ANDREW MARVELL, the friend and assistant of Milton as secretary to Cromwell, was born Nov. 15, 1620, or March 2, 1621, and died in London, Aug. 16, 1678. His poetry is sweet and beautiful. On account of his personal probity he has been called the "British Aristides." SEE how the orient dew, Shed from the bosom of the morn Into the blowing roses, Yet careless of its mansion new, And in its little globe's extent Shines with a mournful light: Because so long divided from the sphere. So, the soul, that drop, that ray, Could it within the human flower be seen, Remembering still its former height, Shuns the sweet leaves and blossoms green; And, recollecting its own light, Does, in its pure and circling thoughts, express Every way it turns away! JOHN GARDNER CALKINS BRAINARD was born at New London, Conn., Oct. 21, 1796. He graduated at Yale College in the class of 1814, and was for some years editor of the Connecticut Mirror. He published a volume of poems in 1825, and died Sept. 26, 1828. His memoir was written by his friend, the poet John G Whittier. THE thoughts are strange that crowd into my brain, While I look upward to thee. It would seem As if God poured thee from his “hollow hand,” And hung his bow upon thine awful front; And spoke in that loud voice, which seemed to him Who dwelt in Patmos for his Saviour's sake, "The sound of many waters "; and had bade Thy flood to chronicle the ages back, And notch his centuries in the eternal rocks. Deep calleth unto deep And what are we, That hear the question of that voice sublime? Oh, what are all the notes that ever rung From war's vain trumpet, by thy thundering side! Yea, what is all the riot man can make Above its loftiest mountains? a light wave, That breaks, and whispers of its Maker's might. JOHN GARDNER CALKINS BRAINARD. LAKE SUPERIOR. SAMUEL GRISWOLD GOODRICH, better known as "Peter Parley," was born at Ridgefield, Conn., Aug. 19, 1793. and in 1824 became a publisher in Hartford, but removed to Boston, where he published a variety of popular literature. He edited and compiled one hundred and seventy volumes One of his works, a history, was prepared by Nathaniel Hawthorne, but issued in the name of Peter Parley. (See Lathrop's "Hawthorne," p. 172) He died in New York, May 9, 1860. "FATHER of lakes!" thy waters bend Beyond the eagle's utmost view, When, throned in heaven, he sees thee send Back to the sky its world of blue. THE BROOK. Boundless and deep, the forests weave Their twilight shade thy borders o'er, And threatening cliffs, like giants, heave Their rugged forms along thy shore. Pale silence, mid thy hollow caves, With listening ear, in sadness broods; Nor can the light canoes, that glide The thunder-riven oak, that flings Its grisly arms athwart the sky, A sudden, startling image brings To the lone traveller's kindled eye. The gnarled and braided boughs, that show The very echoes round this shore Have caught a strange and gibbering tone; For they have told the war-whoop o'er, Till the wild chorus is their own. 69 MRS. META HEusser-SchweizER was born in the village of Hirzel, canton Zürich, Switzerland, April 6, 1797, and was the fourth daughter of the pastor of the village. Her education was slight, but she was familiar with the Bible and Nature. In 1821 she became the wife of Dr. Heusser, an eminent physician who had come to Hirzel to live, and by him she had three sons and four daughters. In the midst of heavy family cares she composed poetry, some of which was first printed in Knapp's Almanac, "Christoterpe," in 1834, without her name. Since that time her poems have been widely circulated Her whole life was spent among the mountains about her birthplace. She died Jan 2, 1876. She was a woman of rare genius, culture, and piety, admired and beloved by all who knew her, although she lived retired all her life. She is the most gifted female poet in the German tongue. Several of her hymns have passed into Swiss and German hymn-books. A number of her poems were translated into English by her congenial friend, Miss Jane Borthwick of Scotland, and published by Nelson under the title "Alpine Lyrics" (Edinburgh and London, 1875). FAIR stream of the peaceful valley, Have they robbed thee of all thy treasures, Ah, what pictures of perfect beauty But the sound of axe and hatchet Then the birch and the alder vanished, Now all is bare and dreary; Over the cold gray stone For loved companions gone. Yet see! the blue heaven is mirrored Flow on thy course to the ocean, Fair stream, and lament no more! Thou hast gained more abiding treasures Than all those possessed before. I, too, may pursue my journey, And lament not, nor repine, — What matter though earth be lonely, MRS. META HEUSSER SCHWEIZER, freely translated FOR ONE RETIRED INTO THE COUNTRY. HENCE, lying world, with all thy care, With all thy shows of good and fair, Of beautiful or great! Stand with thy slighted charms aloof, HINTS. Two thirsty travellers chanced one day to meet One drank out of the hollow of his hand, And found the water very cool and sweet. The other waited for a smith to beat And fashion for his use a golden cup; And while he waited, fainting in the heat, The sunshine came and drank the fountain up! In a green field two little flowers there were, And both were fair in the face and tender-eyed; One took the light and dew that heaven supplied, And all the summer gusts were sweet with her. The other, to her nature false, denied That she had any need of sun and dew, And hung her silly head, and sickly grew, And, frayed and faded, all untimely died. A vine of the bean, that had been early wed Out of his arms, and, vainly chafing, said: "This fellow is an enemy of mine, And dwarfs me with his shade." She would not see That she was made a vine, and not a tree, And that a tree is stronger than a vine. ALICE CARY. |