The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852 — John Shaqi
The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852Various
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The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852
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speculates not, wrangles not, reviles not, but, while it every where
testifies of the degradation we are under, touches our spirits to power
and purity by the constant exhortation of "sursem corda!"
The style of Dr. Hooker abounds in spontaneous interest and unexpected
graces. It seems to result immediately from his character, and to be an
inseparable part of it. It is free from all the commonplaces of fine
writing; has nothing of the formal contrivance of the rhetorician, the
balanced period, the pointed turn, the recurring cadence. Yet the charms
of a genuine simplicity, of a directness almost quaint, of primitive
gravity, and calm, native good sense, renders it singularly agreeable to
a cultivated taste. Undoubtedly there is in spiritual sensibility
something akin to genius, and like it tending to utterance in language
significant and beautiful. We meet at times in Dr. Hooker's writings
with phrases of the rarest felicity and of great delicacy and
expressiveness; in which we know not whether most to admire the vigor
which has conceived so striking a thought, or the refinement of art
which has fixed it in words so beautifully exact.
SUNSET.
WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE.
BY R. S. CHILTON
See with what pomp the golden sun goes down
Behind yon purple mountain!--far and wide
His mellow radiance streams; the steep hill-side
Is clothed with splendor, and the distant town
Wears his last glory like a blazing crown.
We cannot see him now, and yet his fire
Still lingers on the city's tallest spire,--
Chased slowly upward by the gathering frown
Of the approaching darkness. God of light!
Thou leavest us in gloom,--but other eyes
Watch thy faint coming now in distant skies:--
There drooping flowers spring up, and streams grow bright,
And singing birds plume their moist wings for flight,
And stars grow pale and vanish from the sight!
NEW-YORK SOCIETY, BY THE LAST ENGLISH TRAVELLER.
The Hon. HENRY COPE has lately published in London a _Ride across the
Rocky Mountains, to California_--a book abounding in striking adventure
and description, and illustrating in its general tone the spirit of an
English gentleman. Its temper and good sense may be inferred from the
following specimen, on the never-failing subject of Society in New-York:
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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