THOMAS MACKELLAR. [Born, 1812.] THIS amiable poet is the son of a Scottish genaleman who, resigning a commission in the British navy, emigrated to New York, where he was married, and resided till his death. He was born in that city on the twelfth of August, 1812; in 1826 began to learn the printing business; in 1833 took charge of Mr. L. JOHNSON's extensive stereotype foundry, in Philadelphia, in which he is now a partner; and LIFE'S EVENING. THE Wld to me is growing gray and old; My sire departed ere his locks were gray; And when my offspring at our altar kneel To worship God, and sing our morning psalm, Their rising stature whispers unto me My life is gently waning to its evening calm. THE SLEEPING WIFE. My wife! how calmly sleepest thou! I'll watch, and mark each line of grace My wife! my wife! thy bosom fair, -- That heaves with breath more pure than air Thy thoughts, perchance, now dwell on him And shadowy future strive to pry, With woman's curious, earnest eye. Sleep on! sleep on! my dreaming wife! in 1844 published "Droppings from the Heart," in 1847 TAM's Fortnight Ramble and other Poems," and in 1853 "Lines for the Gentle and Loving," in which works he has illustrated in a natural and pleasing manner strong domestic and religious af fections and a love of nature, and frequently displayed much pathos and quiet humor. His favorite verse is the sonnet, which he manages very deftly. With beings fill'd, of fancy's birth;- REMEMBER THE POOR. REMEMBER the Poor! It fearfully snoweth, The tempest's wild power The father is lying In that hovel, dying With sickness of heart. No voice cheers his dwelling, Ere life shall depart. The widow is sighing, In mercy be speedy The baby is sleeping, Its cheeks wet with weeping, Whose cough, deep and hollow, Her husband to rest! To him who aid lendeth, The LORD will repay; And sweet thoughts shall cheer nau, In his dying day! 493 MATTHEW C. FIELD. [Born, 1812. Died, 1844.] THE author of the numerous compositions, in prose and verse, which appeared in the journals of the southern states under the signature of Phazma," between the years 1834 and 1844, was born of Irish parentage, in London, in 1812, and when but four years of age was brought to this country, which was his home from that period until he died. He was of a feeble constitution, and in his later years a painful disease interrupted his occupations and induced a melancholy which is illustrated in the humorous sadness of many of his verses. In the hope of relief he made a journey from New Orleans to Santa Fé, and another, soon after, to the Rocky Moun tains; and failing of any advantage from these, set out to visit some friends in Boston, trusting to the good influences of a voyage by sea; but died in the ship, before reaching Mobile, on the fifteenth of November, 1844, in the thirtythird year of his age. He was several years one of the editors of the New Orleans "Picayune," and was a brother of Mr. J. M. FIELD, of St. Louis, who is as nearly related in genius as by birth. TO MY SHADOW. SHADOW, just like the thin regard of men, POOR TOM. THERE'S a new stone now in the old churchyard, In his early day to be pluck'd away, All the joy that love and affection sheds, Seemed to fling golden hope around him, And the warmest hearts and the wisest heads Alike to their wishes found him. Poor Tom! poor Tom! He is sleeping now 'neath the willow bough, While the eyes of the night are weeping. Oh, the old churchyard, with its new white stone, We were early friends-oh, time still tends In the old churchyard we have wandered oft, Poor Tom! poor Tom! And we wonder'd then, if, when we were men, Poor Tom! On the very spot where the stone now stands, Now poor Tom lies cold in the churchyard old, Poor Tom! There's a new stone now in the old churchyard, In his early day to be plucked away, Poor Tom! CHARLES T. BROOKS. [Born, 1813.] THE Reverend CHARLES T. BROOKS was born in Salem, Massachusetts, on the twentieth of June, 1813; graduated at Harvard University in 1832; completed his theological preparation in 1835; and was settled over the Unitarian church in Newport, Rhode Island, of which he has ever since been the pastor, in the beginning of 1837. His first poetical publication was a translation of SCHILLER'S "William Tell," printed anonymously in Providence in 1838. Translations of "Mary Stuart" and "The Maid of Orleans" were made in a year or two after, but remain yet in manuscript. About the date of these last, he commenced versions of JEAN PAUL RICHTER'S "Levana," "Jubel Senior," and "Titan," which have been since completed. In 1842 he published in Boston, in Mr. RIPLEY'S series of “Specimens of Foreign Literature," a volume of Songs and Ballads, from the German," of UнLAND, KORNER, BURGER, and others. In 1845 he published a "Poem delivered before the Phi Beta Kappa Society of Harvard College;" in 1847, "Homage of the Arts," from SCHILLER, with miscellaneous gleanings from other German poets; in 1848," Aquidneck and other Poems," embracing a "Poem on the hundreth Anniversary of the Redwood Library;" in 1853 the small collection called "Songs of Field and Flood," and in the same year a volume of "German Lyrics," the principal piece in which is that of ANASTASIUS GRUN, (count von AUERSPERG,) entitled "The Ship Cincinnatus,"representing an American vessel with the figure-head of the noble Roman, sailing home from Pompeii. Mr. BROOKS has made himself thoroughly familiar with the spirit of German literature, and has been remarkably successful in most of his attempts to reproduce it in English. His original poems are chaste and elegant, equally modest in design and successful in execution. "ALABAMA."† BRUISED and bleeding, pale and weary, By relentless foemen pressed, By the stern steam-demon hurried, Far from home and scenes so blest; Sleepless, houseless, and distressed, 46 Alabama! Here I rest!" With its cares and woes oppressed, From my sick and fainting breast, Another volume from the German poets in this excellent series is by JOHN S. DWIGHT, a translator of kindred scholarship and genius. There is a tradition, that a tribe of Indians, defeated and hard pressed by a more powerful foe, reached in their fight a river, where their chief set up a staff and exclaimed, "Alabama" a word meaning, "Here we rest," which fron that time became the river's name. TO THE MISSISSIPPI. MAJESTIC stream! along thy banks, It seems as if a heart did thrill 495 OUR COUNTRY-RIGHT OR WRONG." "OUR country-right or wrong!"— Let no true patriot's pen such words indite! Let him, with heart, voice, hand, Say, "Country or no country: speed the right!" Shall HE who bled on Calvary plead in vain! Where War's gash'd victims fall, While sisters, widows, orphans, mourn the slain' Take God's whole armor for the holy fray Of GOD stand steadfast in the evil day! Of ghastly woes that rise upon thy sight, Man! man! whoe'er thou art, To say, "God guide our struggling country right!" A SABBATH MORNING, AT PETTAQUAMSCUTT. THE Sabbath breaks-how heavenly clear! That tell the peopled solitude How great is God,-how wise,-how good This pensive pause, I seem to hear SUNRISE ON THE SEA-COAST. It was the holy hour of dawn: Oh sacred balm of summer dawn, Alone upon a rock I stood, Now all creation seemed to wake; Each little leaf with joy did shake; The trumpet-signal of the breeze Stirred all the ripples of the seas* Each in its gambols and its glee A living creature seemed to be; Like wild young steeds with snowy mane, The white waves skimmed the liquid plain, Glad Ocean, with ten thousand eyes, Proclaimed its joy to earth and skies; From earth and skies a countless throng Of happy creatures swelled the song; Praise to the Conquerer of night! Praise to the King of Life and Light' C. P. CRANCH. [Born, 1813.] THE grandfather of Mr. CRANCH was Judge RICHARD CRANCH, of Quincy, Massachusetts, and his grandmother MARY SMITH, a sister of the His father, wife of the first President ADAMS. Chief Justice WILLIAM CRANCH, of Washington, married a Miss GREENLEAF, one of whose sisters was the wife of NOAH WEBSTER, the lexicographer, and another the wife of Judge DAWES, father Athenia of Damascus," &c. of the author of " Judge CRANCH the younger removed to the District of Columbia in 1794, and CHRISTOPHER PEASE CRANCH was born in Alexandria, on the eighth of March, 1813. His boyhood was passed on the Virginia side of the Potomac, but in 1826 the family settled in Washington, and two years afterward he entered Columbian College, where he was graduated in 1831. Having decided to enter the ministry of the Unitarian church, he now proceeded to Cambridge, where he passed three years in the divinity school connected with Harvard College, and in 1834 became a licentiate. He did not settle anywhere as a pastor, but preached a considerable time in Peoria, Illinois; Richmond, Virginia; Bangor, Maine; Washington, and other places. He gradually withdrew from the clerical profession, and finally, about the year 1842, determined to devote himself entirely to painting, for which he had shown an early predilection and very decided talents. He was never a regular pupil of any one artist, but received friendly assistance from Mr. DURAND and others, and always In Octostudied with enthusiasm from nature. ber, 1843, he was married to Miss ELIZABETH DE WINDT, of Fishkill, on the Hudson, and from this period until 1847 resided principally in New York, in the assiduous practice of his art, in which he made very rapid improvement. He now proceeded to Italy, where for two or three years he was an industrious and successful student in the galleries, and produced many fine original landscape studies. In 1853 he went a second time to Europe, and has since made his home in Paris. His course as an artist has been marked by a strict regard to truth and nature, and he ranks among the first of our landscape painters. A taste for music is also one of his strong characteristics, and has been carefully cultivated. Mr. CRANCH was associated with GEORGE RIPLEY, RALPH WALDO EMERSON, MARGARET FULLER, and others of the school of "Boston transcendentalists," as a writer for "The Dial," and some of his earliest and best lyrical effusions appeared in that remarkable periodical. In 1854 he published in Philadelphia a small volume of his "Poems," which was sharply reviewed by old-fashioned critics; but it was not addressed to them: "Him we will seek," the poet says, "and none but him, Whose inward sense hath not grown dim; The wisdom that o'erlooketh scuse, And the class who saw themselves reflected in these Youth hath its time Merry hearts will merrily chime. The tones were sweet to the ear; I stood in the open air, The crescent moon hung o'er the west; Wooing the feverish soul to rest; Beauty breathed in the summer-breeze, Beauty rock'd the whispering trees, Was mirror'd in the sleeping billow, Was bending in the swaying willow, 497 |