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BLACKSHEAR, GA., THURSDAY, JANUARY 30. 1870.
A Winter Morning Idyl.
Hunting the darkness everywhere.
The snow ban clothed the moonless air
Through the long hath of night;
And now with morn the woodlands fill
Their solitude, bow bright! how still!—
The valley hides in light!
The sunrise through oar window sees
Illumined towers, illumined trees,
That melt in silver gleams,
Where the weird artist of the night.
To give the child a new delight,
flas tried to pafc t its dreams ’
The trees with druiping sparkle! glisten
Beside oar door; and—see them! listen !—
A dozen boys, aglow,
Warm-blooded, full of buoyant life,
Mingle, knee-deep, in merry strive—
Mock battles with the snow !
Losing the winter in their joy ;
What shouts! what laughter I Yonder boy,
A champion lithe and tall,
Compels his oorps with instaut will—
Am avalanche charge! Bat, massed and
Still,
These neither fly nor fall!
One little rogne, so cunning-shy,
Powders the large boy in his eye:
With quick-averted face
Another throws- a cap is flying :
To escape the ball another trying
Slips in soon-lost disgrace !
Who, smiling, watches, eager, there ?
An old man—hoar-frost in his hair,
But flower-warmth in his heart—
At yonder window, peering through
Joins in Vb* baruv h*«tl*. too. \
His boyhood taking part f
— J. J. Piatt.
BAYARD TAYLOR.
Edmund C, Ntedmnn’s Reminiscence* si the
Dead Paet, Journalist and Traveler.
Edmund O. Stedman, the poet, gives
the following reminiscences of the late
Bayard Taylor in the New York Tri¬
bune .
"The causes which led to his death at
this time," said Mr. Stedman, after a
pause, "date back several years.
When he returned from Europe then,
he found his real estate and personal
property largely though depreciated and encum¬
bered, and near the age of fifty,
he again found lumeelf forced to tolera¬
bly hard work It to support his family and
position. with his resolute was this hard work, coupled
purpose, however other
1 work might engross him, to keep up his
more serious contributions to permanent
literature, that ultimately led to his
He took great pride in his home
his own house, * Cedar-croft,’and spent
a great deal of money in its erection,
: and that with the 200 acres of land
whieb he owned and had greatly im
proved, was a source of expense rather
than income to him. He had a hand-
801116 competence when he went abroad,
°* which he earned as a journalist,
author and lecturer; never bis having earned
any money except by pen. He de
to maintain his property in Ken
nett Square, and he set to work imme
diately to pay off the debt. Dnring the
last four years he nas accomplished
this, his income amounting to from
812,000 to $18,CCtl a rear, but he ob
tained it by very haru work. In fact, he
had worked harder and accomplished
more in that time than perhaps any
other living literary man. He lectured
each winter, in all sorts of weather, and
in different parts of the country. He
contributed largely to magazines and re
views, and never more brilliantly, be
sides doiDg a gTeat amount of regular
work for the Tribune. He came from a
long lived family, and hi* strength was
very great, but he undertook too much,
He did the work of two able-bodied men
every day, and his health gave way
under the great strain on one or two
oocasiona. He was compelled to go to
the White Sulphur springs sud other
places for recuperation, but he forced
nmmeli to work again before lie had
fully recovered. During this time he
wrote his last and most important poem,
' Prince Deukalion.’ It was a source of
great trial to himself and of regret to
his friends that he was unable to go ou
with his * Life of Goethe,’ for which he
had scoured material during The his last
sojourn ble with in him Germany. inability, great trou¬
was his owing to
his excessive labors, to take sufficient
social recreation. His enemies, very
few in number, have falsely attempted
to make a point against him on this
beer-drinking. account, charging It him his with exoessive
was want of rec¬
reation and rest that killed him. He
was forced to take some stimulus to
support himself under exhausting labor,
but he waa not an excessive beer-drinker
as has been charged, though what he did
take may have helped to develop his
disease.
" No man in the oountry oould do so
much journalistic work, and do it so
well in a given time, as could Mr. Tay¬
lor. He was remarkable in brilliant off¬
illustration hand feats of I literarjt; oritioism. Ah an
might mention that about
a taining year ago two large Victor octavo volumes,con¬
poems by Hugo, in the
French, arrived by steamer and were
placed in Mr. Taylor’s hands on Thurs¬
day evening. For some reason it was
desirable that the oritioism should ap¬
pear in the Tribune of the following
Saturday, be iu the printers’ and of course bands the early copy had Fri- to
ou
' ty night. Mr. Taylor’s health was bad
tu* She tin.*,, . ” he *2«o u the
lyn meantime and another to d< fiver in New a lecture York. in He Brook¬
fin¬
ished bis review in time on Friday
night, and it appeared in the- Tribune
the following morning, covering more
than two-thirds of a page. It was equal
to any of his literary criticisms, and sur¬
passed any analysis of Hugo’s genius
that I have ever seen. One remarkable
feature of the review was over a column
of translation into English poetry from
the original, including several lyrics and
idyls, so beautifully done that they
seemed like original poems in the Eng¬
lish.
“ Mr. Taylor was a man of wide and
thorough learning, and was a much more
exact scholar than would be supposed,
Tonsidering that he was never at college
and spent a great deal of time in travel
and observation. He had a smattering
of all languages. He was familiar with
Latin and Greek, spoke French well,
aod German like a native ; lie also oon
veised in Russian, Norse, Arabic, Ital
ian, and knew something of modern
Greek. HiH knowledge of Greek was
increased by his classical feeling, which,
as with Keats, amounted almost to a
passion. He was a good botanist, and
somewhat of a geologist, and was an e»
tablished authority on geographical
questions. He was greatly interested
in all scientific studies.
"As a man he was a peer among his
fellows. He was the most simple, gen
erous-hearted man of letters I ever
knew. He was the first literary man I
met in New York, my acquaintance
dating from the time he came and took
me by the hand in 1860, after the publi
| cation of one of my articles. He was
never friends so happy as when surrounded by
his in his own house. He had
unbounded hospitality, and made his
house the center of literary life in the
city. New York will greatly miss him,
anil just such a leader was needed to
u ive encouragement to onr literary life,
He was accused sometimes of egoism,
but he was not egoistical in the proper
sense of the term. He was frank and
outspoken, and showed his feelings
plainly, which gave rise to that charge,
He always denounced shams and hum
bugs, but I do not believe be ever did a
mean act; and he Dever grew angry ex
cept on account of the meanness of
others.
“ His private letters, of which I have
NO. 47.
a great uutuber, were far more delight¬
ful than his published ones. He was
very careful iu his published letters not
to feelings say anything distinguished that might wound the
of persons from
whom he received hospitality abroad.
His private letters are full of the most
interesting anecdotes and conversations
wjth leading authors and magnates of
other lands, and are charming in their
clearness and eeprit. His faults, and
wo all have them, were rather of a lova¬
ble nature. He cared moet for his repu¬
tation as a poet, and his books on travel
and novels were a secondary matter with
him.
Tall Stories.
A friend of the " Drawer ” was a so¬
journer in Ireland dnring the past sum¬
mer, and of course visited the lakes of
Killarney. He set out for the Gap o(
Dunloe, which is a wild mountain pass,
intending to walk through it to the
upper lake, which is the usual mode of
approach for the tourist. While thus
proceeding, the little hut or cabin occu¬
pied by Kearney, a descendant of the far-lamed
Kate that dangerous becuty of
long ago, and situated at the base of a
mountain, was passed. As our friend
approached of it, the guide- a genuine
specimen and that race which springs
green flower vigorous from the "first
of the earth and first gem of the
■ea ’’—began his legends about the lo¬
cality :
"Do ye see that meuntain,” said he,
" behind the cabin there t —I mane Kate
Kearney's leas daeindaat's oabiu. Well, it’s
no nor *>• 5ssg 4 Rgy^.y;
feet high, and it is wyll known that whin
Kate Kearney from the top of it un¬
loosed her nair, it touched the base
there fornint you. "
••is it pos rible?” said our friend,
" Indade, youYairom it is, sir ; but shure I
see that America; and as for
stories, li’s notVorth while te be tellin’
thim to one your peop le. Didn’t I oome
wid some gintlemm fr om the States to
this place a short time ago, and suoh
stones I never heard in my life as they
gave me. I wondher it f hey could be
throe f And wondhering I have been
ever since I heard thim, what wondher
ful places and things ye must have
there? I wondher if the stories were
tbrue? ’’ again said the guide, if
as car¬
ried to the depths of doubt and reflection.
" What are the stories ? ” said our
friend.
"Shure,"said the guide, "Ioouldn’t
be tellin’ all the stories in a short ride
like this ; but oue of thim has struck my
heart and soul, and I’ll Diver forget it—
niver, niver! I wondher if it can be
thrue!"
" Well, let us hear it, said our
friend, "and we will decide.
told "Well/' said the guide, " afther I
them some of my tales, shure they
began to give me back the woudhers,
and one of thim—a very dacent-lookin*
man he was, and not given, I should
tbi«>k, to lyin’—began to tell of the
splendid holels yez have in America,
and—I’ll never forget it—told me that
there was one in New York celled the
Fifth Avenue hotel, and that it was three
miles and a half loDg ; not only that,
sir, but that the waitturs rode round on
ponies servin' the guests! I wonder if
that was throe ? ’’—Harper’* Magazine..
Judge Wendell went fishing MIC
Trnckee, Cal. The stream was almost
dry, and he oould walk over its rocky
bed between the pools. He sat down
on a bowlder and dropped his line into a
pool. Looking Suddenly he beard a tremendous
roar. up stream, be saw a vast
body of water, eight feet high, rushing
down upon him. A dam had broken
away. He ran as fast as he could, yet
not very swiftly, being fat and short¬
legged. The water quickly overtook
him and carried him nearly a quarter of
a mile, finally throwing him on the
bank so nearly drowned that he waa
thought to be dead.
