Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1886-03-20
"but what am ~
An infant crying In the night
An infant crying for tho light;
And with no language but cry"

Aud the hoofs Oft the horses beat. beat,
The hoofs OF the horses beat
with never AN end 10 the stream of passing ieet
Driving. hurrying marrying. burying.
For Thought the dead had peace. but Il Is NOT
TSsr a, s,,s know mot S,S,s Sns, shsy
What weird pictures
Look, also, at Isongfelow's picture of the
independent American laborer ~ we hnd
him In The Village Biscksmiih":
an. brow Is wet with honest sweat,
And looks the whole world in the face.
For he owes not any man
|
"IIe goes on Sunday To the church.
| And sits among his boys;
Hs hears EAR, q the s, pe,rson arson pray and and preach
singing In the village choir.
And II makes his heart rejoice.
"u sounds 10 him like her mothers voice
Singing In Paradise ~ &C., &C.
Contrast this with the picture drawn by
poor Burns
See yonder poor DER labour'd wight,
So affect. moan and vile,
| To give him leave TO- toll;
And see his lordly fellowworm
The poor petition spurn,
| Unmindfu, though a weeping wife
And helpless offspring hourn."
TYPES OF NATIONAL CHARACTER.
We find no such pictures In America The
masses here are too happy and contented.
The English character IL naturally savage,
ferocious-and, shall ! say, brutal-in its
tendencies. 1t stiords thrill of pleasure to
500 Lady Macbeth trying to wipe the blood
stains from her hands, and Lady Jane Gray's
head severed on the block.
In the language OF another:
"a threatening fog wells the English
mind like their sky and joy, like the sun,
only pierces through 1t and upon them
strongly and at intervals" The free and
full development of the pure natn-e, which
in Greece and Italy ends In the painting OF
beauty and happy energy, ends here in the
painting of ferocious energy, agony and
death" one need not read far in English
lore to learn the truth OF these words.
The trail OF the Edda and Beowulf crops
out all along the line OF English literature.
Ii is in Hamlet and Manfred and Maud and
Queen Mary aud tue Ancient Mariner.
We have shaken Off this nightmare. Con-
trast Emerson and Carlyle. The latter Is
canstic, cruel, bitter and cold; the former is
gentle, mild and cheerful as sunbeam.
Emerson says: Here no history, or church
or state Is interpoated on the divine sky
and the immortal year." 1t Is said OF him
that he has veneration for the ideal Of the
race which recalls the beautiful sentiment
of Malebranche--" When | touch human
hand touch heaven"
suous productions OF the Southern nations of
Europe than II does from the weird and
gloomy inspirations of England
Nav il not be said then that our literature
ls or is to become n happy medium between
the two, as IL is and will be developed and
auickened In the genial atmosphere of this
land of freedom and equality
As Lonpfellow gives us pure and lofty
conception OF human life, Bryant gives us a
fresh view Of nature as she disclosed her
beauty In new forms in the new continent
The Englishman connects nature with
man. Tennysou from the contem plation of
the brook evolves the thought
"For men may come and mon may 20,
""' go "h '''''ei'
sborn of historic interests Auer picturiu0 a
hasn,itui scena in The Inra ne a.vS. aJ,
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dependent u non any other interest than that
of its own secluded and serious beauty but
the writer well remembers the sudden
piahkness anu chil Wnich were cast upon IL
when ne enaeavoreu, III oider more strictly
to arrive at the sources oil its impreSsiveness
when ne Imagined IL, Tor moment, scene
In some aboriginal forest OF the new conti-
neh,. Inc nowefs In an ms instant n;iI iost % tnelr
light the riVer its music; the mus oecaine
oppressively desolate heayiness In the
boughs OF the darkened forest showed now
much OF their former power hau been ue-
pendent upon lie which was not theirs,
how much OF the glory OF the imperishable
or continually renewed creation Is reflected
from things more precious IN their memories
than II IN IT'S renewing. Ihose ever spring-
ing nowers and ever ho"ing streams had
been dyed by the deep coiors OF human en-
dufance, valor ana virtue ana the erests oil
| the cable Hills that rose against the evening