New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1874-09-17

,rrs Nora Perry's Romance OF Rose IL grace
full IL reminds little OF Bret Harte's charming
Newport Romance" perhaps only because the scene
OF both In Newport, in the time Of the admiral
Rochambeau" Miss Perry has musical quality which
makes whatever che does worth notice. Her songs
TO sng themselves but there less depth OF feel
ing less passion Of emotion her Hitting lays than 10
the intenser strain OF Harriet Prescott sponord whose
poem iu this number entitled Listening" VIII give
you by way Of illustration:
Her white hand flashes on the strings,
Sweeping a swift and silver chord
And wild ana strong the great harp rings
Its thrpng of throbbing tones Abroad
Music and moonlight make bloom
Throughout the rich and somDer roo"'
oh sweet the long and shverinR swels'
And sweeter still the lingering now
Delicious remembered bells
Dying in distance lODg ago, - h,oun
When evening winds from heaven W. -
-' And the heart yearned for Things u"A"0
Across the leafy window place ,on
Peace seals the stainless sapphire "ooP'
His 1uenchiess lamp lifts, half asleep
pace broods where falling waters how'
Peace where the heavy roses biow'
And on the MINDLESS atmosphere
Wait all the fragrances OF June;
the Summer night is hushed 10 near
the passion Of the ancient tune:
. Then why these sudden tears that start:
Aud why this pierced ana achips hcs'
All Iistenl We and all our pain
Are mortal, and divine the sonR'
J,iiv onr topmost hight We gain
IL spurns that hight. and 1ar along
seeks i'm the heavens its splendid marx,
And we fall backward on the dark
csha Tbaxer writes some verses whose motif 10 that
the earth is full Of farewells-a tale whch Longehow
and let us say mildly million of other poets nave tou
ms before all sweetly but in mournfu numbers; ana
still the fact is as new TO each rven heart as DEATH or
love- There touch of the supernatural IN Ehzaoetn
Stuart Phelps's "That was on Sea or Land,
which gives 1t mystic charm and raises IL Tar ABOVE
the level OF the commonplace. Altogether TINS ior'h
coming number Of The Atlantic ia rich In poetry Especf
ally as 1t contains Ramon" spirited poem py bret
Harte in his very best vein The scene Is laid at Fl
Rofugio Mine, Northern Mexico:
Drunk and senseless in his place,
Prone and sprawling ON his lace,
More like brute than any man .......r
BY his great pump out OF gear
Waking only just to hear,
Angry tones that called his name,
Oaths and cries Of bitter blame $50,
Woke TO hear all this, and waking, turned ana heu'
ITO the man who'll bring to me-"
Cried Intendant Harry Lee -. .. .I.
Harry Lee the English foreman OF the mlne'-
Bring the sOt alive or dead
Will give 10 him." he said, .
Fifteen hundred pesos down. ..rr......
Just TO set the rascaPs crown
Underneath this heel OF NINE:
Since but death 49,. - ,..r
Deserves the man whose aeed,
Be IL vice want OF heed, .ItN
Stops the pumps that give us breath
From the poisoned lower levels OF the MINER
No one answered, for q cry
Prom the shaft rose up on high;
And shutting scrambling tunblug from pelow,
Came the miners each the holder
Mounting the weaker's shoulder,
Graphing. cnGng to their hold OF
Letting 20,
As the weaker gasped and fell
From the ladder TO the we'll
To the poisoned pit OF hell
Down below
ITO the man who sets them free"
Cried the foreman Harry Lee
Harry Lee the English foreman OF the mlne,--
Brings them out and sets them free,
will give that man." said lie,
"Twice that sum- VINO with a rope
Face to face with Death shall cope
Let him come VINO dares to hope J"
Hold your peace I" some replied,
Standing by the foremans side;
I" There has one already gone, whoe'er he Der
Then they held their breath with awe,
Pulling on the rope, and saw
Painting figures reappear,
On the black rope swinging clear
Fastend by some skillful hand from below;
Till score the level gained,
Aud but one alone remained,-
lie the hero aud the last,
He whose skllliul hand made fast
The long line that brought them back TO hope and
cheer ] d.
Hagcard, gasping, down dropped he
At the feet OF Harry Lee
Harry Lee, the Eugiish foreman OF the mine;
Z" have come' he gasped, ito claim
Both rewards Senior, my name
Is Ramon!
I'm the drunken engineer
Pun the coward, Senior Here
lie fell over, by that sign
Dead as stone L. c. II.