New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-01-10

To them there Ia little doubt that Richardson owes most
OF the consideration which is stl awarded 10 MS "oh
Mrs Barbauld required through TINS periou OF "c"is
anxiety all the solace and diversion che couid hnu ~
literature and in friendship At last u was terminated
nv an awful horror Mr. Barbauld was found drowned
in the New RIVER Nov. II, 1908. HIS wies grlei was
deep and lifelong. but quiet-tempercd By Christian
resirnation and held in check by constant occupation
She was GJ at that time but she accepted aproposi 10
edit Collection Of the British NovesS' ana SET ne'
self about the task with all her accustomed energy
She OF her best poems aftef TINS; anu
indeed she went on writing, almost to the very END OF
her days Dr. Charming called on her IN 1s22-she was
an old lady OF 70 then-and was much uehRh'eo WIN '
visit. In 1923, she wrote:
What does life offer at past so lat which venerable age
I arrived one day last Juneli And believe you Will
allow that there is not much OF new, OF annating OF
inviting TO be met with amer that age. For my own
part, only find that many things l knew, have tor
nothing about some things / know, have found not
worth knowing; and some things would give VIVA, ;,
would not give ito know, are beyond inc reach Vi
human ken.
And again, the next year, she said
am arrived at period when life has more TO give
BODY and mind when the great tendency to inaction
rest and when all subjects Of thankfuness or CON
little You suffer- Then the powers OF strve-how
vainly Ito penetrate the vail to pierce the thiek ah
ness that the FUTURE life seems OF no value put
for what beyond IT, and even views OF the future
perhaps cheerful or gloomy according 10 the weather
nerves.
It was in 1924 that Crabbe Robnsca wrote of her she
is but the shade Of her former sef but venerable
shade She is 81 years old but she retains her cheerful
ness, and not afraid Of death" And soon inc
death which sho waited so calmly came to her. Tor
she passed away quietly on the 9th OF March, s2'
in sd year of her and after only few days oil
severe illness.
Mrs Elliss second volume is composed entirely OF
selections from Mrs Barbauld's works. This task OF
has moi uGiCIOusly
performed. As for the works themselves, one feels
toward them a s Mark Twain did toward his bahy-one
respects them. The prose is certainly 1uil OF "suo
temperate judgment, and pure IN STYLE Inc poeuy'
In spite of it's odashioned and sereotyped iormaues
its "The Muse invites my Delia-haste-away manner
ia not without the true poetic fire, and often very
beautiful; but, a Mrs. Barbauld herself says IN
one OF her admirable critical essays, 1t Is equally
true Of books OF their authors, that one
generation passeth away. and another cometh' Mfs
Barbauld's generation has passed away-the puohc OF
to-day is faster public than the public OF her tine
They have established the railroad and the telegraph IN
Mace of the stage coach and the mouaed postman, and
now they crave corresponding raphty of thought and
swiftness OF Judgment and yivacy Of expression. TIE
change is inevitable and it would be OF no use TO COZ
tend against 1t; but Ia Lot always Tor INC
better Ii Will he long before any OF
the swift moderps will write paper
embodying practical wisdom and real sagacity
than Mrs Barbaud's essay on Educanon;" and TINS
volume OF her works is eminentlv worthy place III all
modern libraries Some Of her poems-but these no
doubt are the ones she herself would have held IN light
est esteemwoud be successful to-day az they were
when they we're first published Read FOR instance,
this charming diagnosis OF the symptoms OF love:
Come here, fond youth. whoeer'thou he,
That boasts to love as well as me-
And If thy breast have felt 50 widc WOub1,
Come hther. aud thy flame approve;
TN teach thee what II ~ 10 love.
And by what marks true passion may De Io.hu'
tits TO be all bathed in tears;
To live upon a smile for years;
To lie whole ages at q beautys feet
TO kneel, to languish, ana inpOrc
And siill. though she dsdain, adore -
tits to do all this. and think thy sufeTings sweet
II is to gaze upon hereyes
With eager 10Y and fond SURPRISE
Yet tempered with such Chasie and awful fear
As wretches feel who walt their DOOM;
Nor must one ruder thought presume,
Though but in whispers Dreathed, 10 mcct Let ear
II Is to hope though hope lost;
Though heaven and earth Thy passion crossed
Though she bright az santed queens apoye,
That folds his flock upon the plain
Yet. If thou darst not nope, thou Gost not love.
IL IL TO queneh thy JOY in tears.
To nurse strange doubts and gioJihdless ieaisi
II pangs of Jealousy thou has not proyo',-
Though she f0nder and more true
Than any nymph old poets drew
o, never dream again that thOu hast loved!
II, when the darling maid is gone,
Thou dost not seek 10 be alone,
Wrapt in pleasing trance OF tender woe,
And muse. and fold thy languid arms,
Feeding thy fancy on her charms,
Thou dost not lOve,-for love lie nouIiebed so.
II any hopes thy bosom share
But those which Love has planted theie,
Or any cares but IIs thy breast enthIaii,-
Thou never yet his power hast KNOWN
Love sits "a despOtic throne,
And reigns tyrant, II he Ieigns 81 all
Now If thou art 20 lost thing,
Here all thy tender sorrows brng.
And proye whose patience longest can endure.
Wen strive whose fancy shall he iost
In dreams OF fondest passion most;
For If thou thus hast loved, . mover nope cure
Perhaps the poem of Mrs. Barbaulds which VIII 1--we
longest is The one entitled Lie"
Life know not what thou art
But know that thou and mus. part;
And when, how, or where me met
own 10 mes "a secret yet.
But this | know, when thou art Ted,
Where'er they lay these limbs, thls mead
No coG so vauccss shall he,
As all that then remains OF Ine.
o whittier, whittier dost 1hou ny,
Where bend unseen thy trackess course
And IN this strange divorce,
All, tell where / must seek this compound 2
Life! we've been long together
Through pleasant and through clondy weather;
"Tis hard 10 part when friends are DEAR
Perhaps twill cost sigh, a tear;
Then steal away, give niue warning
Choose thine own time;
Cav not Good Nght,-but in sOme Dr. ghter cline
Bid me Good Morning.
ANYTHING more exquisite than this last s;anza-ten
der sad and hopeful all at onceit would be hard to
find No wonder that she whose faith could thus utter
itself passed on cheerfuly and without regret to owen
among the immortals. L. G. ~
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