And through these bright and clustering curls Thou art a moralist? ah, well! And comest from Wisdom's land, Well! well! I understand:- She says thou art a herald, sent And 'midst their wild luxuriance taught To show thyself, and waken thought. That thought, which to the dreamer preaches That all things pass away, and teaches How youth must vanish too! And thou wert sent to rouse anew This thought, whene'er thou meet'st the view. And comes there not a whispering sound, Like Echoes in their death? "Time onward sweeps, youth flies, prepare”— WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK, 1810-1841. WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK' was born in Otisco, Onondaga County, New York, in the year 1810. His father was an intelligent farmer, and early saw the indications of that poetic talent which manifested itself in many beautiful effusions while he was yet a youth. After completing his scholastic course, when about twenty years of age, he repaired to Philadelphia, where his reputation as a poet had already preceded him, and, under the auspices of his friend, the Rev. Ezra Stiles Ely, D.D., he commenced a weekly miscellany, similar in its design and character to the "Mirror" of New York. He soon found, however, that the 1 His twin-brother, Lewis Gaylord Clark, is the editor of the "Knickerbocker Magazine," to the popularity of which he has largely contributed by his lively and instructive monthly lucubrations,-"The Editor's Table," and "Gossip with Readers and Correspondents." profits were disproportioned to the labor, and was induced to abandon it. He then assumed, in conjunction with the Rev. Dr. Brantley, the charge of the "Columbian Star," a religious and literary periodical of a high character. While connected with this, he published numerous fugitive pieces of great merit, which were collected and published in a volume, under the simple title of Poems. He also wrote for the "Knickerbocker" an admirable series of papers, called Ollapodiana, which also were published in one volume. After being associated a few years with the editor of the "Columbian Star," he was solicited to take charge of the "Philadelphia Gazette," one of the oldest and most respectable daily papers of the city. He ultimately became its proprietor and conducted it with great ability to the time of his death. In 1836, he was married to Anne Poyntell Caldeleugh, a lady of great personal attractions and rare accomplishments. But, of a naturally delicate constitution, she was taken away in the very midst of her youth and happiness. The blow fell with a crushing weight upon her husband, and from this time his health gradually declined. He continued, however, to write for his paper until the last day of his life, the 12th of June, 1841.1 MEMORY. 'Tis sweet to remember! I would not forego The charm which the past o'er the present can throw, In her web of illusion, that shines to deceive. We know not the future, -the past we have felt,- Thus the beams of delight on the spirit can play, "Mr. Clark's distinguishing traits are tenderness, pathos, and melody. In style and sentiment he is wholly original; but, if he resemble any writer, it is Mr. Bryant. The same lofty tone of sentiment, the same touches of melting pathos, the same refined sympathies with the beauties and harmonies of nature, and the same melody of style, characterize, in an almost equal degree, these delightful poets. The ordinary tone of Mr. Clark's poetry is gentle, solemn, and tender. His effusions flow in melody from a heart full of the sweetest affections, and upon their surface is mirrored all that is gentle and beautiful in nature, rendered more beautiful by the light of a lofty and religious imagination. He is one of the few writers who have succeeded in making the poetry of religion attractive. Young is sad and austere, Cowper is at times constrained, and Wordsworth is much too dreamy for the mass; but with Clark religion is unaffectedly blended with the simplest and sweetest affections of the heart. His poetry glitters with the dew, not of Castalia, but of heaven. No man, however cold, can resist the winning and natural sweetness and melody of the tone of piety that pervades his poems." -American Quarterly Review, xxii. 462. A feeling and beautifully-written memoir of Mr. Clark will be found in the eighteenth volume of the "Knickerbocker." When in calm reminiscence we gather the flowers 'Tis sweet to remember! When friends are unkind, 'Tis sweet to remember! And naught can destroy I would not forget!-though my thoughts should be dark, THE INVITATION. "They that seek me early shall find me.” Come, while the blossoms of thy years are brightest, Soon will the freshness of thy days be over, Come, while the morning of thy life is glowing, And, shining brightly in the forward distance, Though o'er its dust the curtain'd grave is closing, DEATH OF THE FIRST-BORN. Young mother, he is gone! His dimpled cheek no more will touch thy breast; Float from his lips, to thine all fondly press'd; His was the morning hour, And he had pass'd in beauty from the day, Torn, in its sweetness, from the parent spray; Will his rich accents charm thy listening ear, Breathing at eventide serene and clear; And from thy yearning heart, Whose inmost core was warm with love for him, And those kind eyes with many tears be dim; Yet, mourner, while the day Rolls like the darkness of a funeral by, To stream athwart the grief-discolor'd sky, 'Tis from the better land! There, bathed in radiance that around them springs, Thy loved one's wings expand; As with the choiring cherubim he sings, And all the glory of that GOD can see, Who said, on earth, to children, "Come to me." Mother, thy child is bless'd; And though his presence may be lost to thee, And miss'd, a sweet load from thy parent knee; EDGAR ALLEN POE, 1811--1849. EDGAR ALLEN POE was born in Baltimore, in January, 1811, was left an orphan by the death of his parents at Richmond, Virginia, in 1815, and adopted by John Allen, a wealthy merchant of that city. This gentleman indulged his protégé injudiciously, and thus increased his naturally proud and petulant disposition. In 1816, Mr. and Mrs. Allen visited England, taking Edgar with them. He remained there five years at school, returned in 1822, and soon after entered the University of Virginia, where he was graduated in 1826. After this, he led a wandering and dissipated life: first he is in Europe for a year; then, returning home, at West Point; then as a common soldier in the army; then in Charleston, South Carolina, as editor of the "Southern Literary Messenger;" till, in 1838, he settled in Philadelphia, having married his cousin, Virginia Clemm, and became the chief editor of the "Gentleman's Magazine," and "Graham's Magazine. In 1844, he went to New York, and found employment in editing the "Broadway Journal," and in contributing to various other magazines. In 1845 appeared his popular poem of The Raven; but he could not, or would not, break through his habits of dissipation, and he was reduced to the greatest poverty; and in the winter of the next year his wife died. In August of 1849, he left New York to deliver some lectures in Virginia. On his return, he stopped for a few hours in Baltimore. Here he met with acquaintances who invited him to drink: all his resolutions and duties were soon forgotten; and such were the effects of his carousing, that he was carried to an hospital; and there, on the evening of the 7th of October, 1849, he died, at the age of thirtyeight years. Mr. Poe is known chiefly for his criticisms, poems, and tales. In his criticisms he has displayed a keen analysis, a clear discrimination: they are sharp and well defined, but unfair. Influenced greatly by fear or favor, they are often absurdly contradictory; and through many of them there run a petty spirit of faultfinding, a burning jealousy, a self-complacent egotism. In his poems he has evinced the same subtlety of analysis, the same distinctness, the same deep knowledge of the power of words. Their elaboration is minute, their metre exquisite, both in its adaptation and polish; but they do not move the heart, for of feeling there is an essential want. His poetry, as he himself tells us, is the result of cold, mathematical calculation. But it is through his tales that Mr. Poe is best known, and in them is displayed the real bent of his genius. Their chief characteristic is a grim horror,-sometimes tangible, but usually shadowy and dim. He revelled in faintly sketching scenos of ghastly gloom, in imagining the most impossible plots, and in making them seem real by minute detail. His wild and weird conceptions have great power; but they affect the fears only, rarely the heart; while sometimes his morbid creations are repulsive and shocking; yet, in the path which he has chosen, he is unrivalled.1 A fine edition of his works, with a memoir by R. W. Griswold, and notices of his life and genius by N. P. Willis and J. R. Lowell, has been published by Red field, New York, in four volumes. Read a good article on Poe and his works in the "North American Review," October, 1856. |