The Wheeling daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1865-1903, 1875-06-24

highly esteem. This proposal filled Miss
Flanner with dismay. Remembering
that she had commenced the acquaint'
ance, she reflected that tacit agreement
to the poets wish would place her in the
character Of q Wooer. An ardent ad,
mirer Of Halleck's poems, nothing could
have afforded more pleasure thanto have
met him, but under the circumstances
she felt that she must not encourage his
coming. Her reply was posted At Wash
ington, whittier she sent i in care Of a
relative, and to that address the poets
subsequent letters we're sent. She eluded
all his efforts to discover her identity,
and remained to him always "An Ellen
Of the mind"-"A being Of the air"
insert here an additional extract from
one Of the letters, page Ss7;
"You must not believe for an instant
that the shadow Of ingratitude ever
passed over the least Of the favors you
have bestowed on me. Youwould not II
you knew how constitutiolally and habit
ually cold, indifferent and indoIent am,
and yet how long and how deyotedly /
have knelt before the idol Of my fancy,
the beau ideal Of my Imagination, or wit.
messed the reception OF the Mirror, and
the impetuous ebb and flow Of the vital
current OF my heart as the portrait Of
'FitE Greene Halleck met my eye, and |
felt the conviction that he is NOT
A being Of the air.
while for o moment / expected to see the
curled lip relax and the spirit Of Democri-
tus become audible. You tell me it ia an
ugly likeness. What would you have
me believer Though four or Eve hun
dred milesdiyide US, and in all probability
ever will, space that might veil my
blushes, II l should have the grace to
blush, yet | will not tell you all think
about 1t, would go a pilgrimage to
look on the magnificent brow and elO-
quent eye, but not for worlds would |
one moment brook the satirical mockery
which the lower part Of the face expresses.
| have framed II to preserve il from In
jury, but 1t is not my purpose to tell you
where | have hung 1t nor how often |
look at'it, nor how impatient am some
times with the placid immobility with
which 1t looks on all the fanciiul apos-
trophies and sonnets addressed to II as
pathetic as PetrarCh's, and quite as
sincere, though, unfortunately the COM
parison ends there. And I am only
less obliged to you for the Mirror it.
self, Is It our poet Bryant who has
written the beautiful and appropriate
eulogy on your writings and SO graceful
ly aud candidly yielded you the palm ?
lie has written many good things that do
honor to his taste and judgment, and this
Is one Of them. shall always think the
better Of my humble opinion for its hav-
ing been originally like Bryant's, especi.
ally with regard to Marco Bozzaris' and
Red jacket
/ do not mean to latter you, and the
opinion Of rustic damscl, who has never
in her life seen the inside Of q ball room
or theatre and who has no pretensiOns
to learning or wisdom, would be utterly
impotent were II not in accordance with
the voice Of Fame, and by critics and ri.
walls admired"
But | must stop and close. with the
closing words OF the Journal article
They never met; wealth OF possible
happiness was left untouched.
"For him the aloe mover bIOomed,"
We can but wonder II she whose thoughts
found such natural expression In poetry
never, In looking back over the years Of
the past, repeating to herself the lines by
Me- Tniia Mad ITnun,