New-York tribune., 1875-10-16

Hero in the dim colonial time
or sterne- lives and gOOmier 1aith,
woman lived, tradition SATIN,
Who wrought her neighbors foul annoy, ,o
And witcbcd and plagued the cOuDtry-sde'
Till at the hangnan's Is hand she uled
The second part opens with description Of the pleas
ant harvest time ana usking irOlc iu Esek hafdehs
- And thther came young men s and mai maids
Beneath moon that large ana low
Lii that sweet eve OF long age.
They gathered together in merry groups, apd laugh
and jest, and song went round.
But sin the sweetest voice wae mute
That river valley ever heard
From lips Of maid, or throat of bird;
For Mabel Martin sat apart,
And let the hay-Inuws shadow fall
UtOn the lOVecst lace OF ALL
And lovely indeed, is the picture Miss Hallock has
made of her. sitting there her grsh grace, with the
ips which ven are sure were made or smiling, curved
sorTowfuy a ericved childs ara the shy eyes LOOK
ug never beyond the ear Of between her fingers
She sat apart a. one forbid,
Who know that none would condcsSrnd
To oNn the wiicA-wifes child a friend
Since curious thousands thronged TO see
Her mother al the gillOws-tiee;
And mocked the prisonpasied lmbs
That fHltprci on the fatal stairs,
And wan lip trembling with It's prayers!
Tloy went up TO their homes that day,
AS men and Christians iGstihcd:
God wilied IL, and the wretch had died!
Dear God and Father Of US all,
Forgive our faith in cruel lies
Forgive the blindness that denies!
Forgive thy creature when he takes,
For the atlpeilect love Thou art,
SOIIS grim creation oi nis heart!
picture full Of pathos is that Of Mabel hneelng
her dosOate heathstonc after her mother is bured and
wrestling with her fate The face s hidden but the eN
preston the bowed figure the helpless, clasped hands,
the prostute head, tell the whole story OF hearbreak
and despair.
Nls;ut
Aud dreary fell the Wiut nights.
when, one Dy one, the neiglborihg lights
Went out and human sounds grew stiu,
Closed round the hearth-tro's dying spark
And Summer days were sad aud long,
And sad the uncOmpauionld ewes,
Aud sadder sInset-unted leaves,
And Indian Summers airs OF balm;
she scarcely felt the soft c@Tefs,
The beauty died of loneliness.
Tho very schoolboys jcorcd her she passed; at
church she ietpursued by everywhere she was
alone One understand how, driven 10 desperation
by this strange isolation, she went among the merry
huskers She would sit in the shadow, and would
heed her she thought; but She meantime, she could
feel ittlc of human fellowship, hear the merry
making sound and the brightness Of Tie fcsta scene
little thing TO SEEK but for Mabel Martin too much
since even there cruel found her out and cruel lips
repeatod her shame She made answer but drew her
apron over her face and fed away sObbng. Then Esek
Harden spoke in her defense Looking 40 him, with
Miss Hallock for int rprCtcr you see middleaged man
OF Goodly presence-a man worldly In his day
and generation but yet honest and true. He
uttered few strong, bold words, and then
he left his guests and went the
fields toward the desoate home whittier Mabel had hur
Ied She had gone again into the shadow Of her Onel
She wondered whether Esek Harden who seemed
10 her the noblest and brves of monhad scoued her
with the rest No doubt he hadwas she not acCursed
And in her agony she prayed to dc-a wild cry for
release which Esek Harden drawing nigh must have
heard.
In an instant ne stood before her He called her name
as no one mad called it before. out Of night and
lonclness he lifted her into warmth and light and
crowned her fair young forehead with his love Aud
then
lie led her through his dewy fields,
TO where the swinging lanterns glowed.
And through tie doors the huekers showed.
And then lie introduced her TO them his chosen wife
II Il a simple tender lovely idy which well deserves its
lavish adornments The landscape illustrations IN
MT Morans best and Mis- Hallock has treated the
figures with al her accustomed grace and more than her
accustomed yigor. The paper is sumptuous and the
printing admirable. Altogether it is an exceptionally
perfect book.
Osgood Co will have ready this week A storybook
for the Children" by Mrs A. NJ Dsz 1t is adapted for
the little people of 10 years old and under and is full Of
the cuunmgcSt little stores imaginable. Mrs Daz has
certainly marvellous gift In writing FOR the young folks,
who all adore her.
This week the Kennett Edition Of Bayard Taylors
translation of Faust will he ready; also s'odmans 5
"VicOriln Poets " asmalsized edition of the Auocra
Of the Breakfast Table :" the Library Edition Of Thaci
erays Miscelanies and Jules Vernes Adventures OF
Captain Hatteras" did not mean TO read the last, for
have a mild quarrel with Jules Verne for writing
much and for not always writing well but hrgan II by
turning over few pages while waiting for dinner And
having begun. the tunc held mc Ike the eye Of tic
Ancien: Mariner and read Il from beginning To end II
story Of Arctic IL piOraOn, and Is IN Nernes hest
vein-a best which IL ycrS-SuOd indeed L. c. N.