New-York tribune., 1878-12-20

OF the poets whom studying IL was DIS fancy
that there something In his genius which was aeu
TO that OF Shelley, and hoped that might eisim some
relationship with Keats, enough at least 10 maAo
me poor relation" We talked long, and late we
smoked mild cigars and once u a while. when our eh
chequers were repensbed, We INDUCED IN the s"ee'
luxury Of stewed oyst rs over which had more tak
of present plans and iuturr TcnOwD. was, OehcN'
Bayard Taylor's most intimate rend at ms tme anu
the one with whom he most consOrted, though ms niu
Of course a large literary acquihtance a'"onS
the voune writers OF the PERIOD, whose name
was Legion and whose works uow forgotten nave
spent many happy nights with dead friend but none
which were so hapy 10 those looked forward |" them
AS youpg men look forward holidays which they nave
planned | look back upOa them as old men look Dach
to their past deligh 8, with pity and regret
The world as have sud considered BayardI Taylor rs
traveller. and 1t n,s pleasure as "ei aS hs poh''
during the first years Of friends Zip. to raye largely
10 California. in Egypt, IN pan and elsewhere IN the
OId World [ read his letters Of travel as thcY
anpcor,d in The TRIBCSE. aud read these lett"rs
again which he collected tnus in books aite MS relun
saw hn they were good OF their Enh fei' that n'S
rse was admirable tor its simplicity and correc'ness'
put with a wnywarducss which l c0ud not heiP'
liyhted en- for bis poetry thought Then. ana thnK
still that his California Ballads" and Poems oil
Travel are mastery examples OF spirited, picturesque
writing and ] am sure that hf Poems oi
the Orient" are superior 10 ahbthlhS vi Wv
kind in the English language Ihey nave 10
cal color which is absent nom : Lana hooNI'
The 'Bedoun SOn." for instance, Is Instinct WIN
me fiery passOuac nfe OF the East. and Is w"fth'
Gee 10 sncleys Lines TO an Indian Alr'
T1,, :. Poems of the Orient" dedicated 10 me,
snail ways be uappy remember. IN roeticai Epi'-
tie from Mount ImOlus.'
Bavard Taylor had sunny nature wich GelShten III
simple pleasures, and he had the happy art OF rutnG
trouble away from him. Ono trouble. however he couu
fhnsg "a
his lie and poems arc aware have spoken OF
one OF bis early poems e. Moan ye wild
winds around tae pIneD, which EN- 'o1ies lh'
first great sorrow Of nis young manhood ltwas wrth
alter the death Of his first wife. whose memory IL en-
b,ms and Who's tender presence haunted hinI later IN
"TEe Mystery and " rHe Phantom Among the h'er-
ary acquainianccsof OF BUard TAYLOR and myself hnst
pot torcet 10 mention te late Fiz James OBrcnwnose
promise was greater than his performance. ana ""O'
clever ne he in prose, was at hls besl grac'-
.u poet. Taylor and O'Bren were III tho
habit oi meeting my rooms at mint aoOnt twenty-five
years ago. Of fighting rIangu'ar portcd nu'iS we
nsd 10 sit at the same table, with the names of poetcai
biacts ON sIi,s OF paper and drawing out one AT ran
dom SEC which OF ns Wonld soonest write pO"m up
H. Ths practice OF ours. which Is wei enough ms piac-
tice merely, was the origin Of Bayafd Ihylors " Echo
Club"
"AIways a charming companion, Bayard Taylor was
delightful In his own home at Cedarcro;t remember
Wis ting him there Whcn ne EdNo MS H""N'-""I'"-
ing" and the merrment mad over play
which we wrote together speech by speech. and
scene nv scenr and wnich performed 10
the great dclcctItion OF his friends and nrishDors
Many OF the latter had theatrical re form
auce before and dare have never s"en one since
our play was great success aud ought 10 have been
for there was not wori IN II which nah not done duty
a thousand times brforei We called 1t Love at Ho-
tel" Miller RcdIylyus" would have answered just AS
well. II moi better
The recUrcOns OF thirty years cannot he recalled at
will and seldom while those who shared them with MS
are oyersnndoypd bv death. I remember merry days
aud nights without number. and remember sorrows
which are better forgotten. One OF my sorrows WAS
deeply felt BY Bayard Taylor resn from tue read
ing Of the second part Of Faust" in my loss
vision OF GOcthc's "EuphOrion."
Tne last time, Dut on =. when ! my friend alone
was tnree or four nights his departure for Berlin
II was one night my house, ut ude gathering
TO wbica had invited our friends, comrades Of
ten and twenty years standing poets artists and good
fellows OF both sexes. notable account for
our great poet Bryant came tnther 20 do
honor 70 his younger brother. Bayard Taylor
cannot that It happy night, tor t was TO be
followed By au absence which close NJ htnd-rn
absence which was to endure forever Before two
months had passed the SestOr OF poets was gath
cred 10 his fathers IN fulness Of his rcnown. Ills
snps bewaeI their father: my good friend srdman, IN
a noble poem IN The Atlantic MoH0iB. aud Bayard Ia O.
Ior in a solemn "EmceGlum" III ScribHe'S MONTHLY
And now Bayard Taylor ia gone!
"Iusltiatc archer, coud not one suhicei Ihe
world OF American letters has lost oc, III Ba'ad
TAYLOR but who knew and loved bin'-have l0si
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