The Birmingham age-herald., 1905-02-28
A AFLATTERING PRESS NOTICE

The New York Sun of the 25th contains the following extended notice of Dr. O. T. Dozier's latest book of poems, "A Galaxy of Southern Heroes and Other Poems" pr. Dozier has received quite a number of lattering notices from the press of the eastern cities. One from the New York American and Journal was published in these eolmuns some time since:
 "A Song of Southern Heroes.' "A book comes to us much to our grati- fication. from Birmingham, Ala The author Mr Orion T. Dozier, NJ D., seems to be his own publisher. A portrait of Dr. Dozier makes a handsome frontispiece A head of admirable proportions holds itself, thrown slightly forward and back ward, in a manner indicative of yirility The brow is lowered and inclined to be corrugated, and the expression of the eyes is slightly severe. The nose is straight with open and apparently sensitive nos trils; the mouth firm and framed by a mustache and "goatee." We should say that the doctors cravat was a fixed cre- ation, and that he did not tie 1t himself "On the page opposite we have the pie ture of handsome house, surrounded by a fence, set off by trees, vines and shrub bery, and entitled Residence of the Au-
 
 house, as well as a good looking one. Our strong belief is that there is a barn be- hind, though we cannot see it. Over the leaf we have a picture in colors of the flag of the Southern Confederacy, and turning still again we find the title of the volume, A Galaxy of Southern Heroes and Other Poems" A poem of war and heroes may very properly begin in a gentle key. After smiling skies the fury of the storm will seem the greater The opening here is full of a most peace full impression. The first verse of "A Galaxy of Southern Heroes is as fol- lows;
 Once more the genial southern sun Has called the roses into bloom,
 Once more the fragrant jessamine Lades all the air with sweet perfume; Once more the little mteing birds
 In every bush and tree are seen
 Once more the earth her carpet spreads Of softest velvet grassy-green.'
 No sound of war at all as yet, but the poet feels presently the need that is be- fore him. He mentions the dove of peace then squarely faces his theme He is conscious of it's great requirements, and is aware of the vehement stirrings of his own ambitions. In the fourth verse we read:
 " But would to God my struggling
 muse
 Could break the bonds that bind my
 soul
 And let my wild, impassioned thoughts Like oceans stormy pillows roll.
 While 1 so vainly now attempt
 To sing in lofty po ms grand
 That need of praise to patriots due The heroes of my native land
 If he could express his feelings ade- quately and in a manner worthy of them the result would be Impressive, and, we should think, disappointing to nobody In the fifth verse he specifies;
 With heavens face for music scroll And realms of space for octave bars, My clefs should be the sun and moon, My music notes the blazing stars,
 And ohi I'd sing with lofty strain
 And sweep the gamut of the skies
 Till every sleeping patriots soul
 Should wake and from his grave arise.' But though he should do that, and even more; though he should have the cyclones force, and the flaming lightning for his tongue, and brain as broad as the universe, and a voice to tones of