The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-09-28

Shepherding his soft droves of neccy cloud, Gladness Of woofs. skies. waters, all in one, The bobollnk has come, and, like the soul Of the sweet seAeon vocal Tn bird,
 Gurgles in ecstasy we know not what Save Jnnei dear Junei Now God be praised for June"
 And the birds summer habits are as we'll known. Here he is in "An Indian Summer Reverie:"
 Meanwhile that devil may care, the bobo.
 Remem boring duty. Tn mid Q quaver stops Just ere he sweeps OCT rapture's tremulous
 And twixt the winrows most demurely A decorons bird of bu siness who provides For his brown mate and hedglings six bcsldee And looks from right to left, farmer mid his crope."
 Except in Bryant's "Robert of Lin- coln," this unique creature is fully recognized by Lowell slone-unless it may be as the reed bird of the epicure's bill of fare.
 The claim have to make for Low ell may be questioned; first, by those who most admire his careful and crit ical scholarship, or his public life 1; second, by those who find other native singers nearer to natures heart. 1t Is true that each of our poets observes and interprets in his own way, and yet nature herself seems to dispute, with books and men, the place nearest Low ell's own heart. His observation is indeed that of s'true lover. He does not seek to repeat his moods in his walks abroad, but leaving "man and human life" in his study, he simply delights in the charms of his mistress. And the impulse of this real delight gives us such pictures as those from Appledore, and "An Indian Summer Reverie," "Under the Willows" "To Pine Tree," "The Oak, "The Birch Tree," "To the Dandelion," "Beaver Brook" the enchanting preludes in "Sir Launfal," and above all, "Al Fresco," wherein is proof sufficient that, boy and man, Lowell has not simply strolled with nature, or paid her casual visits, but that they have been habitual companions. He speaks truly, even though tritely, in this cast. of poem, "The Lover"
 "Go roam the world from east to west,
 Search every land beneath tho sky, You cannot nnd man 90 blest,
 A king SO powerful as I.
 Though you should seek eternally.
 "For I gentle lover be, Sitting at my loved one's side; She giveth her whole soul to me Without wish or thought of pride, And she shall Dc my cherished bride"
 It must, however, be admitted that in the particular "year's lie" of this little book, the poet often takes nature ld Wordsworth. As the latter seemed at times to treasure every impression of nature as part of his stock in trade, 80 coming paper and pencil cast their shadow in some of Lowell's inter- course with her.
 Tn a"Love Song" and several others, an echo of his great contemporary plainly sounds, together with an occa- sional Tennysonian note, but he even thus early shows that "his lips have some chords that ring pretty we'll"
 It is singular that the brook of laughter, flashing with sarcasm or gurgling with pure fun, that runs through later pages, is wholly absent from these; but the serious questions of life are already at this time attrac- tive to Lowell. In the "Sphinx" he asks:
 sWhy mourn VIC for the golden prime When our souls were kinsiy. strong and | The soui is greater than sll tine. It ehaagss not but yet is ever new. ~Bss that tho soui is noSls. ws