variety from which the palate can extract its pleasures. Without health, no delicacy that nature or art produces can provoke a zest. Hence, when a man destroys his health, he destroys, so far as he is concerned, whatever of sweetness, of flavor and of savor, the teeming earth can produce. To him who has poisoned his appetite by excesses, the luscious pulp of grape or peach, the nectareous juices of orange or pine-apple, are but a loathing and a nausea. He has turned gardens and groves of delicious fruit into gardens and groves of ipecac and aloes. The same vicious indulgences that blasted his health, blasted all orchards and cane-fields also. Verily, the man who is physiologically "wicked" does not live out half his days; nor is this the worst of his punishinent, for he is more than half dead while he appears to live. GEORGE BUSH, EMINENT as a theological writer, and for his advocacy of the doctrines of Swedenborg, was born at Norwich, Vermont, June 12, 1796. He was a graduate of Dartmouth, studied at Princeton Theological Seminary, took orders in the Presbyterian Church, and was for several years a missionary in Indiana. In 1831 he became Professor of Hebrew and Oriental Literature in the University of the city of New York, and at the same period Superintendent of the Press of the American Bible Society. In 1832 he published his Life of Mahommed in Harper's Family Library. In this work copious extracts from the false prophet's revelations are interwoven with his personal memoirs. Gre. Bush A Treatise on the Millennium appeared in 1832. The main object of this work was to show by a somewhat elaborate train of historical and critical induction, that the prophetical period technically termed the Millennium was past instead of future; that it was not a prosperous period of the church, but the reverse; and that the expected era to which the name Millennium is given, is really the New Jerusalem era developed in the closing chapters of the Apocalypse. An octavo volume of Scripture Illustrations published at this time by Dr. Bush, was a compilation from oriental tourists, archæologists, and commentators, with a view to cast light upon the sacred Scriptures in the departments of topography, manners, customs, costumes, arts, learning, usages of speech, &c. In 1835 his Hebrew Grammar for the use of schools, seminaries, and universities, appeared; and in 1840 the first of his series of Notes on the Books of the Old Testament, which have included Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Joshua, and Judges. These were marked as well by the ingenuity and boldness as by the learning of his speculations. He gave further attention to the sacred symbols and prophecy in the Hierophant, a monthly magazine, which he commenced in 1844. It contained a series of articles on Professor Stuart's canons of prophetical interpretation, which attracted considerable notice at the time, as rather unusual specimens of a kind but caustic criticism. In the same year he published his Anastasis; or the Doctrine of the Resurrection of the Body Rationally and Spiritually Considered, in which he opposed the doctrine of the physical construction of the body in another world, with arguments from reason and revelation. The book met with much opposition from the pulpit and reviewers, and the author replied in his work, The Resurrection of Christ, in answer to the Question whether He rose in a Spiritual and Celestial, or in a Material and Earthly Body, and The Soul, an Inquiry into Scriptural Psychology. In After this Dr. Bush became connected with the Swedenborgian church, as one of its preachers, and devoted himself to the dissemination of the writings of that philosopher, by translation of his Diary and other works, and especially in his editorship of the New Church Repository. 1847 he published a work on the connexion of the doctrines of Swedenborg and mesmerism. In his personal character Dr. Bush is remarkable for the kindness of his disposition. His love of mysticism harmonizes well with the pursuits of the gentle-minded scholar and ardent devotee of learning. JOHN G. C. BRAINARD. BRAINARD, the gentle poet of the Connecticut, the sylvan, placid stream which happily symbolizes his verse, was born in the state of that name at New London, October 21, 1796. His father had been a judge of the Superior Court, and the son for a while, after his education at Yale was completed, pursued the study of the law, but it was little adapted to his tastes and constitution, and after a brief trial of its practice at Middletown he abandoned it in February, 1822, for the editorship of a weekly paper at Hartford, the Connecticut Mirror. He is said to have neglected the politics of his paper, dismissing the tariff with a jest, while he displayed his ability in the literary and poetical department. His genius lay in the amiable walks of the belles-lettres, where the delicacy of his temperament, the correspondence of the sensitive mind to the weak physical frame, found its appropriate home and nourishment. His country needed results of this kind more than it did law or politics; and in his short life Brainard honoredhis native land. His genius is a flower plucked from the banks of the river which he loved, and preserved for posterity. Before entering on the Mirror Brainard wrote a few pieces for a literary paper published by Cornelius Tuthill at New Haven, called The Microscope. His compositions in the Mirror were at once relished and appreciated. Though they were mostly on trite and occasional subjects, such as time out of mind had occupied with little notice the corner of the country newspaper, yet they had a freshness of spirit infused in them, a fine poetical instinct, which charmed the youths and maidens of Connecticut. This instinct of Brainard led him to the employment of the ballad, in which he gave rare promise, as he embodied the patriotism or the superstition of the country, in such poems as Fort Griswold and the Black Fox of Salmon River. The annual new year carrier's address of the newspaper, in place of the usual doggerel, became a poem in his hands. Even album verses assumed a hue of nature and originality. He writes TO THE DAUGHTER OF A FRIEND. I pray thee by thy mother's face, Where thy young head did lie; I pray thee to be good. The humor of Brainard was the natural accompaniment of his sensibility. It is deeply inwrought with his gentle nature. In 1825 a first volume of Poems was published by Brainard at New York, mostly made up from the columns of his newspaper, which was favorably received. Not long after, in 1827, the poet was compelled by the inroad of consumption on his constitution to retire from his editorship. He went to the east end of Long Island for his health, and has left a touching memorial of his visit to the sea, in which the animation of his genius overcomes the despondency of his broken frame. He suffered and wrote verses till his death at his father's home, at New London, September 26, 1828. After his death a second edition of Brainard's poems appeared in 1832, enlarged from the first, with the title Literary Remains, accompanied by a warmly written sketch of the poet's life by Whittier. This has been since followed by a third edition, with a portrait, an elegant and tasteful volume, published by Edward Hopkins, at Hartford, in 1842. To the indications we have given of the poet's genius we have only to add a few personal traits. He was a small man, and sensitive on that score. His friends noticed the fine expression of his countenance when animated. He was negligent of his dress and somewhat abstracted. He wrote rapidly, and was ready in conversation, with playful repartee. His biographer, in the last edition of his poems, gives an instance of his wit. A preacher had come to New London, and labored heavily through a discourse, complaining all the time that his mind was imprisoned. When this difficulty was urged in defence of his dulness Brainard would not allow it, since "the preacher's mind might easily have sworn out." At another time he replied to a critic, who had pronounced the word "brine" in his verses on "The Deep," to have no more business in sentimental poetry than a pig in a parlor," that the objector, "though his piece is dated Philadelphia, lives at a greater distance from the sea, and has got his ideas of the salt water from his father's pork barrel."* 66 ON CONNECTICUT RIVER. From that lone lake, the sweetest of the chain Wild dwellers by thy cold sequestered springs, The young oak greets thee at the water's edge, Memoir of Brainard, p. 38. To watch the squirrel's leap, or mark the mink Dark as the frost nip'd leaves that strewed the ground, The Indian hunter here his shelter found; Singing her chant to hush her swart pappoose, Thou didst not shake, thou didst not shrink when late The mountain-top shut down its ponderous gate, Nor dost thou stay, when winter's coldest breath Howls through the woods and sweeps along the heath One mighty sigh relieves thy icy breast Down sweeps the torrent ice-it may not stay Thy noble shores! where the tall steeple shines, What Art can execute or Taste devise, In what Arcadian, what Utopian ground Cracking his shagbarks, as the aged crone, The clock strikes ten- When the fresh morning wakes him from his dream, And daylight smiles on rock, and slope, and stream, And sweeter than the softened waterfall Stream of my sleeping Fathers! when the sound Bold River! better suited are thy waves Thou had'st a poet once,--and he could tell, Yet for his brow thy ivy leaf shall spread, brow SALMON RIVER. Hic viridis tenera prætexit arundine ripus Tis a sweet stream-and so, 'tis true, are all Pursue their way By mossy bank, and darkly waving wood, But yet there's something in its humble rank, There's much in its wild history, that teems Havoc has been upon its peaceful plain, And blood has dropped there, like the drops of rain; Filled from the reeds that grew on yonder hill, Here, say old men, the Indian Magi made Here Philip came, and Miantonimo, And asked about their fortunes long ago, As Saul to Endor, that her witch might show THE BLACK FOX OF SALMON RIVER.* How cold, how beautiful, how bright, 'Twould freeze the very forest pines. "The winds are up, while mortals sleep; The stars look forth when eyes are shut; The bolted snow lies drifted deep Around our poor and lonely hut. With silent step and listening ear, With bow and arrow, dog and gun, We'll mark his track, for his prowl we hear, Now is our time-come on, come on." These lines are founded on a legend that is as well authenticated as any superstition of the kind; and as current in the place where it originated, as could be expected of one that possesses so little interest.-Author's Note. O'er many a fence, through many a wood, Following the dog's bewildered scent, In anxious haste and earnest mood, The Indian and the white man went. The gun is cocked, the bow is bent, Aimed at the prowler's very jaw. Not in a mould by mortals made! Know where the fatal arrows grow- "Tis a dark cloud that slowly moves By night around the homes of men, By day-along the stream it loves. Again the dog is on his track, The hunters chase o'er dale and hill, They may not, though they would, look back, They must go forward-forward still. Onward they go, and never turn, Spending a night that meets no day; The famished dog alone returns; By the lost wanderers of the night. Will stop to whisper, and listen, and look, And tell, while dressing their sunny curls, Of the Black Fox of Salmon Brook. THE SEA BIRD'S SONG. On the deep is the mariner's danger, Who watches their course, who so mildly Who hovers on high o'er the lover, My eye in the light of the billow, My wing on the wake of the wave; I'm a sea-bird, &c. 1 My foot on the iceberg has lighted, STANZAS. The dead leaves strew the forest walk, The dew-drops fall in frozen showers. And Autumn, with her yellow hours, I learned a clear and wild-toned note, There perched and raised her song for me. Where buds are fresh, and every tree Is vocal with the notes of love. Too mild the breath of Southern sky, Too fresh the flower that blushes there, No mountain top with sleety hair GEORGE TICKNOR, THE distinguished historian of Spanish literature, was born in the city of Boston, Mass., August 1, 1791. He was prepared for college at home, entered Dartmouth, and received his degree there at the early age of sixteen. He occupied himself the next three years in Boston with a diligent study of the ancient classics, when he engaged in the study of the law, and was admitted to the bar in 1813. The tastes of the scholar, however, prevailed over the practice of the profession, and in 1815 Mr. Ticknor sailed for Europe to accomplish himself in the thorough course of instruction of a German university. He passed two years at Gottingen in philological studies, which he continued during a residence of two years more in various capitals, as Paris, Madrid, Lisbon, Rome, and Edinburgh, making the acquaintance of eminent scholars on the continent and Great Britain, among others of Sir Walter Scott and Robert Southey, who admired his scholarship, and stock of curious Spanish lore. In 1819 he visited Abbotsford with Dr. J. G. Cogswell," another well accomplished Yankee," as Scott makes mention of the young American scholars in a letter to Southey."* Mr. Ticknor Lockhart's Scott, ch. 44. had already at that time become a proficient in the romance dialects of the Provençal, and collected many of the curiosities of Castilian literature. It was probably these out-of-the-way acquisitions, which lay in the path of Scott's favorite studies, which led him, in the same letter, to note his visitor as "a wondrous fellow for romantic lore and antiquarian research." With Southey, Mr. Ticknor held and continued to hold till the death of the poet, the most intimate relations of friendly correspondence and association, in similar pursuits of learning and scholarship. During this absence Mr. Ticknor was appointed in 1817 the first incumbent of a new professorship founded at Harvard, of the French and Spanish Languages and Literature, and of the Belles Lettres-in fact, a general Professorship of Modern Literature. Well qualified for the work he returned to America, and became actively engrossed in its duties, delivering lectures on French and Spanish Literature; on particular authors, as Dante and Goethe; on the English poets, and other kindred topics. "We well remember," says Mr. Prescott the historian, in an article in the North American Review, "the sensation produced on the first delivery of these lectures, which served to break down the barrier which had so long confined the student to a converse with antiquity; they opened to him a free range among those great masters of modern literature, who had hitherto been veiled in the obscurity of a foreign idiom. The influence of this instruction was soon visible in the higher education as well as the literary ardor shown by the graduates. So decided was the impulse thus given to the popular sentiment, that considerable apprehension was felt lest modern literature was to receive a disproportionate share of attention in the scheme of collegiate education." |