The new dominion. [volume] (Morgantown, W. Va.) 1876-1904, 1885-10-31

we nave OH our tdDlc very
unique little volume of short poems
written by Mrs Z. v. c. Llewellyn,
who is daughter of the Rev. Mr..
Chandler, the present pastor of the
Baptist church in Morgantown.
We do not know whether the au-
thoress of this volume has essayed
any other or different work in litera-
ture, but she does not write like a
novice, nor like one who aspired sim
ply to making book, but rather like
one inspired with her thought and
gave her consent that it should have
spontaneous utterance in print. She
has something to say as well as an
impulse to say something, and she
has said it so well that the most cas-
ual reader and the most aesthetic
taste will, alike, be attracted by this
collection of poems.
We have seldom taken up work
of this character that gave a more
vivid impression of freshness, and
which presented at a glance range
of subjects so varied and suggestive.
The following are few of the titles
of the poems, which will give an idea
of the volume: "Gethsemane,"
"The Passage of the Red Sea-" "a
Dream of the Second Death "Jeph-
thah's Daughter" "Christ Sleeping
at the House of Lazarus" elijah
and the Still Small Voice." ''The
Good Samaritan" Martin Cooney,"
"The Burial of Moses" "The Wild
ow's Mite
1t will be seen from these titles
that the majority of the poems are
based upon scriptural facts or per-
sonages, but the inference must not
be drawn that this authoress is fol-
lowing beaten path in her poems,or
that they are made up Of platitudes
or commonplace utterances. On the
contrary the distinguishing feature
of each poem is it's freshness and
originality Some of them have
spontaneity and pathos that strike
deep into the sensibilities of the
reader. 1t is related of the poem en-
titled "a Dream of the Second
Death that it was the means of
converting confirmed infdel. 1t lis
the vivid narrative of dream, and
although it is told in but three short
pages it is SO graphic in matter and
manner as to leave nothing unsaid
to complete the thrilling picture:
"Thus clothed in gloom and horror,
this lost soul
Went forth into the night, to meet
it's doom
Then suddenly woke; and while l
grieved
Over its fall, I knelt and prayed for
those
Yet in the fesh-prayed that each
erring soul
Might here prepare to shun the Sec
oad DEATH"
Another poem very appropriate to
the present season. seems to have
been inspired by sight of the hills
surrounding Cumberland. 1t closes
thus:
"Yet as we gaze enchanted. Autumn
flies,
And stepping from the clouds which
veil the skies,
Old Winter stands upon the summit
bare,
Sitting the feathery snowfakes
through the air.
All, his master touch! the pure white
snow
Festoons with wild, wierd beauty all
below;
Nor Spring nor Summertime, nor
Autumn fair,
Can ever picture forth a scene so
rare, W
Or waken in my heart the thankful
glow
Which We can give, Q hills, crowned
white with snow
But we have not space to further
review the work. We can only say
Of the authoress that if she knows
her talent she will continue to give
the public such volumes as the one
in question, and we predict that it
will net be long until her name has
become known in literary circles
throughout the world. There are
many immortal names in literature
who have not written so well as Mrs.
f. v. C. Llewellyn.
Mrs. Llewellyn, we learn, has been
requested to do SO and will prepare
a poem for our centennial.