On that pleasant morn of the early fall, Over the mountains winding down. Forty flags with their silver stars, Up rose old Barbara Fritchie then, In her attic window the staff she set, Under his slouched hat left and right, It shivered the window, pane and sash; 'Shoot, if you must, this old gray head, Who touches a hair of yon gray head, All day long the free flag tossed And through the hill-gaps sunset light And the rebel rides on his raid no more. Honour to her! and let a tear ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH. ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH (1819-1861) was the son of a merchant in Liverpool. He was one of the pupils of Dr. Arnold of Rugby, to whom he was strongly attached; and having won the Balliol scholarship in 1836, he went to Oxford. The Tractarian movement was then agitating the university, and Clough was for a time under its influence. He ultimately abandoned the Romanising party; but his opinions were unsettled, and he never regained the full assurance of his early faith. In 1843 he was appointed tutor as well as Fellow of Oriel College, and laboured successfully for about five years, usually spending the long vacation among the Welsh mountains, the Cumberland lakes, or the Scotch Highlands His most important poem, 'The Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich' (1848), which he terms a long-vacation pastoral,' commemorates one of these holiday tours in the Highlands by the Oxford tutor and his pupils. It was written in hexameter verse, of which Southey had given a specimen in his 'Vision of Judgment,' and contains a faithful picture of Highland scenes and character. Clough grafts a love-story on his descriptive sketch, and makes one of the reading-party marry a Highland maiden and migrate to New Zealand. In 1848, from conscientious motives, the poet resigned his tutorship, and also gave up his fellow. CLOUGH. ENGLISH LITERATURE. ship. Next year he accepted the appointment of Principal of University Hall, London, but held it only for two years, at the end of which he went to America, and settled (October 1852) at Cambridge, Massachusetts. He was drawn thence in less than a twelvemonth by the offer of an examinership in the Education Office, which he accepted; and to this was added, in 1856, the post of Secretary to a Commission for examining the scientific military schools on the continent. He took a warm interest in the philanthropic labours of Miss Nightingale; and thus his life, though uneventful, was, as his biographer remarks, full of work.' Ill health, however, compelled him to go abroad, and he died at Florence, November 13, 1861. Besides the Highland pastoral of The Bothie,' Clough produced a second long poem, 'Amours de Voyage,' the result of a holiday of travel in Italy, and of the impressions made upon him in Rome. His third long poem of 'Dipsychus' was written in Venice in 1850, and is much superior to the Amours.' Another work, Mari Magno,' consists of a series of tales on love and marriage, supposed to be related to each The tales are as other by a party of companions on a sea-voyage. 6 poems homely in style and incident as those of Crabbe, but are less interesting and less poetical. A number of small occasional pieces, of the inner life,' were thrown off from time to time by the poet; and a selection from his papers, with letters and a memoir, edited by his widow, was published in two volumes in 1869. Autumn in the Highlands. It was on Saturday eve, in the gorgeous bright October, One great glory of broad gold pieces appears the aspen, And the jewels of gold that were hung in the hair of the birch-tree, Cover her now o'er and o'er; she is weary, and scatters them from her. Under the alders knitting, gave Elspie her troth to Philip, For as they talked anon she said: "It is well Mr. Philip; Yes, it is well: I have spoken and learned a deal with the teacher. At the last I told him all; I could not help it; And it came easier with him than could have been with my father; Yes, it is well: I have hoped, though quite too great and sudden; I am so fearful, I think it ought not to be for years yet; I am afraid, but believe in you; and I trust to the teacher; You have done all things gravely and temperste, not as in passion; Morning in the City. As the light of day enters some populous city. Shaming away, ere it come. by the chilly day-streak signal, High and low, the misusers of night, shaming out the gas-lamps- Which, withal, by inscrutable simultaneous access He that goes forth to his walks, while speeding to the suburb, Slowly to work, in their limbs the lingering sweetness of slumber; Flower, fruit. farm-store, but sounds and sights of the country Up at the windows, or down, letting in the air by the doorway; Hampered as they haste, those running, these others maidenly tripping; Meet his sweetheart-waiting behind the garden gate there; Merchant on his grass-plat haply bare-headed; and now by this time In a Gondola on the Grand Canal, Venice. Afloat; we move delicious! Ah, How light it moves, how softly! Ah, With no more motion than should bear In one unbroken passage borne And hear the soft turns of the oar! WILLIAM WETMORE STORY. The distinguished American sculptor, MR. W. STORY, whose 'Cleopatra' was the object of much interest and admiration in the Exhibition of 1862, has been a considerable contributor to our imaginative literature. His Ginevra da Siena,' a long poem published in Blackwood's Magazine' for June 1866; his 'Primitive Christian in Rome,' published in the Fortnightly Review' for December 1866; and his Graffiti d'Italia,' 1868, are productions of genuine worth and interest. In 1870 Mr. Story published a singular narrative poem in blank verse on Judas's betrayal of Christ. poet assumes that Judas was really devoted to his Master, was of an enthusiastic temperament, and believed that, if he delivered up Jesus, a glorious manifestation of the Godhead would take place, confounding the Saviour's enemies, and prostrating them in adora The tion; but when he saw Christ bound with cords and taken prisoner, he was overwhelmed with grief and horror, and flinging down the money he had received, went and hanged himself! The following is Mr. Story's conception of the appearance of the Saviour on earth : Tall, slender, not erect. a little bent; Brows arched and dark; a high-ridged lofty head; To look beyond you, and whene'er he spoke At times, too, gleaming with a strange wild fire Besides the above poems and others scattered through periodical works, Mr. Story is author of two interesting volumes in prose. Roba di Roma, or Walks about Rome,' 1862. He has also published several legal works, and The Life and Letters of Justice Story,' his father (1779-1845), a great legal authority in America. The artist himself is a native of Salem, Massachusetts, and was born in 1819. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL. The successor of Mr. Longfellow in Harvard College has well sustained the honours of the professorial chair. JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL, born at Cambridge, Massachusetts, in 1819, appeared as an author in 1841, when he published a volume of poems entitled A Year's Life.' In 1844 he produced a second series of Poems;' in 1845, 'Conversations on some of the Old Poets;' in 1848 a third series of 'Poems,' and 'The Biglow Papers,' a poetical satire on the invasion of Mexico by the United States, the slavery question, &c. In this last work Mr. Lowell seems to have struck into the true vein of his genius. His humour is rich and original, and his use of the Yankee dialect was a novelty in literature. In his serious and sentimental verse the poet has several equals and some superiors in his own country; but as a humourist he is unrivalled. In January 1855 Mr. Lowell succeeded Longfellow as Professor of Modern Languages and Belles-lettres in Harvard College. In 1864 appeared a second series of The Biglow Papers;' in 1869, Under the Willows, and other Poems,' and 'The Cathedral,' an epic poem; in 1870, a volume of prose essays entitled 'Among my Books;' and in 1871, My Study Windows,' a second collection of essays, most of which had previously appeared in periodicals, and all of which are remarkable for critical taste and acumen. Mr. Lowell has been connected editorially and as a contributor with many American reviews and magazines; he has edited the poems of Marvell, Donne, Keats, Wordsworth and Shelley, and also delivered lectures on the British Poets. This popular author belongs to a family distinguished for literary attainments. His grandfather, Judge Lowell, and his father, Dr. Charles Lowell, pastor of the West Church, Boston, were both highly accomplished men, and several other relations were men of culture and eminence in society. His wife, nee Maria White (1821-1823), was a poetess of more than ordinary merit, and the subject of Longfellow's fine poem, The two Angels.' On Popular Applause. I thank ye, my friens, for the warmth o' your greetin'; An' is wuth goin' in for, it 's pop'lar applause; An' I feel it-wal, down to the eend o' my pockets. But it's Canaan paid quarterly t' hev 'em love you; I expected 'fore this, 'thout no gret of a row. Thet the ingin o' State gut throwed into the ditch By the fault o' the North in misplacin' the switch Things wuz ripenin' fust-rate with Buchanan to nuss 'em ; But the people they wouldn't be Mexicans, cuss 'em! Ain't the safeguards o' freedom upsot, 'z you may say, Ef the right o' rev'lution is took clean away? An' doosn't the right primy-fashy include The bein' entitled to nut be subdued? The fact is, we'd gone for the union so strong. When union meant South ollus right an' North wrong, Hints to Statesmen. A ginooine statesman should be on his guard. For when you've done all your real meanin' to smother, |