The Cairo bulletin. [volume] (Cairo, Ill.) 1872-1878, 1873-01-26

king of the sentimentalists of England,
which is poor description, since Eng
lish literature, whilst possessing
suf6ciency Of sentiment is not es-
sentially scntimentalistc. 1t is more
to our taste to regard him as we regard
other of our youthful benefactors, as a
sort of later genii, who met US as We
were coming fairly out of the nursery
with woldly and realistic, but still
fairy like and fabulous, adaptation of
the dear old lies which crst lulled us
to sleep who said to us, "See how
splendid the world is Behold, the
Palace Of Aladdin is not myth, but a
real palace aud just beyond the wood
yonder. As yuo pass through the
shadows you are pretty sure to meet
Robin Hood. Nay, if you will turn
but to the left, and tear away the thick
cts that shut up the entrance to the
glade, you will come upon the Sleeping
Beauty. Here are the Enchanted San.
dals. This is Excalibar, the real and
not the ideal sword. Listen how the
trees are murmuring love songs to
the stars as they spread their sweet
leaves in the air and dedicate their
beauties to the night. BE not afraid.
The whole earth is peopled with fair
les and goblins-the very same you
met in your cradle--and the COLLINS
were made only to be overcome by the
fairies. So you be good, and brave,
SO you be noble minded, you may do
anything. You may
-bestride the gossamer,
That wantons in the idle, summer air,
And yet not fall.
This oak here talks like an oracle
and that pretty elm is Cinderella in dis
guise. How soft the grass is; how the
red light of the sun steals in among
the branches to warn us Of the coming
dusk, when the satyrs and the gypsies
will roam abroad, and the part of valor
will be the rescue Of damsels in dis
,ress. The owl boots. The curfew
tolls the knell Of parting day. The
bats fly i the solemn air. The hares
ale to the copses. The moon comes
out to shine on the walls of magic tow
ers and glimmer into the mirror Of
riyulet and lake. Be not afraid but
move forward, like Orlando, in quest
Of adventures. There is magic in
everything
| The brook that waters violet and rose
From hence to the enchanted palace flows.
All enchanted all peopled with en-
chanted beings the dells, meadows
and streams, stars and moonbeams, for
the good, grown-up nurselipgs, who
are true to one another, for love Is the
wizard of all life, and his wand Is
ever circling over faithful hearts.
Thus Bulwer speaks to us ever, such
being his philosophy, There is reason
to believ, that 10 his own personal ex
perience he did not find the world Sc
fair or love so potential. But he neve
loosed his hold to the end. The sam'
quiet stars were ever shining in the
same quiet skies which bend over hi
undoubting page. He was a hard
worker always. Born to great name
inheriting fair fortune, he made him
self the slave of hi. mind and fancy
and, if he leaves us nothing so impress
sive as Col.Newcome:and Capt. Cutie
! as Becky Sharp and Lady Dedlock, hi
at least has left mark on our pag
, which can never be etfaced. In tn
wears to come, and in the changes tina
thrust themselves into the fashion O
literary life, Bulwer may hold his owl
more tcnaciously than we can nov
fairly surmise that he will. This is 1
{ small matter. His death, whilst mo
mentarily lighting up the century o
English literature with the glare o
an exploding rocket, which, though
went not highest, has come down last
brings with it to thousands of old anc
middle-aged people the feeling Of sor
row that is kindled in loving minds b.
tidings that half-forgotten sweetheart
or well-remembered, long unsee'
schoolmate has dropped from TIT
maelstrom of the everything presen
into the Valhalla cloisters of the ever
living years. The common run OF dal
ly newspaper readers may not appre
: ciate this feeling but away Oft in tn
country, where people still have tim
to remember, to think and to regret, i
; will be understood and experienced
; Thus, the oldest being the last to 60
, passes from earth the most remarkabl
+ trio of imaginative writers who ever az
; peared contemporaneously in any lii
erature. When Bulwer was tamou
S Dickens was FASTING labels on pots {
a backing and Thackeray was wearin
{ the blouse of Chrst's Hospital School
. where Lamb had been before him
. They passed him on the road the
). left him behind them. lie wrote
g both of them kindly when they wei
O gone There was respectful frien(
q ship; friendship which was NJ
@ broken even by the intermeddling
a Mr.. Charles James Yellowplush while
v was broken only at the grave. The
4 are once more contemporaries in TIL
d fairy world which, each in his wa,
,e tried to conceive, and, conceivlng,
d realize in this [Courier.Journal'
,r THE STORY OF MISS HOWARD
v A melancholy interest attaches