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“Her characters are remarkable, considering their variety: for fidelity to nature, and her sentiments are marked by womanly delicacy, humanity, and reverence for religion; while over all is the charm of a powerful imagination, with frequent manifestations of the most quiet and delicious hunor." *
“No American woman has evinced in prose or poetry anything like the genius of Alice Cary.”
In the water softly dimpled
In the flower-enameled sod-
Is the providence of God!
+ Westminster Revien
From the insect's little story
To the fartherest star above,
In the ocean of his love.
FROM " LYRA, AND OTHER POEMS.” LEAVE me, dear ones, to my slumber,
Daylight's faded glow is gone; In the red light of the morning
I must rise and journey on.
I am weary, oh, how weary!
And would rest a little while;
your last “Good-night” a smile.
We have journeyed up together,
Through the pleasant day-time flown; Now my feet have pressed life's summit,
And my pathway lies alone.
And, my dear ones, do not call me,
Should you haply be awake, When across the eastern hill-tops
Presently the day shall break.
For, while yet the stars are lying
In the gray lap of the dawn,
I shall be awake and gone;
And from passion's stormy swell,
Of the eternal citadel.
Therefore, dear ones, let me slumber
Faded is the day and gone;
I must rise and journey on.
THE POET TO THE PAINTER. .
FROM "SNOW BERRIES." PAINTER, paint me a sycamore,
A spreading and snowy-limbed tree,
Making cool shelter for three, And like a green quilt at the door
Of the cabin near the tree,
Picture the grass for me,
Not far from the group of three,
And the silver sycamore-tree. 'Twill take your finest skill to draw
From that happy group of three,
Under the sycamore tree,
And the faded frock, for she
Is as fair as fair can be.
Close to the group of three,
“ Here are we,
You have made the group of three
Under the sycamore-tree,
Of your colors say, “Twit twit, twee !"
Father and mother and me."
JAMES FENIMORE COOPER was born at Burlington, New Jersey, September 15, 1789. At an early age he removed with his father to the neighborhood of Otsego Lake, New York, where he passed his boyhood, “surrounded by noble scenery, and a population composed of adventurous settlers, hardy trappers, and the remnant of the noble Indian tribes who were once sole lords of the domain.” *
At thirteen, young Cooper entered Yale College, where he proved himself an excellent classical student: but leaving after a term of three years, he entered the navy as midshipman, and remained six years in the service. He then married, and settled down to a domestic and village life near the city of New York.
Cooper's literary career was begun by accident, as it would seem. One evening, laying aside an English novel which he had been reading to his wife, he remarked, half playfully, that he believed he could write a better one himself. Precaution was the result of this sudden conviction ; but, if we may judge of its worth both by its author's and the public's estimation of it, it is not altogether certain that Cooper realized the conceit which gave birth to the effort.
Cooper published, in 1821, what is conceded to have been the first successful American novel, entitled, The Spy, a Tale of the Neutral Ground.
“The rugged, homely worth of Harvey Birch (the Spy), his native shrewdness combined with heroic boldness, which develops itself in deeds, not in the heroic speeches which an ordinary novelist would have placed in his inouth, the dignified presentation of Washington in the slight disguise of the assumed name of Harper, the spirit of the battle scenes and hairbreadth escapes which abound in tho
* Duyckinck's Cyclopædia of American Literature.