“Charles K.” is a well written tale, and, as it is apparently founded
upon facts, would undoubtedly interest those personally acquainted with
the scenes which it describes; but, unless we misjudge, it would strike
others differently.
“Evening Thoughts,” an article on William Wirt, and a “Sonnet,” are
declined.
“The Seminole,” with some metrical alterations, may appear in our next.
“A Rhyming Mood,” is accepted.
The author of “Niobe,” and “Spring,” (we suppose them both from the
same pen,) would do well to use the ‘_file_’ a little more freely,
and also, read, at his leisure, a chapter or two of some treatise on
_Perspicuity_.
“My Village Home,” “The Pleasures of Innocence,” and “The Future,”
(which, from the _paper_ and chirography, we judge to be the
productions of one and the same intellect,) might, perhaps, be
creditable to the powers of an Infant School poet; but, _Dii
Immortales!_ can it be possible they have been perpetrated by any one
of riper years? Take a specimen or two.
“But ah! where’s now their boyish pranks
Since last I saw those sloping banks;
_Time’s_ stern mandate, bid to hardy toil,
Some with Fame--the rest on Nature’s soil.”
“Oh! ’tis that off distant hill
By the shady grove, all leafless--still
Where I’d seek an humble place
To lay low my care-worn face.”
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