New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1873-12-03

Stated quite fairly and not malcouty the tneory was
briefly this Art has but one firm basis, inc utn VI
nature; and sound criticism has but one method, 10
ascertain in the first place what tue truth Is anu ,e
to praise artists condemn them exactly ia prOporto
to their conformity or non-conformlty 10 tie truth
No imaginable theory OF hne arr cond nave peon ot
agreeable to the English mind. PeOpe who Az thclt
lives long had felt uneasy selro0nsc!Oushess Wy,
they really knew nothing about the matter aDd o0nc
not see Into 10 with the most patient LOOKING, WetS
delighted to be told that art, after all, was ,nerey
the representation OF nature as II u, ac 1sS
would carefully observe what nature II, uEht ue,
like that fortunate young man OF toe,he wiz ~
what art Before the discOvery OF ths doctrine al
had been insdisissd6le people ict mar ~ % s",t d
existence as rainbow has, but IL was cuhstanIb ciu
ing critical rules and definitions, ana oouid nor De
gssped and fixed. after trying 10 lay uoio o, tls ,
pow for generations what comfort 1t was To nave nr
made as positive 0nd measurable ~ PARK wal, W y.
able TO 80 straight up 20 1t aud toneh ~ au I'm S
ones pocket footrule and settle its merits
by a simDle aTthmetcal operation INC new 40 t
which naturally Xists in every primitive and ignorant
%fter pointing out the comfort which the INDECENT ana
the unidea NAV find in the theories OF the literass'
Mr. HamertOn thus expresses his own conception VI 'no
better way:
maintain thqt in every work which pretends 10 90 a
work OF art the art itself and not what Is vuigay s
posed 20 be subject, Is the chief thing anu Una, 'o
art consists in n'enton selection Qniss"h,
passion, partially, eXaggerauou dmnutlon saooo
ton and condemnation, all which are Ia open uen""''
OF rigidity Of liberalism -.
Another volume about TO be Issued by ROBERTS
Brothers is Verses by Ii. H." This new eduon com
prises not only the former little book with inc suo
modest title but as many more now poems Inc me
chanical execution Of the work is notably me- nc
head and pieces, aud the little Vgnette on INC ~
page are exquisitely conceived; ana the paper "'u
printing are both Of the best. As for the literary
quality OF tue volume, the best critics have Already ~
signed TO H. H. her high place in our catalogue OF
authors she S. without doubt the most highly intel
lectual of our female poets. II one bad any complaint
to make of her first volume it that the poems were
too purely intellectual too little emotional 10 seems TO
that the poems, while not inferior to the Others
in point OF literary art have in them more OF fervor
and Of feeling; more OF mat lyric sweetness which
catches the attention aud makes the song sing itself
over and over afterwards, in the remembering brain
How charming aud how heartfelt Is this little cot OF
poetcal suggestion:
TWO TRUrEs.
Dating" he said, 81 never meant
To hurt yOu;" and his eyes were wet.
al would nos hurt you Tor inc WOIld
Am 10 blame II forgetP
"Forc1ve my selfish tears - she cried,
Forgive i new thai it was not
Because you meant TO hurt me, sweet
knew 1t was that you forgot
But all the same, deep in her heart
Rankled this thought and randes yet
when love is at ITS best one loves
80 much that be cannot forget
And who that has ever found some shy. late rose
which the winds had forgotten TO despoi some shy
late JOY which had not FACED with the Summer ont
would like to gather and his bosom nis mower
A WILD ROSE eEPTEVDIR
o wild red rose. what spell has stayed
Til thy > INNER OF Oc4i-ut0
Where mid the south wind when nc lhld
IIIs neat ON thine these Autumn nights
O Wild red rose Two faces glow
AZ sight OF thee, aud two hearts share
All thou and thy south wind can know
or sunshine III this Autumn air.
sweet wild rose strong south wind
The sunny roadside asks reasons
WAY such secret summer aud,
Forgetting calendars and seasons
Alas red rose, thy petals wilt
Our loving hands tend thee ~ vain
Our thou htless tOucn seems Ike a quit;
AL, could Ne make thee live agalnl
Yet 10y. wild rose ! BE glad, south wind
Immortal wind immortal rose
We shall live on, IN two hearts shrined,
With secrets which no words disclose.
AID here she has pat into music the pain and th6
IL rnnntat fnn