, 1877-10-21
BOSTON,.
Edmund Stedman's New Book of
Poems.
Hawthorne and Phil Kearny-The Lords
Day Gale and Other Gems.

i Hawthorne and Phil Kearny-The Lord
$ Day Gale and Other Gems
: Special Correspondence Of The Tribune.
BOSTON, Oct 17.-Lct me turn to the lit
} new book OF Edmund Clarence Stcdman'
| which j. Z. Oseood will bring out shortly, Al
] which is now lying before nc IN advance sheet
Here is book which needs no printed mari
| OF applause brackcted in to show the reada
where to lngcr and admire. 1t is not bulk
volume. There are only twenty poems, and tt
whole number Of pages is but 134. But it seen
to nle that there has been no book Of poems Il
long time that is in any way comparable wit
this Certainly none of the later books {
Longfeliow, or Holmes, or Lowell, or Whittier
show the fresh charm OF these poems, whic
have the simple title Of stHawthorne and Othe
Poeuls,'' and arc dedicated to the friend as vel
US publisher OF the author, Ben njamin Hol
TIcKnor. 'sHawtfiorpe +" was read before th
| society Of the Phi Beta Kappa at Harvard las
June. From first line to last 1t is a most per
feet poem. showing traces Of the fine student
yet breathcd upon by that full sweet breath o
the universal soul which makes it not only
poem for the few but tho many. 1t isn't otter
4
| THAT DULL, RESPECTABLE ASNiyEK5AHf OF
| EDUCATIONAL SHOWS
to listen to such strains Us these:
! What sibyl 10 him bore
The secret druCles that move and haunt?
! At nights dread noon he scanncd the enchanted
Ay, and himself the warloc}'s mantle wore.
Nor to The thronging phantouls said Avannt,
l;ut waved lis rod anu bade them Else and pass
Till thus he drew the ucalnents OF men
Who fought the old colonial battles three,
Who with the Iustihood Of Nature warred
And made her docile,
WEestled with Terror and with Tyranny,
Twin wardens OF the scauod aud tue sword.
Tie drew his native land,
The few and rude plantations Of her Past,
Frin.ed ''y the beaches OF her sounding shore;
Her Children, llt drew them, there they stanu:
There, too, her Present. with an outing cast
Still from the shape those other centuries wore.
Bcttmes tlic orchards and the clover-ticis
ChanSe sntu woods U'crshadOwin, host
That winds along The Massachusetts Path;
The sword Of Staud>h shields
The, Plymouth band, and where the lewd ones
Stern Endicott pours out his godly wrath.
Two natures in him strove
Like day with night, his sunshine and his gloom
To him the stern forefatf,ers' creed descended,
The weight of some tnrIDTIble JUye
Prcjndslng from the cradle to the tomb;
lilt therewithal the lghtsome laughter blended
Or that arcadian sweetness undfelnused
Which finds III Love ,ts law, and s1aces still
! nc FO0G, ttt f1tnjtental synlE0l WUru.-
Which secs, beyond the shade,
The Naiad nymph Of every ripping rlll,
And hears quick Fancy wind her willful horn,
There have been gavcr themes than this |
lhcse tinc lines it is not at all likely brought
jown The house and set
rllE QUONDAM BASEBALL PLAYERS TO STAMP
IS Holmes funny oddities and local hits would
lave uoue; but they are lines to sink it1to the
memory, aud now, when they are placed before
t.5trIH f1 f,r4 kfHerr
oosscssion And then the lyrics in this little
'uok. We need not run to Tcnnyson fur
ongful, tuneiul lays and ballads when we can !
.et at home such mellow music and pathos as
us in ''The Lor!'s-Day Gale" ''All in Life
inle,' and s'ke.arny Ut Seven Plnes.' Some
{ US have seen this
STORY OF Phil KEARsY
cforc; but to d host of people it will be new. |
nd it will be fresh always to all Of us, and to
very lover of the true ballad How ne see the
gay IRISH soldicr-in this riurinr
ersc:
ow he strobe his brown etced! How re saw his
blade brighten
In the one hand still left,-and the reins in bis
c laughed like bog when the holidays beighten,
But y soldiers glance shot from his visor be-
p came the reserves to the mellay internal,
Asking where to go in. through the clcaring or =
Q, anywhere! Forward! 'Tiy all the same, :
fou'll dud lovely fighting along the whole line" :,
This has the real Irish ring in it, as much as l
c poems Of the Irish potts, James Clarence Il
angan and Thomas Davis, which arc marye1s +.
rhythmic flow. In the Lord s-DaY Gale, while ! -
c tempest tears and rends the Gloucester |
ct, which is out at sea, We yet the opposite | =
:ture, the shine Of the sun against the shadow /
verses like this: m
@ bedtime bells IN Gloucester Town ne
HAT sabbath night ran. soft and clear; ~
c sailors children laid them down. ii.
>ear Lord! their sweet prayers colldst Thou "
hear? m
i said that gently blew the winds: nj
L Soodw1scs, through the scAwart blinds l.
ookcd down the bay and had no fear.
5ut Que might go on quoting cndIessly until | III
little book was all told, so fascinating are to
Sc lyrics to 4 lyric lover. But, closing here. n
me present one more verse aud ask if Swim {
ne or Joaquin Miller Call match this melody r.
manter: -
know not II moonlight or starlight
lie soft Oil the land and The sea, - ce
catch but the near light the far light, y
.u OF eyes that are burning for me; T.,
The scent OF the night. Of the roses, Cai
May burden the air for thee, Sweet -
'Tis only the breath Of thy eiuhino L
know, az lie 1t thy feet. @ Sos
his is from short poem, entitled
'soSG FROM A DaA,rA,'' +
the verse Will SLOW what q range is riven y
his volume OF III pages to yarious ,,oods F.
measures. And the best of it is this vi. mes
is not only for poets, but for the NAM an
IN beginning to end, with the exccntion - d
lew pages of trauslations from Homer If l.
close, 1t is collection that eycrv snutcst 91c
Ter who has an car for lnglouy aud hcart
pathos must welcome. y r.