The farmer and mechanic. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 18??-19??, 1914-09-08

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meteoric splendor and undimmed
glory. lie was a writer Of the florid,
cfiiorescent school like Alison and
Headly, and ! have read passages
from his pen as beautiful, as elegant,
as chaSte as anything L ever rea | in
Headly's Sacred Scenes and Moun-
tains and Napoleon and his Marshals.
He was a mar Of refined taste, possess
ed the inventive genius and the fiery
Imagination of an Arabian poet and
fully illustrates Shakespeare's de-
scription Of the poet when he said:
The poets eye in fine frenzy rolling
Forth glance from heaven to earth
and earth to heaven
The forms Of things unknown, the
poets pen
Turns them to shape and gives to airy
nothing
A local habitation and a name"
Worlds ClOrieo His.
All the glories and splendors Of this
world were his. The gorgeous drapery,
the rich, rudy tintS and re~splendent
gold Of sunset skies deliShte his fancy.
He was "a gentleman of such exquisite
taste that he could see in the muir
muring brook, in the ripping stream,
in the dancing wave, in the quivering
leaf. in the sparkling dew-drop, in the
insects wing, in the spiders web, in
the flowers that deck our landscapes
and in the rose-colored tints Of a
glowing sunset, a beauty, a loneliness
and a charm that is denied to ordi-
nary mortals. He "banquetted on the
honey Of his own thoughts, and like
the bee gathered sweetness from
every flower and like the captive
bird pours forth his sou in melody"
Have o not seen the nightingale
A pilgrim cooped into q cage
How doth she chant her wonted tale
In that her hermitage
Even there her charming melody doth
prove
That all her boushs are trees, her cage
"A rove.
While in the flesh he lived on this
sublunary sphere yet in the spirit he
breathed the pure. vital. dephlogisti-
Gated air ofThe Empyrean sphere and
inhaled the "balmy smells of nard and
cassia which the musky winds of the
Zephyrs scattered through the cedar
ed alleys OF the Hesperides." He
bathed in the "Elysian dew of the
rainbow" and slipped the nectared
spray of Jove's perennial spring." The
fair Hebe, the cup-bearer Of the skies,
w%hohands around the flowing bowl
sparkling with starry dew minister
ed to him.
Master of Metaphor.
have known no writer who was
more perfect master of the use OF
metaphor, figure and simile than
Henry Blount, who gave full wing tC
his imagination and clothed his writ
ings in the most chaste and elegant
language. adorned with the most
exuberant metaphors, and the
richest flowers Of rhetoric, embell-
ished with images, tinted with all the
colors of the rainbow, pregnant will
classical taste in every sentence AM
sparkling with dew-drops of thought
the very essence of poetry.
Not Rich in Houses and GOld.
Mr.. Blount was not rich in house.
and gold and did not possess vast anC
princely estates, studded and gemme(
with castles and palaces and adorned
them with architectural u o
the finest mould and finish in which
were blended all the colors Of natur,
and of art and furnished them will
breathing canvas and speaking mar
BILE" and then with thousand aeolial
harps, catch and combine all TIL
tones and voices of the living creation
M pour them in endless varieties O
enchanting music upon our delighte,
ears-yet he possessed something bet
ter than all these-a cultivated tast
and imagination to enjoy the beauti
full, the grand and sublime scenes i
nature which the good father ha
with such a lavish hand, given to hi
children, if they would but possess an
enjoy them, yes the lovely landscap
embroidered with parks and garden.
refreshed by sparkling fountains, tn
sublime mountain peaks, the grand
the vast. painless ocean were hiS t
charm him. The lustre of a star, tn
beauty or fragrance Of a flower, tn
crystal purity of a dew-drop-all in
spired him with poetic delight-an
then with What uphonious words an
magnificent language he gave utter
ance to his transports.
He Loved Nature.
He was al ardent admirer and OF
server Of nature. Irving in speakin
of the British poets says, "The BIRTHS
poets lived and reveled with natur
became acquainted with her genel.
charms, wooed her in her most seer,
haunts and watched her minute;
caprices. A spray could not tumb
in the breeze, a leaf could not rust