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GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXVI. January, 1850. No. 1.
Table of Contents
Fiction, Literature and Articles
The Young Artist: Or The Struggle for Independence
Alice Lisle
Mary Norrice
A Monticello Day
The Life of Major-General Richard Montgomery
A Mere Act of Humanity
The Rumseys
January
About Critics and Criticism
Caius Marius Amidst the Ruins of Carthage
Gems From Moore’s Irish Melodies. No. I.—The
Meeting of the Waters
The Captives. A Tale of the American Revolution
Taking Tea Sociably
The Revealings of a Heart
The Belle of Newport
The Advocate of Love
The End Of Romance
Colored Birds.—The Golden Oriole
Wild-Birds of America
Editor’s Table
Review of New Books
Poetry, Music, and Fashion
Lines
Ariadne
The Motherless
We Are Dreamers All
Death of the Patriarch
Genius
The Birth of the Year
The Two Palms
King Witlaf’s Drinking Horn
Stanzas: To a Friend, Who Complained of Winter as
a Season of Endurance
Eden
The Light of Life
The Telegraph Spirit
Song.—The Congratulation
The Lone Grave-Yard
The Poet
The Coquette’s Vow
Stanzas
I’m Dreaming Now
The Orphan
Leaves in October
The Emigrant Child
Lament of the Hungarian Father
The Phantom Voice
Stanzas
Le Follet
Sadness Makes Thee Sweeter
Transcriber’s Notes can be found at the end of this eBook.
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CONTENTS
OF THE
THIRTY-SIXTH VOLUME.
JANUARY, 1850, TO JUNE, 1850.
Alice Lisle. By CAROLINE H. BUTLER, 12
A Monticello Day. By ALFRED B. STREET, 19
“A Mere Act of Humanity.” By GRACE GREENWOOD, 36
About Critics and Criticism. By EDGAR A. POE, 49
An Essay on American Literature and its Prospects. By 184
Mrs. M. A. FORD,
A Reception Morning. By F. E. F. 197
April, 229
A Gale in the Channel. By C. J. PETERSON, 297
A Love Story of the Prairies. By J. M. LEGARE, 320
Buoudlemonte. By JOSEPH A. NUNES, 188
Bass and Bass Fishing. By FRANK FORESTER, 408
Clifdon. By ANNIE DRINKER, 356
Dante’s Divina Commedia. By H. W. LONGFELLOW, 351
February, 97
Fanny Day’s Presentiment. By MARIE ROSEAU, 143
Freaks of the Pen. By GEORGE R. GRAHAM, 164
Fanny. By CAROLINE H. BUTLER, 258
Gems from Moore’s Irish Melodies. By T. S. A. 55
Gems from Moore’s Irish Melodies. By T. S. A. 146
Gems from Moore’s Irish Melodies, 221
Gods and Mortals. By A. K. GARDINER, M. D. 263
Home: Or A Visit to the City. By the Author of “THE GOLD 335
BEADS,”
January. By T. W. 47
Kate Lorimer. By EMMA C. EMBURY, 232
Love’s Influence. By ENNA DUVAL, 114
Life of General Joseph Warren. By THOMAS WYATT, A. M. 155
Life of General Nathaniel Greene. By THOMAS WYATT, A. M. 208
Letter to N. P. Willis. By GEO. R. GRAHAM, 224
Loiterings and Life on the Prairies of the Farthest 239
West. By J. M. LEGARE,
Life of General Baron De Kalb. By THOMAS WYATT, A. M. 267
Life’s Lessons Teach Charity. By ENNA DUVAL, 313
Mary Norrice. By JEANNIE DEANE, 16
Myrrah of Tangiers. By CAROLINE C——, 125
March, 169
Minna. By W. S. SOUTHGATE, 265
Patrick O’Brien. By H. HASTINGS WELD, 99
Shakspeare. By H. C. MOORHEAD, 291
Spring Snipe Shooting. By H. W. HERBERT, 340
Shakspeare. By H. C. MOORHEAD, 404
The Young Artist. By T. S. ARTHUR, 1, 106, 202
The Life of Major-General Richard Montgomery. By THOMAS 29
WYATT, A. M.
The Rumseys. By AGNES L. GORDON, 41
The Captives. By S. D. ANDERSON, 57
Taking Tea Sociably. By ELLA RODMAN, 63
The Revealings of a Heart. By D. T. KILBOURN, 69, 147
The Belle of Newport. By C. J. PETERSON, 76
The Advocate of Love. By CAROLINE C——, 80
The Golden Oriole. From BECHSTEIN, 87
The Two Portraits. By HELEN IRVING, 119
The Wilkinsons. By JOSEPH R. CHANDLER, 135
The Lady of the Rock. By Miss J. M. WINDLE, 172, 244, 324,
393
The Brigand and His Wife. By T. S. A. 181
The Housekeeping Husband. By ANGELE DE V. HULL, 270
The Darkened Casement. By GRACE GREENWOOD, 279
The Game of Draughts. By C. F. ASHMEAD, 308
The Fine Arts, 344
The Dawn of the Hundred Days. By R. J. DE CORDOVA, 364
The First Love of Ada Somers. By A NEW CONTRIBUTOR, 368
Traveling. A Touchstone. By F. E. F. 384
The Poet Cowper. By Rev. J. N. DANFORTH, 389
The Fine Arts, 411
Valentine Histories. By S. SUTHERLAND, 300
Wild-Birds of America. By PROFESSOR FROST, 89
Wild-Birds of America. By PROFESSOR FROST, 218
POETRY.
Ariadne. By HENRY B. HIRST, 9
A Household Dirge. By R. H. STODDARD, 105
A Spanish Romance. By Mrs. FRANCES S. OSGOOD, 142
A Midnight Storm in March. By CAROLINE MAY, 187
A Sunbeam. By ALBERT M. NOYES, 195
Aileen Aroon. By WM. P. MULCHINOCK, 243
Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico. No. I. By HENRY KIRBY 133
BENNER, U. S. A.
Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico. No. II. Resaca de la 182
Palma. By HENRY KIRBY BENNER, U. S. A.
Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico. No. III. Monterey. By 237
HENRY KIRBY BENNER, U. S. A.
Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico. No. IV. By HENRY 318
KIRBY BENNER, U. S. A.
Bird-Notes. By WM. H. C. HOSMER, 363
Ballads of the Campaign in Mexico. No. V. By HENRY KIRBY 402
BENNER, U. S. A.
Caius Marius. By W. GILMORE SIMMS, 52
Death of the Patriarch. By Mrs. JULIET H. L. CAMPBELL, 18
Eden. By JOHN A. STEIN, 46
Evening. By J. R. BARRICK, 391
Fancies About a Portrait. By S. D. ANDERSON, 154
Genius. By HELEN IRVING, 28
German Poets. By Mrs. E. J. EAMES, 266
Happiness. By RICHARD COE, JR. 334
I’m Dreaming Now. By CHROMIA, 79
Invocation to Sleep. By ENNA DUVAL, 264
Jacob’s Ladder. By Mrs. E. J. EAMES, 407
King Witlaf’s Drinking Horn. By HENRY W. LONGFELLOW, 40
Lines. By ANNIE GREY, 8
Leaves in October. By EMILY HERRMANN, 88
Lament of the Hungarian Father Over the Body of His Son, 90
Long Ago. By E. H. 195
Lines. By GEO. D. PRENTICE, 242
Lines. By GEORGE D. PRENTICE, 296
Memory—The Gleaner. By ANSON G. CHESTER, A. B. 220
Miss Dix, the Philanthropist. By Mrs. E. C. KINNEY, 262
Mary. By WM. M. BRIGGS, 388
Night Thoughts. By GIFTIE, 132
Narcissos. By HENRY B. HIRST, 382
Out of Doors. By JAMES R. LOWELL, 257
Stanzas. By A. D. WILLIAMS, 40
Songs. By WILFRED, 54
Stanzas. By ALBERT, 68
Stanzas. By NINON, 91
Sonnets. By CHARLES R. CLARKE, 113
Song. By the late WALTER HERRIES, Esq. 118
Sonnet. By CAROLINE MAY, 243
Summer Friends. By I. G. BLANCHARD, 295
Spirit of Hope. By Mrs. E. J. EAMES, 296
Sonnet. By GIDDINGS H. BALLOU, 343
Symbols. By THOMAS BUCHANAN READ, 367
Sonnet. By WM. P. BRANNAN, 367
Scene on the Ohio. By GEO. D. PRENTICE, 392
The Motherless. By Miss LOUISA O. HUNTER, 11
The Birth of the Year. By HERBERT ENKERT, 28
The Two Palms. By HENRY T. TUCKERMAN, 35
The Light of Life. By CLARA, 48
The Telegraph Spirit. By JNO. S. DU SOLLE, 51
The Lone Grave-Yard. By Hon. J. L. STARR, 56
The Poet. By K. 62
The Coquette’s Vow. By FRANCES S. OSGOOD, 68
The Orphan. By CLARA MORETON, 85
The End of Romance. By Mrs. LYDIA JANE PEIRSON, 86
The Emigrant Child. By E. H. 88
The Phantom Voice. By SARAH H. WHITMAN, 91
The Pirate. By HENRY B. HIRST, 112
To A. R. By R. H. S. 142
The Pale Thinker. By “ORAN,” 145
The Evil Eye. By MARY L. LAWSON, 146
The Dream of Youth. By WM. P. BRANNAN, 163
The Cry of the Forsaken. By GIFTIE, 187
The Two Worlds. By HENRY B. HIRST, 196
The Sky. By Mrs. J. W. MERCUR, 200
Taurus. By J. BAYARD TAYLOR, 201
The Secret. By RICHARD COE, Jr. 207
The Dying Student. By D. ELLEN GOODMAN, 216
To —— in Absence. By GRACE GREENWOOD, 217
The Song of the Axe. By ALFRED B. STREET, 276
To Mrs. E. C. K. By Mrs. S. T. MARTYN, 299
The Valley of Shadow. By HENRY B. HIRST, 307
The “Still Small Voice.” By “L’INCONNUE,” 310
To the Flower Hearts-Ease, 312
The Might of Song. By W. H. C. HOSMER, 323
The Mountain Spring. By Miss M. MACLEAN, 334
The Gold-Seeker. By GRACE GREENWOOD, 355
To Arcturus. By SARAH HELEN WHITMAN, 383
The Queen of the Woods. My “Lida.” By “L’INCONNUE,” 392
The Jolly Ride, 401
The Smoker. By THOMAS S. DONOHO, 410
The Maiden’s Complaint Against Love. By ENNA DUVAL, 410
Uriel. By HENRY B. HIRST, 256
We are Dreamers All. By R. COE, Jr. 15
Wit and Beauty. By AGNES L. GORDON, 98
ENGRAVINGS.
The Belle of the Season, engraved by Tucker.
Title Page, engraved by Tucker.
European Oriole, engraved by J. M. Butler.
The Light of Life, engraved by Welch.
Advent of the Year, engraved by Tucker.
Colored Fashion Plate.
A Presentation Plate, engraved by Tucker.
Portrait of Gen. Montgomery, by Ackerman.
The Dream, engraved by Tucker.
The Prize Secured.
The Valentine, engraved by Tucker.
Paris Fashions.
The Lay of Love, engraved by Humphrys.
Burlington, Vermont.
Portrait of Gen. Warren.
The Idle Schoolboy, engraved by Welch.
The Brigand and His Wife, by Humphrys.
The Dangerous Student, engraved by Ross.
Paris Fashions.
Portrait of General Greene.
Mirror of Beauty.
Sunshine of Love, engraved by Humphrys.
Paris Fashions.
The Mountain Spring, engraved by Butler.
Gay and Serious, engraved by Dainty.
The Game of Draughts, by Ellis.
The Queen of the Woods, engraved by Tucker.
The Jolly Ride, engraved by Butler.
Paris Fashions.
The Meeting of the Waters.
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GRAHAM’S MAGAZINE.
VOL. XXXVI. PHILADELPHIA, JANUARY, 1850. NO. 1.
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THE YOUNG ARTIST:
OR THE STRUGGLE FOR INDEPENDENCE.
BY T. S. ARTHUR.
CHAPTER I.
A young professional man, entirely dependent on his own efforts, is
always in danger of falling into the error of considering an
“advantageous” marriage as a most desirable thing. When we say
advantageous, we mean in a money point of view. Years, in the natural
course of things, must elapse before a profitable position can be
gained; and, in looking down the long vista of the future, feelings of
discouragement will naturally arise. To some, the prospect appears
almost hopeless. The young lawyer without a case on his docket, the
young physician who waits day after day for a patient, the young
minister with a hundred a year, and the young artist who paints and
draws, day after day, but has no sitter in his studio, if dependent on
their own exertions, all feel painfully the pressure of poverty. To such
the imagination will picture the advantages that money would give, and
as there is no hope of gaining money except by a slow and laborious
process through years of toil, self-denial and mortification, it is too
often the case that marriage is thought of as the means of over-leaping
all the trials and troubles that present themselves in a long and
disheartening array. With a competency in hand, how interesting would be
the profession adopted as a life-pursuit. The lawyer could bury himself
in his library without thinking about or caring for the daily bread,
diving deeper and deeper into the mysteries of his craft, and preparing
himself for a sudden stride into eminence when the day of full
preparation had come; the physician could go on with his experiments and
studies; the preacher minister lovingly to his flock, in some quiet
valley far removed from the strife and “shock of men;” and the artist
give himself up to the worship of the beautiful, undisturbed by the
little cares and wants that take away so much of the mind’s present
enjoyment. Thus, the imagination pictures a happy state of things if
money were only in possession. And what easier mode of obtaining this,
in every way to-be-desired, possession, than an advantageous marriage?
None—is the conclusion of the young aspirant for some of the world’s
higher honors. And so he goes into society and seeks an alliance with
some fair young daughter of Eve, who, among her other attractions,
possesses a few thousands of dollars. If he be a young man of naturally
delicate feelings and independent mind, the fact that he obtained a
fortune with his wife, be it large or small, will most probably make one
of the most bitter ingredients in his cup of life. Thus it proved with
Alfred Ellison, a young artist formerly residing in Philadelphia, who
sought an “advantageous” alliance as a means of professional
advancement; and as the history of his married life is full of
instruction, we will endeavor to write out some portions of it
faithfully.
At the age of twenty-two young Ellison, who had for some two or three
years been devoting himself earnestly to the art of drawing and
painting, found himself hemmed in with difficulties and discouragements
that seemed almost insurmountable. The goal he aspired to win was so far
distant that his eyes could scarcely reach it, and between lay barriers
that he sadly feared he would never be able to pass. Without an income,
and without friends to sustain him for a few years until he could
command the patronage of those who loved the arts, how was he to sustain
himself? To go abroad and study the works of the old masters in Italy
was the dearest wish of his life; but there was no hope of this—at
least not in the present, for the little profitable work he was able to
procure scarcely gave him food and decent raiment, and was not, when
completed, in a style of art at all flattering to his vanity.
“Oh! if I only had the means of studying abroad for two or three years,
and not thus be compelled to disgrace myself and the profession by
painting mere daubs of portraits in order to get my daily bread,” would
fall from his lips over and over again, as he threw aside his brush and
pallet and yielded himself up to desponding thoughts. His hopes were too
ardent and his imagination too bright for the cold realities of the
present. Patience and perseverance amid difficulties were not the
leading elements of his character. A lover of art, and possessing a high
appreciation of the beautiful, all that he had yet been able to
accomplish appeared in his eyes so poor and defective, that he rather
shrunk from than courted public attention.
“If I could but hide myself away for two or three years, and devote all
that time to the study and practice of art, how happy I would be! Then I
could come before the public and present something worthy of the native
ability I possess, and worthy to stand beside the productions of those
who have won an honored name in the profession.” Thus would he indulge
in dreams of what for the present was unattainable, and idly repose for
a season under a sense of bitter discouragement.
As Ellison was social in his feelings and possessed of many qualities
that made him an agreeable companion, he had a wide circle of
acquaintance and was liked wherever he went. Among those into whose
society he was occasionally thrown was a young lady named Clara Deville,
who was understood to possess, in her own right, a property valued at
twenty thousand dollars. She had two brothers, each of whom had
received, in the settlement of their father’s estate, a like amount. For
Clara, Ellison had entertained little beyond an ordinary feeling of
friendship. She was an agreeable companion at any time, though she did
not possess a lively imagination nor was her temperament poetic. The
sterling points in her character were, strong good sense and a quick
appreciation of the rights of others. Though plain in her person, few
after becoming acquainted with her thought of this, and if it were said
to one of her intimate acquaintances that she was rather homely than
otherwise, the remark would not meet with a ready assent, for none who
knew her well thought her homely.
Ellison, though he mingled a good deal in society and was a favorite
with young ladies, had not thought of marriage, at least not of a
present marriage. While he had not the means of supporting a wife he
deemed it prudent to keep his heart free from all love entanglements.
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One day a friend who understood his position in society said to him—
“Why don’t you marry?”
“Marry!” exclaimed Ellison. “I would as soon think of jumping into the
river.”
“Why not?”
“I’m hardly able to support myself.”
“Get a wife with money. Your talents are a fair set off to a fortune.”
“A very poor fortune they have yielded so far.”
“It will be different a few years hence. Get a wife with money enough to
make you easy and comfortable, and then give yourself up heart and soul
to your profession without a thought or care about dollars and cents.
Your wife will make a good investment of her money, and you will be as
happy as a king.”
“Upon my word!” said Ellison, laughing, “you have made out the case
finely.”
“Wont it do?”
“It looks all very pretty.”
“Can you make out a better case yourself?”
“Perhaps not. But the next thing is the lady.”
“No difficulty about that.”
“Indeed! Well, who is the fair creature?”
“I could mention half a dozen. But I choose for you a good sensible
woman as a wife.”
“Her name?”
“Clara Deville.”
The young man shook his head.
“What’s your objection?”
“Clara is an excellent girl. I have always liked her as a friend, but to
make her my wife is another thing. I don’t think I could love her well
enough for that.”
“Nonsense! She is a girl possessing most excellent qualities of head and
heart. The very qualities that wear longest. If she give you her
affections you have something worth having, to say nothing of the
money.”
But Ellison shook his head in a very positive way.
“Just as you like,” said the friend. “Every one to his fancy. But it
strikes me that you could not do a more sensible thing than make Clara
Deville your wife. You at once have a home, a pleasant companion, and
come into the possession of sufficient property to relieve you of all
care about the common and perplexing concerns of life. Think with what
delight, ardor, and success you could then devote yourself to painting.”
When these things were first said by the friend they did not make much
impression on the mind of the young artist. But a seed was sown, and in
a few days it began to send forth little fibres into the earth, and to
shoot up a tender blade. From that time Ellison thought more and more
about the suggestion of his friend. Whenever he met Clara he observed
her more closely, and her image, when it arose in his mind, associated
itself with the idea of a life-companionship. Particularly did his mind
dwell upon the happy change that would come over his worldly affairs if
Clara, possessing the handsome little property of twenty thousand
dollars, were his wife. It did not take a very long time for the young
man to be able to look at Clara Deville in a different light from that
in which he had previously viewed her. The oftener he met the young
lady, the more did he find in her that was attractive. Even her plain
features underwent a change, and he could see in her face many points of
beauty. In fact, before two months had elapsed, he was, or imagined
himself to be, deeply in love with the maiden.
The desire of possession comes next after the passion of love. It proved
so in this case, and in a much shorter time than the friend who
suggested the alliance had dreamed of such an event taking place, Clara
was not only wooed and won, but wedded.