better characteristics, it is impossible not to feel that this youthful decay, this crude anticipation of the natural period of corruption, must repress every sanguine hope of the future energy and greatness of America." During his brief sojourn on the green banks of the Schuylkill, the poet produced several choice effusions; but it is to be regretted that these gems are associated with so much that, for his own high reputa tion, had better been "left unsung." In his poem addressed to the Hon. W. R. Spencer, he speaks thus disparagingly of us: All that creation's varying mass assumes In his sweeping denunciations of the American character, he spares only the "sacred few" whom he met in Philadelphia: Yet, yet forgive me, oh ye sacred few, Whom late by Delaware's green banks I knew; Whom, known and loved through many a social eve, * * Believe me, Spencer, while I winged the hours * Where Schuylkill winds his way through banks of flowers, Though few the days, the happy evenings few, So warm with heart, so rich with mind they flew, That my charmed soul forgot its wish to roam, And rested there, as in a dream of home. The following lines purport to have been written on leaving Philadelphia: Alone by the Schuylkill a wanderer roved, And bright were its flowery banks to his eye; In a smile from the heart that is fondly our own. Unblessed by the smile he had languished to meet; And they loved what they knew of so humble a name; That they found in his heart something better than fame. That magic his heart had relinquished so long,- Oh, blessed be the tear, and in memory oft, May its sparkle be shed o'er the wanderer's dream; As free from a pang, ever mellow its beam! The stranger is gone-but he will not forget, When at home he shall talk of the toils he has known, To tell, with a sigh, what endearments he met, As he strayed by the banks of the Schuylkill alone! It was also during his lonely rambles on the banks of the Schuylkill that the following beautiful ballad stanzas were written-most probably while contemplating some neighboring cottage: I knew by the smoke, that so gracefully curled It was noon, and on flowers that languished around Every leaf was at rest, and I heard not a sound But the woodpecker tapping the hollow beech-tree. "With a maid who was lovely to soul and to eye, By the shade of yon sumach, whose red berry dips Which had never been sighed on by any but mine! Whatever may be thought of the justness of Mr. Moore's estimate of our country forty-five years ago, it hardly needs comment now. The poet, then young and inexperienced, lived long enough to form different and more correct opinions. It is but a few months since he died, after lingering, for a considerable time, in a melancholy and imbecile state of mind. Whatever his sentiments may have been, subsequently to his visit to this country, as to the state of American civilization, literature, and the arts, is now perfectly immaterial;for, as a nation and a people, we have lived long enough to learn a little, and have not been without opportunities of illustrating our progress. We have paid our respects to old England in various ways, and at sundry times;-and there can be no doubt but that she knows us. Whatever our progress is, she finds it no child's play to keep up with us, whether on land or sea. As for poor Ireland-she, too, has heard from us, and whether we be "savages," "democrats," or "poets," she probably has a correct idea of the extent of our productive resources, if not of our benevolence. The spirit that can prompt generous feelings in one case, can supply it in all cases. No matter what the bard thought of us, we had a good opinion of him; and the day will never dawn when American hearts will cease to beat to his happy strains. After leaving the cottage, we pass on to the Falls of Schuylkill, some six miles from the city. On our right, on the other or eastern side of the river, is Laurel Hill Cemetery, one of the most lovely and inviting spots of the kind in this country. So popular has this necropolis of the dead become, that the company has been obliged to increase its area, and several adjacent tracts of land have accord |