Go stand on the beach of the broad, boundless deep, III. Go list to the breeze at the waning of day, And they blight with their breath all that's lovely and fair; And they groan like the ghosts "in the land of de- Ask them what ails them? they never reply- V. Go stand on the rivulet's lily-fringed side, VI. When the shadows of twilight are grey on the hill, Go list to the voice of the wild whippoorwill, Where the flowers are in bloom-where the singing-It wails sad as over-it never tells why. birds play; How it sighs when it flies on its wearisome way! IV. "Why does your poetry sound like a sigh?" The bird will not answer you-neither shall I. VII. Go list to the voices of earth, air, and sea, Go watch the wild blasts, as they spring from their And thousands of sighs swell their grand melody; Ask them what ails them? they will not reply- JULIA PLEASANTS CRESWELL. (From "Southland Writers." By Ida Raymond.) "A WONDERFULLY clever writer," says a noted critic," or was before her marriage, for she has written (printed) very little since." strikes the lyre it responds chiefly in those The most ambitious and most faultless Mrs. Creswell is a native of Huntsville, Alabama-one of the most beautiful and hospitable cities of the Southland. Charles Lanman thus speaks of this town: "It occupies an elevated position, and is hemmed in with high hills, from the summit of which it presents an uncommonly picturesque appearance.. . It is supplied with the best of water from a mammoth spring, which gushes from a rock in the center of the town, and this, with the array of from one to two hundred saddle horses which are daily collected around the county court house square, ought to be mentioned as among the features of the place. But. on becoming acquainted with the people of Huntsville, the stranger will find that they are the leading character." This was an ante bellum view—yet, in this latter particular the people are not changed; and, "on the score of hospitality," they are still not to be sur-Ritchie duel, Gov. James Pleasants among passed by their neighbors, making a stranger "to feel perfectly at home." Mrs. Creswell had a right to expect an inheritance of talent from both sides of her house. Her father belonged to the Pleasants family of Virginia, which has contributed several distinguished names to the annals of that State. John Hampton Pleasants, of Richmond, who fell in the famous the dead, and Henry R. Pleasants among And Charles Lanman thus speaks of the Pleasants are from Wales, an old family of subject of this sketch-(1854): "But of all the impressions made upon me during my visit here, the most agreeable by far was made by Miss Julia Pleasants, the young and accomplished poetess. She is as great a favorite in the entire South as she is in this, her native town, and is destined to be wherever the thoughis of genius can be appreciated. She commenced her literary career by contributing an occasional poem to the Louisville Journal. . . . . Born and bred in the lap of luxury, it is a wonder that the intellect of Miss Pleasants should have been so well disciplined as its fruits, in spite of their unripeness, would leave one to suppose it had been. But death having recently made her an orphan, and taken from her side a much loved sister, she has been schooled in the ways of Providence, as well as of the world, and now when she England, which I judge, from its recurring "Her great grandfather's family were very literature, it was from Miss Swift's earnest counsels and inspiring "excelsior" of spirit, if I may use the expression, that she gained the perseverance that strives to conquer all things, and the energetic determination that, in spite of obstacles, knows no such word as tail. or of Gen. Tarleton-Tarleton Pleasants. the only reward, and the sweet satisfaction But as the war developed Gen. Tarleton's of knowledge gained the happiness. Miss hostility to the American cause, the indig- Swift was afterwards selected by Governor nant boy of fifteen dropped the 'e' in his Slade, of Vermont, to take charge of a name, writing it 'Tarlton.' This alteration, Normal School, designed for the education however, did not satisfy his patriotism, for of teachers for Oregon. although he bore the name during his life, If it had been possible for a girl with such he forbid it being perpetuated among his de-intellectual parents as Julia Pleasants' to scendants. Tarlton Pleasants was a high-have failed to imbibe at home a fondness for ly educated and accomplished gentleman, to judge from his finely written letters. He was ninety-four years old when he died. His means were limited, and Mrs. Creswell's father left his home in Hanover county at the age of sixteen, to push his own fortunes. He sojourned awhile in the Old Dominion State as printer's boy, and then as sub-editor. The Territory of Alabama was then enthusing the Western world, and he went thither, landing at Huntsville, one of the earliest setlers. His popular manners won him golden opinions from all, and he was elected to the office of Secretary of State, Thomas Bibb being at that time Governor of the State; and he met and married the second daughter of the Governor." Julia was the second child of the marriage. Soon after his marriage, Mr. Pleasants abandoned politics, and engaged in mercantile life. Ex-Governor Bibb owned immense estates, and Julia was reared in the lap of luxury, so to speak. Mr. Pleasants wrote with ease and facility, having a fondness for the pursuit. From childhood Julia was fond of fashioning her thoughts in rhyme, and her father fostered the inclination. He was especially solicitous to secure to his children all the advantages of which, in some measure, his own youth had been deprived. Julia was very fortunate in having for eight years the instruction of a very superior woman. Miss Pleasants' cousin, Thomas Bibb Bradley, a gifted, ambitious, ardent, and aspiring young poet, who died at an early age—(“ A brilliant bud of promise was cut off in him”) first drew her poems from their obscurity, and startled her timid doubtfulness by launching them upon the "sea of publicity." The generous spirit of George D. Prentice found kind and tender things to say of her timid fledglings of the imagination. Mr. T. B. Bradley gathered up some of his own and his cousin's poems, and brought out a joint volume. Mrs. Creswell says, in alluding to this volume: "The volume was not credited to me, and still less so to my cousin. My own poems were disfigured by misprints, and only one in the book is a fair sample of my cousin's brilliant powers. He was younger than myself, and at that age when a writer falls readily into the style of the last author he has been reading. There is one poem in the book-'My Sister'-giving the full sweep of his wing, which the lovers of true music will not willingly let die. I have no hesitation in saying that it challenges criticism, and is, without doubt, one of the most perfect poems in our language." It is with pleasure that I give the small meed of praise to one of the many teachers who deserve a great reward for their well doing, but seldom receive it in life. Mrs. Swift (from Middleton, Vt.) was a very remarkable woman-one who acted always on the broad ground that learning is dear for itself alone, and in her admirable school no prizes were held out to cause heart-burnings and deception—no dreadful punishments to intimidate the fearful and appal the wicked. The consciousness of having done well was I she sung her sweetest songs. Mrs. Creswell has never published any other volume, although she has the material for several-poetry and novels in MSS. She was married in 1864, to David Creswell, a native of South Carolina. She was left an orphan by the simultaneous death of her parents, after which she resided several years with her grandmother, Mrs. Bibb. Here she lost her sister Addie, about whom Judge Creswell is a man of distinguished talents, and was a wealthy planter, but lost everything by the war, and has resumed his practice at the bar. Mrs. Creswell, was teaching a village school, proud to be able to assist her husband thus much. When misfortunes and poverty tempestuously assail, then our "women of the South" are distinguished for their heroic acts and brave hearts. Mrs. Creswell's home is near Shreveport, La., where she is the "home fairy," happy, surrounded by a quartette of children-of whom the only daughter, who is named "Adrienne," (the nom de plume under which her mother wrote,) having inherited the poetic temperament, at the early age of ten dabbles in "rhymes." THE VIEWLESS BRIDE. Sad, sad and low the Old Year's dying sigh The fair Young Year trips through the wintry rime. Ah! who can tell through what a wildering way- A ruined star, and waves her flamy flags, And crimson heart-drops stain her snowy feet, The fair Young Year!-her dowry is the tears. That stricken mortals fling on silent biers; And where the desert girds the lone palm tree- Such sorrows are, and oh! far more beside, Some blessings dripping from the dewy wings; Aye, though she only boasts of terrene birth, With tender hand, the snowy almond leaves. Beyond the cagle-crested larch, O'er many a wild gorge springing, Where'er its solemn winding march Her lover's horn was ringing. And strangely through the shadows rung That wild, unearthly measure, Apollo's lute ne'er charmed the Nine, Than those clear notes, which, thro' the pine, The Snow Prince bore his bride afar, And when the broad, red beams repose, They found her robed in Alpine snows- 'Twas thus the ancient legend ran, Perchance a vagary idle, Which charmed some old gray-headed man To sing the Snow-King's Bridal. |