The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-03-10
She's the star / missed in heaven.
LONE time ago!

Charles Fenno Hoffman was porn In lO'.
five wears after his friend ana how-p
! Morris. His father was a prominent 'uuge
of New York City. 1t Is related mar when
,na the docks of his native city. Here an
nno,den+ befelI him which is thus de-
scribed in the Evening Post OF OCTOBER =.
1s17. Young Hoffman was sitting on
CortIandt street dock, with MS less hahs-
inc over the wharf, as the steamboat was
nnn,fne In which caught one of his legs
I'd crushed II in a dreadful manner 1t
wac found necessary to amputa'e 'he IN
tured leg above the knee. A cork substi-
tute was used. and its use seemed 10 form
M impedjment to the continuance OF the
a.,,donr Iife and athletic exercises In which
a.. wearer was proficient. Holman was ad-
| mitted to the bar, but soon t0fneo Ills at-
tention to literature.
TIM Kntckerbocker Magazine was frst\
nuhlished in 1888 under the editorship u \
IT. Hoffman. Subsequently he became \
nrnnrietor of the American Magazine.
vbich he edited for years. He became In
sane in 1S4s, and for the rest OF ms NE
was confined in the insane asylum at har-
| risburg, Pa. He died there june : 1o1.
One OF Honman's best known poems u
Monterey:
We were not many. We VINO DO"
before the iron sleet that cay.
Vet many q gallant spirit would
Give half his years II he then couio
Have been with NJ At Monteiey.
Nov here. now there. the shot. It hahse
In deadly drifts Of dery spray
Yet not a single soldier quaiied -r
when wounded comrades round them walled
Their dying shout NJ Monterey.
And on. still on our column kept
Through walls Of flame its witneh1nS WV
where fell the dead. tho living stept
st;Il charging on the guns which sweDs
The slippery streets OF Monterey.
The foe himself recoiled aghast.
When. striking where he strongest lay'
We swooped hts nankins batteries past
And Drawing full their murderous oiasI
stormed home the towers OF Monterey.
We arc not many, We who passed
Beside the brave who fell that dayS
But who Of Us has not confessed
He'd rather share their warrior rest
Than not have been II Aonte1eJt
Another of Honman's much-liked poems
Is Sparkling and Bright"
Sparkling and bright in liquid hshs
Does the wine our goblets CLEAN IN, 4
With hue as red as the rosy Deo
Which a bee would choose to dream IN.
Then fill tonight. with hearts q nSh'.
To loves as gay as Meeting.
And break on the lips while meeting.
Obi II Mirth might arrest the Night
OF Time through LIES dominions.
We here awhile would now beguiis
The Eraybeard Of his pinions.
To drink tonight. with hearts as light.
To loves as gay and heettng
As bubbles that swim on the beakers brim.
And break on the lips while meeting
Blu, since Delight can. tempt the wight
Nor fond regret delay him.
Nor Love himself can hold the eli
Nor sober Friendship stay him,
Well drink tonight. with hearts as light,
To loves as gay and feeting
As bubbles that swim on the beakers brfm,
And break on the lips while meeting.
Here Is his poem The Mint Julep":
IT'S said that the gods. on Olympus Of old
lAnd who the bright legend Drotanes with .
doubO.
One night. mid their revels. oy Bacchus wers
told
That his last butt Of nectar had somehow run
But. determined to send round the goblet once
They sued to the fairer immortals for aid
In composing a draft. which. till drinking were
Should cas-. every wine ever drank In the
Grave Ceres herself blithely yielded her corn.
And the spirit that lives in each amber-hued
grain,
And which first had its birth from the dow OF
the morn.
Was taught to steal out in bright d~ewdrops
again.
whose choicest OF fruits on the board
Were scattered profusely in every ones reach,@.
When called on a tribute to call from the hoard, N
Expressed the mild Juice OF the delicate peach. "
The liquids were mingled while Venus looked o.
With glances SO fraught with sweet magical
power.
That the honey Of Hybla. cen when thsy were
gone.
Has never been missed in the draft from thaa
hour.
Flora. then. from her bosom Of frasrancy. shook
And with roseate fingers pressed down In the
bowl,
All dripping and fresh. - It came from the
brook.
The herb whose aroma should favor the whole
The draft was delicious, and loud the 40
claim.
Though something seemed wanting for all to
bewail:
But Juleps the drink Of immortaIs became.
When JOya himself ADDED \ handful Of hail