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Southern Writers Series.
BY WILLIAM MALONE BASKERVILL.
In a series of twelve papers the writer proposes to give a tolerably complete survey of that literary movement which, beginning about 1870, has spread over the entire South. There will be no attempt to place a final estimate upon this contribution, though some critical opinions will now and then be offered. The effort will be rather to present biographical data and literary appreciations—to stimulate the desire for a more intimate acquaintance with this literature which is so fresh, original, and racy of the soil. The series will appear as follows, beginning with July:
No. 1. Joel Chandler Harris.
Verse Since 1870.
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Leb of the tone
ad teti but,
O golden legend writ in the skies!
I turn toward you with longing soul,
truth and beauty to the world
For the world deals strangely with its poets. They come
so seldom and in such ever new and changed garb that oftentimes only the saving remnant recognizes their existence. Sometimes, too, the poet's life is strangely at variance with his message, and the world satisfies its dull self-complacency by simply telling the “ truth” about him.
But here is one whose beauty of personality is no whit inferior to the loftiness and worth of his message.
a spotless, sunny-souled, hard-working, divinely gifted man, who had exalted ideas both of art and of life, and he Lived and sang that life and song
Might each express the other's all, Careless if life or art were long,
Since both were one, to stand or fall. So that the wonder struck the crowd,
Who shouted it about the land; His song was only living aloud,
His work a singing with his hand. But the shout was raised after he was called away. During his life
time he was left to the accumulated ills of poverty, neglect, disease, and premature death. 6 Better late than never" is a good old adage, and it is well to consider that Sidney Lanier is already generally recognized as the most distinctive figure in our literature since the famous group
of New England poets passed away, and that many are already claiming for him the right to rank among the few genuine poets of America.
The story of his personality and work, though pathetic, is one of the most interesting and inspiring in the biographical annals of men of letters. Sidney Lanier sprang from a Huguenot family, the founder of which, on English soil, was Jerome Lanier, who emigrated with his family to England in the latter part of the reign of Queen Elizabeth and obtained employment in her household service. It is probable that he was a musical composer and shared in the production of those