This blank verse on Judas's betrayal of Christ. The delivered lectures on the British Poets. poet assumes that Judas was really devoted to his popular author belongs to a family distinguished Master, was of an enthusiastic temperament, and for literary attainments. His grandfather, Judge believed that, if he delivered up Jesus, a glorious Lowell, and his father, Dr Charles Lowell, pastor manifestation of the Godhead would take place, of the West Church, Boston, were both highly confounding the Saviour's enemies, and prostrating accomplished men, and several other relations them in adoration; but when he saw Christ were men of culture and eminence in society. bound with cords and taken prisoner, he was over- His wife, née Maria White (1821-1853), was a whelmed with grief and horror, and flinging down poetess of more than ordinary merit, and the subthe money he had received, went and hanged him-ject of Longfellow's fine poem, The Two Angels. self! The following is Mr Story's conception of the appearance of the Saviour on earth: Tall, slender, not erect, a little bent; Brows arched and dark; a high-ridged lofty head; To look beyond you, and whene'er he spoke At times, too, gleaming with a strange wild fire JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. The successor of Mr Longfellow in Harvard College has well sustained the honours of the professorial chair. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, born at Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1819, appeared as an author in 1841, when he published a volume of poems entitled A Year's Life. In 1844 he produced a second series of Poems; in 1845, Conversations on some of the Old Poets; in 1848, a third series of Poems, and The Biglow Papers, a poetical satire on the invasion of Mexico by the United States, the slavery question, &c. In this last work Mr Lowell seems to have struck into the true vein of his genius. His humour is rich and original, and his use of the Yankee dialect was a novelty in literature. In his serious and sentimental verse the poet has several equals and some superiors in his own country; but as a humorist he is unrivalled. In January 1855 Mr Lowell succeeded Longfellow as Professor of Modern Languages and Belles-lettres in Harvard College. In 1864 appeared a second series of The Biglow Papers; in 1869, Under the Willows, and other Poems, and The Cathedral, an epic poem ; in 1870, a volume of prose essays entitled Among my Books; and in 1871, My Study Windows, a second collection of essays, most of which had previously appeared in periodicals, and all of which are remarkable for critical taste and acumen. Mr Lowell has been connected editorially and as a contributor with many American reviews and magazines; has edited the poems of Marvell, Donne, Keats, Wordsworth, and Shelley, and also On Popular Applause. I thank ye, my friens, for the warmth o' your greetin'; I expected 'fore this, 'thout no gret of a row, But the people they wouldn't be Mexicans, cuss 'em! Hints to Statesmen. A ginooine statesman should be on his guard, The darned things 'll up an' mean sunthin' or 'nother. What Mr Robinson Thinks. Parson Wilbur sez he never heerd in his life An' marched round in front of a drum an' a fife, Sez they didn't know everythin' down in Judee. Invocation to Peace. Where's Peace? I start, some clear-blown night, I hev been gladder o' sech things Than cocks o' spring or bees o' clover, They filled my heart with livin' springs, But now they seem to freeze 'em over; Sights innercent ez babes on knee, Peaceful ez eyes o' pastur'd cattle, Jes' coz they be so, seem to me To rile me more with thoughts o' battle. In-doors an' out by spells I try; Ma'am Natur' keeps her spin-wheel goin', But leaves my natur' stiff an' dry Ez fiel's o' clover arter mowin'; An' her jes' keepin' on the same, Calmer than clock-work, an' not carin', Is wus than ef she took to swearin. Thet lulls, then suddin takes to flappin' Under the yaller-pines I house, When sunshine makes 'em all sweet-scented, An' hear among their furry boughs The baskin' west-wind purr contentedWhile 'way o'erhead, ez sweet an' low Ez distant bells thet ring for meetin', The wedged wil' geese their bugles blow, Further an' further South retreatin'. Rat-tat-tat-tattle thru the street I hear the drummers makin' riot, An' I set thinkin' o' the feet Thet follered once an' now are quiet, White feet ez snowdrops innercent, Thet never knowed the paths o' Satan, Why, han't I held 'em on my knee? Three likely lads ez wal could be, Handsome an' brave, an' not tu knowin'? I set an' look into the blaze Whose natur', jes' like theirn, keeps climbin', Ez long 'z it lives, in shinin' ways, An' half despise myself for rhymin'. Wut's words to them whose faith an' truth Flashed on afore the charge's thunder, Thet rived the rebel line asunder? "Tan't right to hev the young go fust, All throbbin' full o' gifts an' graces, Leavin' life's paupers dry ez dust To try an' make b'lieve fill their places: Nothin' but tells us wut we miss, Ther''s gaps our lives can't never say in, An' thet world seems so fur from this Lef' for us loafers to grow gray in! My eyes cloud up for rain; my mouth Will take to twitchin' roun' the corners ; I pity mothers, tu, down South, For all they sot among the scorners : I'd sooner take my chance to stan' At Jedgment where your meanest slave is, Than at God's bar hol' up a han' Ez drippin' red ez yourn, Jeff Davis ! Come, Peace! not like a mourner bowed An' step that proves ye Victory's daughter! Longin' for you, our sperits wilt Like shipwrecked men's on raf's for water! Come, while our country feels the lift Of a gret instinct shoutin' forwards, An' knows thet freedom an't a gift Thet tarries long in han's o' cowards! Come, sech ez mothers prayed for, when They kissed their cross with lips thet quivered, An' bring fair wages for brave men, A nation saved, a race delivered ! The Courtin'. Zekle crep up, quite unbeknown, Agin' the chimbly crooknecks hung, The ole queen's arm that gran'ther Young The wannut logs shot sparkles out Towards the pootiest, bless her! The very room, coz she wuz in, Ez the apples she wuz peelin'. She heerd a foot an' knowed it, tu, MATTHEW ARNOLD. The eldest son of the celebrated Dr Arnold of Rugby has inherited no small share of his father's critical talent and independent judgment. MATTHEW ARNOLD was born at Laleham, near Staines, in Middlesex, December 24, 1822. He won the Newdigate Prize at Oxford in 1843, by a poem on Cromwell, and was elected a Fellow of Oriel College in 1845. In 1847 the Marquis of Lansdowne nominated him his private secretary, and he held this post till 1851, when he was appointed one of the government school inspectors. Previous to this, Mr Arnold published anonymously The Strayed Reveller, and other Poems; in 1853 appeared Empedocles on Etna, and other Poems; and in 1854, Poems, the first volume to which his name was attached, and which consisted of selections from the previous two volumes, with the addition of some new pieces. In 1857 Mr Arnold was elected Professor of Poetry at Oxford; and in the year following he published Merope, a tragedy after the antique, with a preface, in which he explains and comments on the principles of the Greek tragedy. In 1861 he published Three Lectures On Translating Homer; and in 1867 a new volume of Poems. In 1869 he issued a collected edition of his Poems in two volumes, the first narrative and elegiac, the second dramatic and lyric. As a poet, Mr Arnold may be ranked with Lord Lytton; he is a classic and elaborate versifier, often graceful, but without the energy and fire of the true poet. His prose works include Essays on Criticism, 1865; On the Study of Celtic Literature, 1867; Culture and Anarchy, 1869; St Paul and Protestantism, 1870; &c. A somewhat haughty aristocratic spirit pervades these essays. Mr Arnold has no patience with the middle-class 'Philistines,' the dullards and haters of light, who care only for what is material and practical. He is also a zealous Churchman, with little regard for Nonconformists or Puritans; yet in all these treatises are fine trains of thought and criticism, and original suggestive observations from which all sects may profit. Mr Arnold has received the honorary degree of Doctor of Laws from both Edinburgh and Oxford universities. The following is a specimen of Mr Arnold's blank verse: Mycerinus. Mycerinus, son of Cheops, reigned over Egypt. He was a just king, according to Herodotus, but an oracle proclaimed that he was to live but six years longer, on which he abdicated his throne, and, accompanied by a band of revellers, retired to the silence of the groves and woods.' There by the river banks he wandered on From palm-grove on to palm-grove, happy trees, Flushed guests, and golden goblets, foamed with wine; It may be that sometimes his wondering soul Nor, palled with its own fullness, ebbed and died Children Asleep.-From Tristram and Isrult? Lines written in Kensington Gardens. In this lone open glade I lie, Screened by deep boughs on either hand, And, at its head, to stay the eye, Those dark-crowned, red-boled pine-trees stand. Birds here make song; each bird has his How thick the tremulous sheep-cries come! To take his nurse his broken toy; Deep in her unknown day's employ. Counts his day's spoil, his spotted trout. In the huge world which roars hard by Was breathed on by the rural Pan. I on men's impious uproar hurled Yet here is peace for ever new! When I, who watch them, am away, Still all things in this glade go through The changes of their quiet day. Then to their happy rest they pass, The flowers close, the birds are fed, The night comes down upon the grass, The child sleeps warmly in his bed. Calm soul of all things! make it mine To feel, amid the city's jar, That there abides a peace of thine, Man did not make, and cannot mar! The will to neither strive nor cry, The power to feel with others, give! Calm, calm me more, nor let me die Before I have begun to live. DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI-MISS ROSSETTI. An English artist, MR D. G. ROSSETTI, one of the originators of what is termed the Pre-Raphaelite style of art, or imitation of the early Italian painters, with their vivid colours, minute details, and careful finish, is known also as a poet and translator. In 1861 Mr Rossetti published The Early Italian Poets from Ciullo d'Alcamo to Dante Alighieri (1100-1200–1300), in the original metres, together with Dante's Vita Nuova. In 1870 he issued a volume of Poems, some of which were early productions printed in periodical works. Nearly all of them are in form and colour, subject and style of treatment, similar to the PreRaphaelite pictures. The first relates the thoughts and musings of a maiden in heaven while waiting the arrival of her lover from the land of the living: From The Blessed Damozel? The blessed damozel leaned out And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe ungirt from clasp to hem, For service, meetly worn; And her hair hanging down her back, It was the rampart of God's house By God built over the starry depth, So high that looking downward thence, It lies in heaven, across the flood Heard hardly some of her new friends And still she bowed herself, and stooped Until her bosom must have made Along her bended arm. From the fixed place of heaven she saw Time like a pulse shake fierce Its path; and now she spoke as when The Sea Limits. Consider the sea's listless chime; Is the sea's end: our sight may pass No quiet, which is death's-it hath The mournfulness of ancient life, Last utterly, the whole sky stands Listen alone among the woods; Mr Rossetti is a native of London, born in 1828, son of Mr Gabriel Rossetti, Professor of Italian at King's College, London, and author of a Commentary on Dante (1826-27), who died in 1854, aged seventy-one. CHRISTINA GAbriela RosseTTI (born in 1830), daughter of the Professor, and sister of the above Dante Gabriel, is also an author, having written Goblin Market, and other Poems, 1862; Prince's Progress, 1866; Commonplace and other Short Stories (in prose), 1870; Nursery Rhyme Book, 1872; &c. ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE In 1865 appeared a dramatic poem entitled Atalanta in Calydon, founded on the beautiful Greek legend of Calydon, and thoroughly Grecian in form and spirit. This work was hailed, both by the lovers and critics of poetry, as one of the most finished imaginative poems produced since the days of Shelley. It is the produce,' said the Edinburgh Review, 'not of the tender lyrical faculty which so often waits on sensitive youth, and afterwards fades into the common light of day, nor even of the classical culture of which it is itself a signal illustration, but of an affluent apprehensive genius which, with ordinary care and fair fortune, will take a foremost place in English literature.' In truth, the young poet had by this one bound *This image of the sea-shell had been previously used both by Landor and Wordsworth. placed himself in the first rank of our poets. His next work, Chastelard (1865), was a tragedy founded on the story of Mary, Queen of Scots, and the unfortunate young chevalier who accompanied the queen from France, and who fell a victim to his romantic and extravagant passion for Mary. The subject was a perilous one for the drama, even when handled with the utmost delicacy; but MR SWINBURNE treated it with voluptuous warmth; while his portrait of the heroine, whom he represented as cruel, relentless, and licentious, shocked the admirers of the queen. In 1866 appeared a volume of Poems and Ballads, which was considered so strongly objectionable, that Mr Swinburne's publishers, Messrs Moxon & Co., withdrew it from circulation. To the critical outcry against it, the poet replied in a pamphlet of Notes protesting against the prudery of his assailants; and one of his friends, Mr W. M. Rossetti, in a Criticism on Swinburne's Poems and Ballads, pleaded that 'in fact Mr Swinburne's mind appeared to be very like a tabula rasa on moral and religious subjects, so occupied is it with instincts, feelings, perceptions, and a sense of natural or artistic fitness and harmony!' The subsequent works of the poet areA Song of Italy, 1867; William Blake, a Critical Essay, 1867; Siena, a poem, 1868; Ode on the Proclamation of the French Republic, 1870; and Songs before Sunrise, 1871. He has also edited selections from the poems of Byron and Coleridge, and contributed a few admirable critical essays to literary journals. Mr Swinburne is a native of London, son of Admiral Swinburne, and born in 1837. He received his earlier education in France and at Eton; in 1857 he was entered a commoner of Balliol College, Oxford, but left the university without taking a degree. In his twenty-third year he published two plays, The Queen Mother and Rosamund, which exhibit literary power, but are crude and immature productions. We subjoin some extracts from Calydon. In these may be noted one drawback, which has come to be a mannerism of the poet-a too great proneness to alliteration. 'I will something affect the letter,' says Holofernes, 'for it argues facility;' but in highly poetical and melodious lines like the following, it is a defect. Extract from 'Atalanta in Calydon? CHIEF HUNTSMAN. Maiden, and mistress of the months and stars A light for dead men and dark hours, a foot To all things fierce and fleet that roar and range. man See goodlier hounds or deadlier hedge of spears; Rise up, shine, stretch thine hand out, with thy bow Touch the most dimmest height of trembling heaven, Chorus. Before the beginning of years There came to the making of man Grief, with a glass that ran; Love, that endures for a breath; And Life, the shadow of death. From under the feet of the years; And dust of the labouring earth; In the houses of death and of birth; And death beneath and above, The holy spirit of man. From the winds of the north and the south They filled his body with life; And night, and sleep in the night. In his heart is a blind desire, In his eyes foreknowledge of death; In 1874 Mr Swinburne published an epic drama or tragedy, Bothwell, continuing the history of Mary, Queen of Scots, after the episode of Chastelard. This tragedy of Bothwell is a most voluminous work-upwards of 15,000 lines-and with a numerous dramatis persona, including, besides Darnley and the Queen, the four Maries, Rizzio, John Knox, the Regent Murray, French 475 |