The New York herald., 1879-08-11

these poems falling in the way of Dante Rossett he
called public attention to them and they received
the praise of such men as Robert Browning and
Lord Houghton-praise. however which came ten
wears too late to cheer tn, heart of the
poet Mr.. W. J. Linton. the well known engraver.
was an intimate friend of Jones, and with his
brother Summer Jones. furnishes amemoir of his
short life. The poetry of Eben Jones is certainly
most striking and much of it vigorous. but it is all
marked by sadness and occasional cynicism. Here
is reckless poem called 1.-THE Masquerade Dress -
The hall Of the dancers with lights was ablaze;
But for Cressida 8 presence the dancing delays;
She, alone in her chamber. sheathing her limbs
In soft silks that dispayd all their and their
Der her body the same sin she brought with gay
scorn,
For the rind fits its fruits as this silk sheath was
worn.
Beautiful did she stand; pearl hued was the vest;
To her waist, by degrees its rich coors increased
10 her feet from her waist by degrees they did
And her limbs seemd all lghtin their faint masque-
rade
Like ayoung rosebuds cup. towards her neck it did
'Ts the garb of boy; her breasts underneath rose
The dance music sounded she laugh d boy 5 laugh;
And she shook her gay curls down foot and halt;
Then she narrow'd her waist with girls waist
And smiingly strove with boys stride to stand;
In girls gentle slippers slippd her small feet
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sweet.
"who cares for the grape till his throat be drys
Who blesses the stream till the sun rides high?
What man to his mistress will htly complain
Till she sport with his love- and increase it to pair?
I'll lure him. repel him. repel while lure;
For the wilder its passion the dearer its cure.
.sLoves chase aud III fly; tits the flying invites
A thing nearly lost shows tenfold its Delights;
Should chance dare dishelve my robes I'm flown,
Why, I'll turn to tread down the pert chance and be
shown.
Tush! what though the vision my huntsman in
fame.
The more ardent the hunting the dearer the game.
..Should he flag in the chase, shall happen to fall
And PROSTATE, and helpless. his name shall calls
He will lift me--he IL trick to me the while
And III be too faint quite to note the fond guile.
Tush! what though the burden his love makes to
The fondlier he'll pray me to hold him in turn.
Should prudes blame my dress. OIL all beautiful
Yellow, crimson and green over it shall be playd;
Like snakes on their sunny banks. soft it shall
is wind.
Everywhere where place it can fancy or find.
I'll not feign repuse. but right onward I'll lure
Laughing out to my lover-love makes its own cure.
The prayer to Fckle Mistress" his brother
says is leaf from Ebens life, with its sad refrain,
"Lelial once say you are sad for me-" His court
ship Of his wife, Mr.. Linton tells u.s. "was too brief
for much amount even OF the most rapid rhyming."
AS is often the with poets. his marriage was
unhappy but he seems to have loved some woman.
for he sings:-
None could pity, I am hopelessl loved you to
shaine
Mine honor has been gone for one promising smile;
When your soft hair fell cool Ger my burning face.
while
My brain swoon'd with delight meath its curls any
guile
To be bless'd with thy bidding had come my wild
aim
Leila! once say you sad for me. -
The poem entitled "Whimper OF Awakening Pas
sion is decidedly Swnburnian and after reading it
can hardly be surprised ut Hoods structures on
the "heshly" nature of Mr.. Jones' muse. Pickering
AZ Co.. London.