of the concern has been changed on several occasions, until now there is not one of its publishers who was so when Mr. G. went into it, yet with the exception of one year in which he was otherwise engaged, he has retained his connection with it. Those who are acquainted with Mr. Gallagher only from his poetry, will be surprised to learn that his general acquaintance with all the business relations of the Mississippi Valley, is scarcely second to that of any other man. He takes a hearty interest in the subject of internal improvements, and in every movement designed to develop the resources and to advance the prosperity of the West. He has earnestly advocated the establishment of railroads, and has contributed much towards convincing the public of their utility and profit, by elaborate statistics procured by him at the expense of much time and trouble. In the periodicals and newspapers with which he has been associated, he has earnestly advocated all kinds of public improvements relating to agricultural, commercial, and manufacturing interests. All charitable institutions have ever found in him a fast friend and ready advocate. He has paid much attention to the early history of the Western country, and has collected many exciting materials in relation to various pioneers, from which he has framed articles embodying the results of his industry. Thoroughly penetrated with the conviction of the indispensable necessity of education to the welfare and glory of the nation, he has been constant in his efforts to promote the success of systems of public schools and collegiate institutions. For his zeal in behalf of education, the Western College of Teachers, in their annual meeting for 1839, adopted a resolution acknowledging the importance of his services, and offering him the thanks of that body for them. For the comprehensiveness of his views, his earnestness, zeal, and public spirit, and for the labor he has bestowed on all subjects connected with the best interests of the community, Mr. Gallagher is justly entitled to the high honor of being generally recognized as a public benefactor. In Cincinnati, where his services are best known and appreciated, there are many persons who would willingly endorse any eulogium that our friendship for him might induce us to pass on his spirit and his important services. These services were acknowledged by the members of the Whig County Convention, who, in 1842, nominated him as a candidate for the Legislature over the heads of several distinguished competitors for the nomination, on account of his extensive acquaintance He with the interests of Cincinnati and the State at large. declined the honor, however, at that time, on grounds that were highly creditable to him and satisfactory to the numerous friends who warmly urged on him the acceptance of the nomination.", The prose writings of Mr. Gallagher are marked by a simple, practical, clear style, rather singularly destitute of ornament when we consider the poetic tendencies of his thoughts. He avoids all circumlocution, and works earnestly toward the end he has in view. He chooses Saxon words in preference to those of more "learned length and thundering sound," and writes down to the capacity of the least educated. In his stories, where the play of fancy is legitimately indulged, there are occasional passages of high-wrought beauty, in which pleasant sentiments are clothed in flowery diction. But as a general rule, there is nothing in his prose which indicates that it proceeds from a mind which has dreamed of cloud-land by the year, and in which flowers spring up as naturally as in the soil of a prairie. It is as a poet that Mr. Gallagher is best known, and in this character he enjoys a high reputation throughout the United States. He has written much that is worthy of preservation, and much that will live to be admired long after the present generation has passed away. Our design, however, is not to praise his poetry, but to present some specimens of it to our readers, in connection with the scattered facts of his biography which we have collected. In looking over his poetry we find it has changed its character in accordance with the changes which observation and reflection have impressed on his mind. There are three distinctly marked periods in his poetical life. The poems of the first period exhibit no very decided individuality of character. They were suggested by reading and casual occurrences, and show the influence which a study of Coleridge and Byron exerted over his mind. The "Penitent" exhibits the fruits of this study very clearly.-The second period is marked by poems which indcate much familiarity with external nature, and in it were written "August, "May," "Miami Woods," "Harvest Hymn," "My Early Days," &c.-The poems of the third period betoken much more sympathy with Humanity. It was during this period. that those poems which have commanded most attention were produced-such as "The Laborer," "Truth and Freedom," "Be Firm, be True," "The Promise of the Present," "A Hymn to the Day that is Dawning," "The Artisan," "Conservatism," &c. In our selections, we shall endeavor to be as chronologically correct as the means now at our command will admit of. The three poems in connection with which Mr. Gallagher's name was first made public, were entitled "Eve's Banishment," "The Bridal," and the "Wreck at Sea." We present two of them, as fair specimens of his achievements in verse in what we have called the first period of his poetical life: THE BRIDAL. He stood before the altar; and a shade And a slight tremor thrilled him, as the blood They stood together-and their hearts were proud, The guerdon of their love-and that the star Here endeth this fair picture. Time wore on, And filled their places at the social hearth: The Wreck at Sea," had a prodigious run in its day, having been copied into almost every newspaper at that time in existence. It is one of Mr. Gallagher's most imaginative productions. THE WRECK AT SEA. THE sun was low-a flood of light Slept on the glittering ocean And Night's dark robes were journeying up, And ever-and-anon was heard The sea-mew's shriek-ill-omened bird! Down sunk the sun-the gathering mist A blood-red banner o'er it: Then trembled timid souls with fear- But brave hearts quailed not then. And heard the dead's low wail, And soon the barque a wreck was driven, Now shrank with fear each gallant heart— And the last prayer was offered up And murmured still the sea- And still the wreck was onward driven, And MAN's proud soul to Fate was given, Gaped wide the Deep-down plunged the wreck- Death's wings flapped o'er that sinking deck- Another early poem is a very touching one addressed to his excellent mother. The second stanza is especially beautiful in every thing but the word "god-like," which is altogether too formidable a word for the occasion. Here it is: то MY MOTHER. THY cheek-it is pale, my mother, So "few and far between," 'Tis a bitter thing, iny mother, To look on a parent's decay-- He ploughs in the god-like brow- For the weary heart a home- |