New-York tribune., 1874-08-13

them perfect justice, OF course anu yeV w. mai IL
result remains representative Of them III my inlnu ~
lnits them and Axes tuem ana cant get them back
n'9 ns fae orht a e seat Ak Of the faults
friends it initiates them; they can never De 'no '''
afterwards, ~
And here IA a little hit OF landscape painting when
makes one sigh with dc2htcl discomfort for the srace
aud glory OF an italian Spring:
The Spring witch Venice comes In the sottenns ar
ana the perpetual azGTe o! tue heaven-' was
their senses all its miraculous love lrsS Ih
of the Veryains hal indeed confessed ~ IN M, "a
leaf ana bloom, bu; there it seemed on! In no -
novel effect OF the aT;ldre WHICH had bcth oe 10 VrtI
2 garden IN that city Oi s"he SHu ecd, hciT -
word suddenly opened before them WIZ
rs walls only tho sof curves o. farla hills were traced
and at hand the tcnder fe:l. ot ~ 1 Incl
The long garland Of vines that ieStonhs an ita5
10 begin in the neigabJriHs orchards; tne lhetuos
waved their tall grasses ~ ihe sup anu o,ohe ~ p ra
as the sea-waves break an irdesceht spS9 ' ' We
grown maize shook its cleaning Odues III tlv sil
popsrs marched IN stately pr9ce'on on b in
the straight, wnite road to Fa-da, III tIey , tin
the long perspective Tie blossoms MAJ IdItH io o
trees many weeks before Dut is a' icb "s here and
vague sweetness of the perfect spring, WhlC" o, S -
there gathered and deh1ed iisl as 'ne 'iI6 r ouo m
the grass cut the sGOre OF the cana" az" VI ''~ "
the mellow heat OF 1hc sun. ..,
Does one grow fastidious abont ones poetry Win
much reading Of The Auahc2 To save my lie canno'
get ND a wild enthusiasm over any OF the very creu't
able poems IN this number The best, as wen as the
longest-;oo long tor your columns-!s "A Nisoh VI
Lost Souls" by L. b. Moore O this tue cohcep''oh Is
strong and fine, While the execution Is unequal
Father" the woman prayed,
Hear what my bosom sdith,'
ia too commonplace for the passionate cry OF pure
SOUL standing the abode Of the lost, and seeking u
save her lover for whose sake has left tae shining
nights OF Heaven.
BE cOmforted, dear love"
The man spoke of the tWaln-
"Thy faith hath kiudied mne,
Deem not thy pleadlngs VAIN;
In each heart st some setd5
or love and hope remain"
The subject IS large and fac hut you feel all the time
the lack Of the large and hne Imagination which shouu
spritualiIe and glority 1t.
"Goody Grunsel's House." by Lucy Larcom' is New
England legend, with excellent morals but you miss
from IL the poeca atmo sphere and tender pathos OF
Hannah Binding Shoes" or Skipper Ben" Perh"ps
the most poetcalof the poems is "Anaogies Dy Edsar
Fawcett, which you shall read for yourselves;
l lounge against my g1rdengate
On one SIDE heaven the sun Dah-s ioN
Down one side crdWls the exhausted Storm
Tuat flashed and crashed an hOur ago
lounge see, with musnS eye
Two roses ana "a butterfly
One is a sumptuous iancuid rose,
That bows its heavy, lONeiN hed1,
While each fresh pe,tiS yevet curve
Burns with the same decp drowsy redj
Gree her subtle self (who knows0
Plotting new sorceries IN rose!
One is a pale pure bloom, with leaves
Like satin in their lustcrs mid,
Ualf-cOsed and fainter flushed than LOOKS
Tue chaste palm OF a itte chiid;
Or plak as late suusets are,
That yearn TO iecl the evening star
The butterfly's qulcR-quivering wings
Wear each the beudIngs Of such Aues
As IuIk IN some old tapesrys
Dim tuTmOis of gOds. crmsOns, bluesi
Wings where dull sulOldcrlEg color lies,
Lit richly with two peacock eyes
He cannot leave the great red rose;
lie hutters near 1t. 10th to part
From all the fragrant charm which glrds
That blood-irOp from Summers heart!
And q. g. . on the pale rose, gilmmerlng near,
one rain-dIOp spaTkes, Ike "a tear
little Etching" by W. W. Young. is also pretty. or
course tho book notices are excellent they usually
are aad altogether new Old friend is pleasant read
ing. l. C. ID