New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1876-03-26

thetrees which he has saved from the axe,
!. and to see just once with him the distant
sunset which he has described as only
Turner would have painted it."
It was singular that her voice never
fell at the end of her discourse, as with
most people, but on the contrary rose, and
always ended in tremulous, questioning
tone. She always spoke up, never down.
to people. The melody of her sentences
was like that of child's asking, els it
not, father" Something pleading lay in
her tone, and it was almost impossible to
contradict her.
"Wordsworth, said I, sis dear to me
as poet, and still dearer as o man; and
as one often has fuller, more beautiful,
livelier view from little hillock, climbed
without trouble, than from Mont Blanc,
after having assembled it with toll and
difficulty, thus feel with Wordsworth's
poetry. At first he often seemed COM
| monplace to me, and frequently have
laid down his poems and could not un
derstand how the best minds Of the Eng
land of to-day could entertain such ad
miration for him. But convinced my
self that no poet, in any language, whose
nation, or the intellectual aristocracy of
| his countrymen, recognize as e. poet,
should remain unemployed by Us. Ad-
miration is an art that we must learn.
Many Germans say, Racine does not suit
US. The Englishman says: Goethe I
do not understand the Frenchman,
Shakespeare is peasant And what
does this mean? Nothing more than
when child says it likes waltz better
than symphony Of Beethoven. The art
is to find out and to understand what.
every nation admires in its great men,
and he who seeks the beautiful will at last
find and see it, so that even the Persians
are not mistaken in their Hafiz, nor the
Indians in their Kalidasa. One does not
understand great man all at once. To
do SO requires strength, courage and per-
severance, and it is strange that that
which pleases US at first, seldom enchains
us long"
'And yet," she continued, 8: there is
something that all great poets, all true
artists, all heroes upon earth, have in
common, be they Persian or Indian,
Heather or Christian, Roman or leu
ton-that isl do not know what to call |
it-but it is the infinite that seems to lie
behind them; a distant glance into the
everlasting; a dedication Of the smalles.
and most transitory. Goethe. the great |
heather, knows the sweet peace that is
from Heaven, and when he sings,
uebe. alien @isf.lr
ST Sub;
Sin allen 0ipfelr
Griref bu
Gaum e!nen !Sauh
Die G6alein itweissr III 9Sa!ec,
Warte nur. babe
8ubef tu aud .
Over every SUNNI.
La rest
In all the tree tops
Tracest thou
Scarcely BREATH
The birdlings hush in the forest.
Wait, and thou also
Shortly shalt rests
'does there not open over the high tops
If the fir trees an infinite expanse, q rest
which the earth can not give?
with Wordsworth this background is
never missing, and Knockers may say
What they will, it is only the supernatu-
al, be it ever SO yelled, that charms and
ouches the human heart. Who under
'tood earthly beauty better than Michael
Angelo? But he understood it because it
vas to him reflection of supernatural
,eauty. You know his sonnet:
la fora dun bel volto al ciel nj sproaa
(Ch altra in terra non Q che mi diletti).
E vino ascenda ira gil spirit elett.
GraZia ch' ad nom mortal rarO 81 dOna.
81 ben col suo FattO ropea consuona
Cha lui me ievo per divin cancetti;
quivi infOrmo pensier tutti 9 detti;
Addend0 amendO per gentil persona.
lnde, Sc mai da due begli occhi il guarda 1
Iorcer non 80, canOscO in lOr La luce
Che mi mostra la via cha Dio mi guide;
- sc mel lame lar0 acesso in ordo
Nil nobil foco milo dolce riluce Il
La gioja che mel cielo eterna ride. La
The might of one fair face sublimes nv love IL
or it hath weaned my heart from low desires
sOr Oeatn noeO nor purgatOrlal fires. 1
ny beauty, antepast of Joys above +
nstructs me in the bliss that saints approve;
or OH how good, how beautiful must be
he God that made so good thing as thee. Z
0 fair an image Of the heavenly dove
Orgive me If l can not turn away g
rom those sweet eyes which are my earthly | !,
heaven;
or they are guiding stars benignly given r
o tempt my footsteps to the upward way;
nd if dwell too fondly in thy sight d
live and love in God 8 peculiar light r
She became exhausted and was silent y
low could disturb this silence? When, t,
ter friendly interchange of thoughts hu- n
AN hearts feel satisfied and are silent we f.
y an angel is passing through the room, :,
i'd it seemed to me that heard over our a
eads the soft futtering of the wings of :,
10 angel of peace and love. While my !;
ance rested on her her, bodily veil y
emed TRANSPORTED in the dusk of the -
INNER evening. and only her hand, which :,
held in mine, gave me the sense of her y
al presence. Suddenly bright glow 4
Il upon her face. She felt it, opened o.
+ eyes and looked at me with surprise Il
ne wonderful lustre of her eyes, which 81
e half closed eyelids covered as veil, q,
anced like lightning. I looked around
and saw that the moon had risen in y
r full splendor between two hills oppo- m
to the castle, and illuminated the lake "
ID village with friendly smiles. Never Il
ID 1 seen nature, never had seen her =
ar face SO beautiful neuor had snnh