Goldsboro weekly argus. [volume] (Goldsboro, N.C.) 1885-1909, 1894-01-04

Queen Bess, where Raleigh is. easily, the
manifest figure of the splendid retinue.
The unpe.turbed aspect Ct Lord Burs
the elder-is no less a
matchless delinea.ion than the clever ap-
prehension of c~rafiiDess and peTfidy OF
Cecil, the younger, whose Vaccinations,
when Elizabeth was dead, wrought the
downfall impelled tie incarc ration aad
finally, under sanction of shameless King
James, the six b of Scotland, bat first of
Ergland, the execut on Of Raleigh. Bar
ring Elizabeth's estimate of Sir Walter
Raleigh, as soldier. mariner and statos-
man. we are not left by Hawks merely t,
suspect q de, per Sentiment, for, with
graceful sleight, he whisks away all dis
gui-e, revealing EGZa5eih, IN more thar
profile, with love I'll ansmuiiny to rage of
Jealousy, when, after RaIeigh's embarka-
tlon for Guiana, the Spanish Ell Dorado, it
is whispered to the royal ears that Sir
Walter tenderly loved the beautiful, clan
and modest Lady Throckmol tor, Loyalty
and fondly Elizabe his own maid of
honor. In such rythmical prose does
Hawks introduce Edmund Spencer, the
poet, as the friend of Ralei.h, and bear r
ofyotlve harmonies to Elizabeth, to the
delighted sense of tie reader, tLere are
delusio.s CT perfumes of poetry seeming
he powdered wig of chamb rlain, the
webb. gs of god slashiug tao breast of
waiting gallant, and, in subtle Vraiths
through laces OF pear the superb gown of
Englaud's spinster Queen.
l am free 10 say that the charm of mar.
rative. in HAWKES. History of North Caro-
lin., IS often broken by the protrus;on of
old manuscripts S, which, VIII lie exactly
relevant, should appear marginal;y
inserted, and in many inst noes should
lave been tran ferred as appendices
to supplementary sheets. The same
is true of Colonel A. NJ. Waddelr's
historic and geographic book of recent
production-the ahlest book from any
No tn Carol.n N sine, Hawks wrote
OtherW Use 1 may l:ken this history of
North Carolina and its terminus pres
c~lpitously abrup: finale-to The sculpture
of Venus de Milo, now il the Louvre-a
gle IN of polish, a sweep of exquisite
lines. save, alas | tits armless,
Deems said, substantially, that kiss
strength as a pulpit orator was l.rgely in
tactful arrangement. beginning and end
ing with Christ. Starting at the crJss, res
turning to the cross, with ceaseless speech
of the Man>child over whom the star of
the East had lowered.
In concluding this sketch, I will say
that Hawks was Lot only a believer and
an expounder of Sc ipture concerning
the saviour, DuI InaI ne Al eAIeuuou LIS
tray els into Asia Minor, where, in rapt
~reverie, he had walked in paths in which
the sandled fee of Christ had stepped.
Lounging in shadow of Mosque OF
Omarf above buried fragments of the
Temple of God, he gazed, as had prophet
and priest of persisted epoch, on scene of
hill and valley encircling the hoary
heights of Jerusalem. He had looked
into whist men in the East called the
Holy Sepulchre. He had stood beside the
blue waters ef Galilte He had loitered
along the babbling Jordan; and. when
weary of Syrian paths, he had paused,
before the twilight tokens of an Orit mt
ey, ming, and slept till dawn amid the
flowers of Damascus.t
JOHN r. MORRIS.