunning hand that carved TINS isoe'
A little belmeted Minerva
The hand, say, ere Phidas wrougn,
Had host its subtitle skill ana ferVor'
Who was hei Was he glad or sad,
Who knew 10 carve In such fashlont
Perchance he shaped this dainty neau 49,,
For some brown girl that seorneu us Passion'
But he is dust: we may not know
His happy unhappy story ,.oors
Nameless and dead these thousand years,
His work outlives hini-there e his gioryi
Both man and jewel lay in earth
Beneath o avaburied city,
The thousand Summers came and went,
With neither haste nor hate, nor plly' |
The years wiped ont the man, but left
The jewel fresh as any blossom,
Till some Visconti dug IL up
To rise and fan on MabePs bosomi
Roman brother! see how Time
Your gracious handiwork has guarded
See how your loving, patient art
Has come, at last, to be rewarded'
Who would not suffer Sights of men,
And pangs of hopeless passion aISo'
To have his carven agate-stone
On such bosom rise and fall sol
Nor must I omit that poem by DIR. Oliver wendell
Holmes TO which the Harvard people recently hsteheo
with 80 much enthusiasm
THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH.
Read at he Meeting Of he HdrcGrd Afam"' ASs"'''''''"
jane Is 1873.
The fount the Spaniard sought In vain
Through all the land OF flowers
Leaps gttering from the sandy pam
orr CLASSIC grove enbowefs
Here youth unohanging blooms anu smlies,
Here dwells eternal Spring
And warm from Hopes elysian Isles
The winds their perfume Dlbg'
Here every leaf is in the bud,
Each singing throat In tune
And bright DER evenings silver nood
Shines the young crescent moon.
What wonder Age forgets his stan
And lays bis glasses down; ,,4
And gray haired grandsires look and laugh
AS when their locks were Drowni
With ears grown dull and eyes grown dim
They greet the joyous day
That calls them 70 the fountains brim
To wash their years away
What change has clothed the ancient sire
In suddeh youthl For lo
The Judge the Doctor, and the Squire
Are Jack and Bill and Joe
And be his titles what they will,
In spite of manhOOd's claim
The graybeard is q schoOl-bOy still
And loves his schoolboy name;
II Gains the rulers stormy breast
Whom hurryinR care pursues
Aud brings sense OF peace and rest,
Like slippers after Shoes
And what are all the prizes won
To youths enchanted viewf
And what is ali the man has done
To what the boy may dol
blessed fOunt whose waters flow
Alike for sire and ROn,
That melts our winters frost and snow,
And makes all ages onel
Ipledge the sparkling fountains tide,
That filings Its golden shower
With age TO I'LL and youth TO guide,
Still fresh in morning flower!
Flow on with ever widening stream,
1n ever Frightening morn,-
Our storys pride, our futures dream,
The hope of times unbOrnl
The book notices are usual able and discriminating
and what with essays and tales and travels and songs
The Atlantic is pleasant tide which to float. L. c. NJ