MANUAL OF AMERICAN LITERATURE. tranquil, lovely rural scene, like a carved fram vests a still more quiet and charming love-story; the poem is too lengthy for insertion entire, and throughout to allow of dismemberment, we prese as the most beautiful and religious of the mis poems of the volume, THE Rabbi Nathan, twoscore years and ten, Barefooted, fasting long, with many prayers; Thrill with its touch his own, and his cheek fan By odors subtly sweet, and whispers near Before him still the old temptation came, And mocked him with the motion and the shame At length, in the low light of a spent day, Rose on the desert's rim; and Nathan, faint Awestruck, Ben Isaac stood. The desert wind "I too, O friend, if not in act," he said, "In thought, have verily sinned. Hast thou not read, 'Better the eye should see than that desire Should wander'? Burning with a hidden fire That tears and prayers quench not, I come to thee For pity and for help, as thou to me. Pray for me, O my friend!" But Nathan cried, "Pray thou for me, Ben Isaac!" Side by side In the low sunshine by the turban stone They knelt; each made his brother's woe his own, Forgetting, in the agony and stress Of pitying love, his claim of selfishness; Long after, when his headstone gathered mos The latest products of our poet's pen are J man's Journal, Poems of Childhood, and Miriam, Poems. They fully sustain the author's previo tation. Whittier's poetic life has been divided by a critic of the day* into three epochs. The first b ends with his Voices of Freedom, and is called the or didactic, during which Whittier gave merel expression to thoughts and feelings not poetic in th The transition to the second epoch is reached in of Labor and other Poems, and is more perfectly re his Chapel of the Hermits. This is the epoch of C which themes pertaining rather to the inner life o its experiences and its aspirations-employ the poe and pen. The Panorama, and other Poems constitute his pa the third epoch, which fully dawns with the appe Home Ballads. This is the period of poetic realism, subject and form alike assume the ideal and poeti "He states God and inward experience as he wou sunshine and the growth of grass. This, with the depth of his nature, makes the rare beauty of his *D. A. Wasson, in Atlantic Monthly, vol. xiii., pp. 333 and poems of piety and trust. He does not try to make the facts by stating them; he does not try to embellish them; he only seeks to utter, to state them; and even in his most perfect verse they are not half so melodious as they were in his soul."* "This, then, is the general statement about Whittier. His genius is Hebrew, biblical, more so than that of any other poet now using the English language. words, he is organically a poem of the Will. In other "Imagination exists in him, not as a separable faculty, but as a pure vital suffusion. Hence he is an inevitable poet. There is no drop of his blood, there is no fibre of his brain, which does not crave poetic expression. . . . He is intelligible and acceptable to those who have little either of poetic culture or of fancy and imagination. Whoever has common sense and a sound heart has the power by which he may be appreciated. "And yet he is not only a real poet, but he is all poet. The Muses have not merely sprinkled his brow; he was baptized by immersion. His notes are not many, but in them Nature herself sings. He is a sparrow that half sings, half chirps on a bush, not a lark that floods with Orient hilarity the skies of morning; but the bush burns, like that which Moses saw, and the sparrow herself is part of the divine flame."* *D. A. Wasson. OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES was born August 29 Cambridge, Massachusetts. At the age of twenty uated at Harvard University. For a year succee graduation he studied law, but practiced poesy; hi effusions appearing in "The Collegian," a periodi lished in 1830 by a number of the University s Among these earliest poems were The Spectre Pig, E By a Tailor, and The Meeting of the Dryads. This las as we are told in a late edition of our author's poe "written after a general pruning of the trees arou vard College," we present: It was not many centuries since, When gathered on the moonlit green, A ring of weeping sprites was seen. The Freshman's lamp had long been dim, They met not, as they once had met, And every cheek was cold and pale. |