Upon that matron's face a look of pride! though she might upon his manly charms More of the CALVIN school, to STOWE within More ABBOTTS, fain the cloistered young to guide More FRANKS, to PIERCE‡ the serried hosts of war The day when Right shall over Might prevail: For palaces as well, or learning's seat: More CHANDLERS, working at their lawful wares, By which the tongue can thrill the human heart: More sons, in fine, each post and sphere to grace THE SHORES OF MAINE. BY ISAAC M'LELLAN. FAR in the sunset's mellow glory, Green bright shores of Maine. Rivers of surpassing beauty From thy hemlock woodlands flow,- Saco, chill'd by northern snow. Bays resplendent as the heaven, Bound to foreign strand. Bright from many a rocky headland Bright by many an ocean valley NOTES. PAGE 7-(a). These extracts are from Longfellow's 'Dramatic Poem,' entitled the Spanish Student,' which, in many respects, is the finest poem he has written. It is of a different character from Evangeline, and shows that the genius of its author is versatile and brilliant. The passages here quoated, are some of the most beautiful which it contains. Without this poem no library is complete. Page 101st line-read mystery for history. Since our work has been in press, and after the sketch of Mr. Willis was printed, we learned that he was not so dangerously ill as supposed, although quite feeble. Page 44(b). In the Scamander,- before contending for the prize of beauty on Mount Ida. Its head waters fill a beautiful tank near the falls of Troy. Page 38(c). Parrhasius, a painter of Athens, from among those Oly hthian captives Philip of Macedon brought home to sell, bought one very old man; and when he had him at his house, put him to death with extreme torture and torment, the better, by his example, to express the pains and passions of his Prometheus, whom he was then about to paint.- BURTON'S ANATOMY OF MELANCHOLY. Page 54(d). This poem was prepared for the press on the day succeeding Mr. Thatcher's death, which explains the opening lines. Page 59-(e). One prisoner I saw, who had been imprisoned from his youth, and was said to be occasionally insane in consequence. He enjoyed no companionship the keeper said- but that of a beautiful tamed bird. Of what name or clime it was, I know not only that he called it fondly his dove, and seemed never happy but when it sang to him.-M. S. of a Tour through France. - Page 80-(). This poem was written on the shore of Lake Erie, during Mr. Lovejoy's journey West, and soon after he had recovered from a severe illness. It undoubtedly refers to himself. |