The New York herald., 1879-07-28
quickly and snehantingly stimulates your brain and

nerves.
In Chicago she met ..that jewel of a girl. Kate
rield and they compared notes. Miss Field is do
scribed as witty, pungent. concise of speech. alb
rupt OF manner. hating shams with royal hatred
With beautiful brown eyes that penetrate deep while
they reveal depths. and firm mouth" There ut this
same time she met Bret Harte his way East. and
she found him Satisfying" He said "rare things in
clear. rich voice. and laughed "mellow sort OF
laugh that was yet not gay" In San Francisco she
spoke very boldly against the treatmspt of the Chi
nese by the hoodlums. The audience hissed her
threateningly But sho told them she had expert
enced too much kissing. egg throwing and bullet FIR
ing during her political lecturing In the East be
scared by "a trie Of goose breath in the West and
asked them II they would kindly do all their Kissing
at once and let her go ON with the lecture. This
touched their sense Of humor and she had no more
trouble.
Miss Dckinson's book makes no claim beyond
that of entertaining the reader for an hour
or SO. and that it will do very pleasantly for it is
bright. witty and earnest withal. The only fault
have to find is with some of the anecdotes quoted
from other sources than her own experience.
LoNGFELLow's EARLY POEMS.
Mr.. Richard Herne Shepherd, who in his zoal to
give to the world the early and owledged
poems of famous poets has made himself con-
spicuous in the London courts. has among others
honored our own Longfellow with an unearthing.
In little volume published by Pickering & Co. he
gives twenty-one of Longfellows poems printed be-
tween the years 26 and printed in q shortlived
American fortnightly magazine called the United
States Literary Gazette The author had not completed
his eighteenth year when the first of these pub
lshed. We find but seven out of the twenty-one
poems given by Mr.. Shepherd in the COM
plete edition of Longrellows poems published by
James r. Osgood L. Co., in 1876. These "April
Day." Autumn" woods in Winter" Hymn OF
the Moravian Nuns" Sunrise on the Hills" "The
Spirit Of Poetry and the Burial Of the Ninnisfnk
given with slight alterations from the first copies.
These published under the head of EARLIER
Poems." with note in which Mr.. Longfellow Says
"These poems written for the most part during
my college life. and all of them before the age OF
nineteen. Some have found their way into schools
and seem to be successful. Others led vagabond
and precarious existence in the corners Of newspa-
pers, or have changed their names and run away to
seek their fortune beyond the ] say. with the
Bishop Of Avranches on similar occasion, Il cannot
be dspleased to these children Of mine. which
have neglected and almost exposed brought from
their wanderings in lanes and alleys and safely
lodged in order to 60 forth into the world together
in . more decorous garb.'" Why he has neglected
his fourteen other children do not pretend to say.
Perhaps they had wandered far away that he lost
all trace Of them for. If he acknowledged the seven
he need not be ashamed of the Others Of which
are better than their return cd ssters 4The Lunac
Girl and 1.-The Indian Hunter are. in Mr.. Long
fellows most characteristic vein. It is more
than half century since these early poems first
the light. The reader will see by "The Indian
Hunter" which we quote. that the poets Tyre ives
as mellow in its youth as in its old age:-
When the summer harvest was gather'd,n,
And the shesf OF the cleaner grew white and thin.
Where the stabbls land had been lately cleft.
HooH'S down where the valley lay ssrechd below
He was u stranger there. and all that day
Had been out on the hills perious way;
But the foot OF the deer was far and fleet.
And ,sr The w0 Nsp Ssf S% Sr hs Fl. Sss %
AS he stood by the populous hsunts Of men.
The winds of autumn came over the woods
And dead its the hale vine shrunk,
And ripend the mellow fruit a hung and red
The foot of the reaper moved slow the lawn,
And the sickle cut down the yellow corn
Where the mists Of evening were sprssding vide.
AND tine tine S
Then the hunter turn'd away from that SCENE. slT1
Ard heard by tho distant and measured stroke
That the woodman hew'd down the giant oak.
hs Hyss M;
Tho moon of the harvest grew high and bright;
golden hS n Ss ns sS"d Sa white
Where the beech OvershudOw,d the misty lake.
And a mourning voice and plunge from the shore
And the hunter the hills
When years had passd on, by that still lake side
The fisher look d down through the river tidc
And there o the smooth yellow sand displayed,
A skeleton wasted and white was laid,
Ana wa; .as waters moved deep and STOW.
That the hand was still grasping ahunters bow
We are not among those who berate Mr.. Shepherd
for unearthing these poems. They of course lack
the maturity OF Longfellow's later poems. and are
not equal to his best work, but neither they
bad ~ his worst. The student of poetry should be
thankful to Mr.. Shepherd for rescuing these verses
from oblivion. The only quarrel he will have will
be with the publisher who has the copyright of Mr..
Longfellow's works.