Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXIII.—April, 1852.—Vol. IV.: NoneVarious
General
Harper's New Monthly Magazine, No. XXIII.—April, 1852.—Vol. IV.: None
Various
American literature -- Periodicals; Civilization -- Periodicals; Culture -- Periodicals
Our _now_, when we write, stands morally as far off from what will be
_now_ to our readers, when this sheet comes before them, as though the
interval measured half the circumference of the Ecliptic, instead of
being bounded between these dull March days and the bright April
morning, when our Magazine will be lying by many an open window from
Maine to Georgia. Our Easy Chair chit-chat must take its coloring from
our _now_, and not from that of our readers.
* * * * *
The town has just woke up from its wintry carnival of sleighs and bells,
and wears much the aspect of a reveler who is paying the penalty for too
free over-night potations. Broadway no longer flows along like a stream
of molten silver, but resembles nothing so much as the mud-river of
Styx--"darker far than perse" of the great Florentine; and instead of
the fairy-like sleighs of the month gone by, is traversed only by the
lumbering omnibuses, scattering far and wide the inky fluid. To cross
the street dry-shod is not to be thought of, save at one or two points
where philanthropic tradesmen, mindful of the public good--and their
own--have subsidized a troop of sweepers to clear a passage in front of
their doors. We accept the favor with all gratitude, and do not inquire
too closely into the stories of silver goblets, presented by grateful
ladies to these public benefactors. Under such circumstances all lighter
matters of gossip are things of the past--and of the future, let us
hope.
* * * * *
Into the current of graver talk several pebbles have been thrown, which
have rippled its surface into circlets wider than usual. The meeting in
commemoration of COOPER was a worthy tribute to the memory of one who
has shed honor upon his country by adding new forms of beauty to the
intellectual wealth of the world. It was singularly graceful and
appropriate that the funeral discourse of the greatest American
Novelist, should have been pronounced by the greatest American Poet--and
should we say the greatest living poet who speaks the tongue of Milton
and Shakspeare, who would dare to place another name in competition for
the honor with that of BRYANT?
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