Litchfield enquirer., 1877-12-27

tious but the work is plainly the simple, pa- thetic outcome of heart that, having much music, and now then sweet inspiration in it, naturally takes to the poetic form of expres- sion. .1, ,'''... sr. .'-
 The subjects treated are as old as poetry: the sadness of winter and the old year. the gayety of spring, and the beauty of summer and autumn the roll of the waves, and the beauty, grandeur and desolation of the sea; the plumage and the song of the birds, and the simple ways, and loves, and delights of summer country life and, above all, the sad present, Death, and the joyful reunions and intending bliss of the future. Often the dic- tion is careless and the images are common place, but there is enough of the elation, or of the sadness of poetic feeling to touch the heart of the reader. m
 Our space will not admit of more than 8 few specimens and those perhaps not the best from this little volume From the memories of the Dying Year" we clip the following lines: Q. Hark. to the mufied tread of centuries! ' .tT- From that mohore, ,--the Psst--they hither come s~s .s And snowy shropd beneath are spread. wAile moan The sorrowins winds reournfnl requiem.
 She says of one of the various Faces we Meet" !elf' fg;! .5 sF.a u .ts FsGf Nass.
 While othets--the iron hand of Sin ac
 Branding sach line and sentence in-- IS g8 1t'' Leaving foseyeE it's haFrawing trase,. g9vp . sar Where once @ was purity, bsauty, aud grace, a - ..E. The s0ulS deep scars ''i '- .s''
 Like iron bars ttis ~ lttt.t. i,< -,.l, 1. 'f- Ger windows bright, 5fs.... .sio 2 ...T -4- The visage mars; ,. ..
 And we read d,-"Life's wild bacchanalian song,
 The province of selfishness, ruin, and wrong !"a
 fi -1ftCtA 1-----3 Jiie e ;s&r 5u6 l. .s ..USDRR THE SNow. "''.'' aired T-'
 With jewels earfh's bosom is gleaming .,. Iu the moonlight cold and clear, i '-i
 Earth all robed for the bridal, - ..
 For she Seddeth the glad New Year W . s.
 Calm, majestic, and lovely, . ....
 With an air of quee, ly pride, i''.' '''
 AS she waiteth the bridegroOms coming,
 Is the radiant. peerless bride. -F!t sa.a<s
 O'er glen, and by crystal streamlets F. -i 51'i4 That have long forgotten to flow,
 Who knoweth what myrlads of hcwurets In their messy beds lie low,
 Only waiting the genial sunshine, ...,. se' And voice of the woodland songster 1-+ To call them forth again7 -g.s.t,... .. ,.F s..
 An, there's many heart that's hidden ~ s5 Like summer's waiting flowers, s,-ss .h Meath cold reserve and darkness, .- i.- .... In this winter world of ours,
 Only waiting hopes knd beaming - 0ai AfectioHs genial glow, 1f.r -t,+- -r.. t. To waken to life and beauty, ..5. .... What now hes-uadeT the sTop - lg One of the prettiest of these little pieces, "Agnes Allen, "-a sort of petition in aid of Contentment," if we may adopt the legislative style and title for bit of imaginative art-is too long for quotation, but the following is & good sample of the poets work 2o2 P" .o THE POLLING BELL.
 Hark how they break on the wintry air.
 Those unduiatins waves,- i 1't' i,ff As they sob, and moan, with monotone |. Tsaii i That tells of world of Grases!i .gsd vuicJsfE
 How they tremble, aud sigh, then in distance die. As the wild blast hurries on: t'.' 7-fsslt''H 1 Like some wailing spirit on wsaried wing, r. i1 2 | They pass. and for aye are gone.ls3I ID g. 1 For the vanquished soul 'H 1 Freed from earths sorrow and sin. | a While the golden bells of the city of God | a-' Are ringing its welcome in .-s..F I Years of innocence. love, and joy,
 s,z Ambition, hope and care,--s.-..a ...zs. 1 Years of toib temptation, and tears, =
 All are Foi sSs shs pu..s. s,.. smooth the locks o'sr that brow so cold: x 3f
 Another ,ss slsmosrsr, s,,a mother sa,sh' ia i.I I'kN Enreptared soul.-- it'!fT- sF1 @fitH dli Thou hast reached thy goai, ss, sa.l. <. s Freed from earths sorrow and sin, 4 gss | The pearly gates of the city of Cad V = I 'f5s'i Are opened to welcome thte in sig # | Ton.-toll, l,-toll How the vibrations roll
 Der mount. and vaie and main, 4'+s8 g ''T Thrilling the soul with solemn awe s. -s l. g As it echoes the rad refrain.- sf ~.v...f r..
 Clone are beauty. aioyeiiness. woith. ...-.-
 "Yet round the radiant throne abovea 4 fsg U They shine with pussr ray.n yGl;rt75 t s.JIsf
 oh.r''eeP toned bell, with thy mournful kneli. ., Cease ye to toll @ 4~ss l The vanished soul, i5's fi- Esi7s \ Sr9# For, freed from all sorrow and sin, The gc.den bells of the caty ef God f-re if Are riusinsits welcome in .s,4 z. sz..e We ought not to pass over some of the evi- dences of inartistic carelessness in this lady'e work. Take the stanzas from Faces we Meet, given above, .'scars'I at the end of the fifth line is plainly pominativeIto tnars,, at the end of the eighth line, sacrifice of gram. mar to rhyme considerably beyond the limits of poetic license.r We repeatedly find ';listr used with an objective as insthe following line: 'ssizi ? r tsf.a y ss1ssgl 1 | sit and l.st the oceans o.li. ' zss
 List" is an intransitiye verb and the forego- ing use of it is certainly incorrect hab .Isso4s | The following lines are the fruit of imper- feet observation 7 v ' '5s..' '. F ''ass.s s 2. 1 The meadow lark in Quahergrass U fss Kas. lI a9i Hpes rom his lesfy bower. ia tsas l,oit The plumage. of the meadow lark is net Qua ker gray, but he is a rather gay bird with brown Nack, and a yellow breast marked with 8 brilliant black spot in its center. u Neither does he pipe from '.leafy bower, ,rs being no frequenter of the woods, but the meadow bird his name implies .ss ss.' '...s ss5's' 3. 1. Forced rhymes and obscure metaphors are not infrequents but in .Driving Home the Cows, !" which we regret that we have not room to reprint. wa are given as simple and pretty little idyl as ever comes under the nro- saic eye of the country editor.