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　　MemoirTheDesertedBrideTheMain—Truck;Or，ALeapForLifePoetryTheCrotonOdeFragmentofanIndianPoemLand—Ho！
　　Woodman，SparethatTreeTheCottager’sWelcomeLandofWashingtonTheFlagofOurUnionLinesAftertheMannerofOldenTimeTheDreamofLoveI’mWithYouOnceAgainOh，WouldThatSheWereHereTheSwordandtheStaffTheChieftain’sDaughterThyWillBeDoneLifeintheWestSongofMarion’sMenJanetMoreaLisetteMyMother’sBibleTheDog—StarRagesLegendoftheMohawkTheBall—RoomBelleWeWereBoysTogetherOh，Boatman，HasteFuneralHymnO’ertheMountainsWomanRosabelThyTyrantSwayAHerooftheRevolutionRhymeandReason：AnApologueStarlightRecollectionsWeariesMyLoveofMyLetters？
　　FareTheeWell，LoveThouHastWoventheSpellBessieBellTheDayisNowDawning，LoveWhenOtherFriendsareRoundTheeSilentGriefLoveThee，Dearest？
　　ILovetheNightTheMiniatureTheRetortLinesonaPoetTheBacchanalTwentyYearsAgoNationalAnthemILoveTheeStillLookFromThyLattice，LoveSheLovedHimTheSuitorsSt.Agnes’ShrineWesternRefrainThePrairieonFireTheEvergreenTheMay—QueenVenetianSerenadeTheWhip—Poor—WillTheExiletoHisSisterNeartheLakeWhereDroopedtheWillowThePastor’sDaughterMargarettaTheColonelTheSweep’sCarolTheSeasonsofLoveMyWoodlandBrideOh，ThinkofMeMyBarkisOutUpontheSeaWillNobodyMarryMe？
　　TheStarofLoveWell—A—DayNotMarriedYetLadyofEnglandOh，ThisLoveMaryTheBeamofDevotionTheWelcomeandFarewell’TisNowthePromisedHourTheSongsofHomeMasonicHymnTheDismissedLordoftheCastleTheFallenBraveSongoftheTroubadourChampionsofLibertyTheHunter’sCarolWashington’sMonumentTheSister’sAppealSongoftheReapersWalterGayGroundsForDivorceTemperanceSongBoat—SongWillieTheRockofthePilgrimsYearsAgoTheSoldier’sWelcomeHomeTheOriginofYankeeDoodleLinesontheBurialofMrs.MaryL.WardNew—Yorkin1826
　　TheHero’sLegacyWhatCanItMeanWhereHudson’sWaveAuRevoirToMyAbsentDaughterSongoftheSewingMachineMyLadyWaitsForMeMusicTheMillionaireInMemoryofCharlesH.SandfordSeventy—SixAParodyTheStag—HuntDeliverUsFromEvilUnionWePartForEverCometoMeinCherryTimeOntheDeathofMrs.JessieWillisThankGodforPleasantWeatherTheMaster’sSongTheMissingShipJeannieMarshLucyEpitaphInMemoryofJohnW.Francis，JrNature’sNoblemenAWall—StreetLyricKingCottonWordsAdaptedtoaSpanishMelodyLoveinExileTotheEveningStarWelcomeHomeTheSycamoreShadeUptheHudsonOnlyThineEpigramonReadingGrim’sAttackuponClintonOnHearingthatMorseDidNotInventtheTelegraphAddressfortheBenefitofWilliamDunlopAddressfortheBenefitofJ.SheridanKnowlesAddressfortheBenefitofHenryPlacideTheMaidofSaxony：Or，Who’stheTraitor？
　　Ho！Hans！——Why，Hans！
　　Rejoice！Rejoice！We’reSafeandSoundTheLifeForMeisaSoldier’sLifeConfusion！AgainRejected！
　　WhenIbeholdthatLoweringBrow’TisaSoldier’sRigidDutyTheSpring—TimeofLoveisBothHappyandGayFromMyFateThere’sNoRetreatingLadsandLassesTripAwayAllHailtheKing！
　　HomeSky，Stream，Moorland，andMountainDaredTheseLipsMySadStoryImpartFieryMars，ThyVotaryHearAh！LoveisnotaGarden—FlowerTheKing，ThePrincesoftheCourtVictoria！Victoria！
　　ThisGloomyCellismyAbodeatLastHark！’TistheDeep—TonedMidnightBellOnce，MildandGentlewasmyHeartTheGentleBirdonYonderSprayThatLaw’sthePerfectionofReasonWithMercyLetJusticeWhatOutrageMore？——AtWhoseCommandTheJavelinFromanUnseenHandRejoice！OurLoyalHeartsWeBringOurHeartsareBoundingwithDelightNotesTheDesertedBrideTheCrotonOdeWoodman，SpareThatTreeTheChieftain’sDaughterSongofMarion’sMenJanetMcReaTheDog—StarRagesThePrairieonFireTheSweep’sCarolTheFallenBraveofMexicoTheChampionsofLibertyTheRockofthePilgrimsTheSoldier’sWelcomeHomeTheOriginofYankeeDoodleNew—Yorkin1826
　　TheMaidofSaxonyMemoirofGeorgeP.Morris.
　　ByHoraceBinneyWallace.
　　Blessthouthylot;thysimplestrainshaveledThehigh—bornmusetobethepoorman’sguest，Andwaftedonthewingsofsong，havespedTheirwaytomanyarude，unletteredbreast.
　　——Beranger.
　　Morrishashungthemostbeautifulthoughtsintheworlduponhingesof[illegible];andhissongsaredestinedtorolloverbrightlipsenoughtoforma[sonnet？illegible].Hissentimentsaresimple，honest，truthful，andfamiliar;hislanguageispureandeminentlymusical，andheisprodigallyfullofthepoetryofevery—dayliving.
　　——Willis.
　　ThedistinctionwithwhichthenameofGeneralMorrisisnowassociatedinapermanentconnectionwithwhatisleastfactitiousorfugitiveinAmericanArt，isadmittedandknown;buttheclassofyoungmenoflettersinthiscountry，atpresent，canhardlyappreciatetheextenttowhichthey，andtheprofessiontowhichtheybelong，areindebtedtohisanimatedexertions，hisvariedtalents，hisadmirableresourcesoftemper，duringaperiodoftwentyyears，andatatimewhenthecharacterofAmericanliterature，bothathomeandabroadwasyettobeformed.Thefirstgreatservicewhichtheliterarytasteofthiscountryreceived，wasrenderedbyDennie;aremarkableman;qualifiedbynatureandattainmentstobealeaderinnewcircumstances;fittotakepartintheformationofanationalliterature;asavindicatorofindependenceinthought，abletoestablishfreedomwithoutdisturbingtheobligationsoflaw;asaconservativeintaste，skilfultokeepthetoneofthegreatmodelswithwhichhisstudieswerefamiliar，withoutcopyingtheirstyle;bybothcapacitiessuccessfulindevelopingtheone，unchangeablespiritofArt，underanewformandwithneweffects.
　　Inthisofficeoffield—marshalofournativeforces，GeneralMorrissucceededhimunderincreasedadvantages，insomerespectwithhigherpowers，inadifferent，andcertainlyavastlymoreextendedsphereofinfluence.Themanifoldandlastingbenefitswhich，aseditorof"TheMirror，"GeneralMorrisconferredonartandartistsofeverykind，byhistact，hisliberality，thesuperiorityofhisjudgement，andthevigorofhisabilities;bytheperseveranceandaddresswithwhichhedisciplinedacorpsofyouthfulwriters，inthepresenceofaconstantandheavyfirefromthebatteriesofforeigncriticism;bytherarecombination，sovaluableindealingwiththenumerousaspirantsinauthorshipwithwhomhispositionbroughthimincontact;ofaquick，trueeyetodiscerninthemodestyofsomenamelessmanuscriptthefuturepromisesofapowerhardlyyetconsciousofitself;adiscretiontoguidebysoundadvice，andagenerositytoaidwiththemostimportantkindofassistance;thefirmandopentemperwhichhisexampletendedtoinspireintotherelationsofliterarymenwithoneanotherthroughouttheland;andmorethanall，perhaps，bytheharmonyandunion，ofsuchinappreciablevalue，especiallyinthebeginningofnationaleffort，betweentheseveralsisterartsofwriting，music，painting，anddramaticexhibition，whichthesingularvarietyanddiscursivenessofhisintellectualsympathiesledhimconstantlytomaintainandvindicate;these，inthemultiplicityoftheiroperation，andthefullpoweroftheirjointeffect，canbeperfectlyunderstoodonlybythosewhopossessedacontemporaneousknowledgeofthecircumstances，andwho，rememberingthestateofthingsatthecommencementoftheperiodalludedto，andobservingwhatexistedattheendofit，areabletolookbackoverthewholeinterval，andseetowhatinfluencesandwhatpersonstheextraordinarychangewhichhastakenplace，istobereferred.If，atthismoment，theliterarygeniusofAmerica，renewedinyouth，andquiveringlietheeagle’swingswithexcessofvigor，seemsabouttomakeanewflight，fromahighervantage—ground，intoloftierdepthsofairydistance，thecapacitytotakethatflightmust，toagreatdegree，beascribedtothosetwopersonswhomwehavenamed;withoutwhoseservicesthebrightererawhichappearsnowtobedawning，mightyetbedistantanddoubtful.
　　Besidestheseparticularsofpasteffort，whichoughttomakehiscountrymenlovethereputationofthesubjectofthisnotice，weregretthatourlimitsforbidustospeakatlargeofthosemoreintimatequalitiesofpersonalvalue，which，inourjudgment，formthegenuinelustreofonewho，admirableforotherattainments，istobeimitatedinthese.
　　Tousitisaninstinctivefeelingthatawrongisdonetothepropergrandeurofourcomplexnature——thataviolenceisofferedtothehigherconsciousnessofourimmortalbeing——wheneveranintellectualqualityisextolledtotheneglectofamoralone.
　　Moralexcellenceisthemostrealgenius;andatempertocopeandcalmlybafflethemultitudinousassaultsofthespiritualenmityofactivelife，isatalentwhichoutshinesallpraiseofmentalendowments.Unhappily，thebiographerofliterarycreatorsaffordsfewoccasionsinwhichafeelingofthiskindcanbeindulgedandgratified：thatsensibilityofmentalapprehensionswhichisthefameoftheauthor，isusuallyattendedbyasusceptibilityofpassionateimpressionwhichisthefateoftheman;andearthandsensedelighttowreaktheirdestructivevengencesuponthespiritualnatureofhim，ofwhoseintellectualbeingtheyaretheslavesandthesport.Inthepresentinstance，weareconcernedwiththecharacter——’totus，teres，atquerotundus;’whichmaybelookedupon，fromeveryside，withanequalsatisfaction.Searchthewideworldover，andyoushallnotfindamongtheliterarymenofanynation，oneonwhomthedignityofafreeandmanlyspiritsitswithagracemorenativeandfamiliar——whosespontaneoussentimentshaveatruertoneofnobleness——thecourseofwhoseusualfeelingsismoreexpandedandhonorable——whoseacts，whethercommonanddaily，ordeliberateandmuch—considered，arewontatalltimestobemorebeautifullyimpressedwiththosemarksofsincerity，ofmodesty，andofjustice，whichformtheverysealofworthinconduct.Thosejealousies，andlittlenesses，andenvyings，whichpreyuponthespiritsofmanymen，asthevultureontheheartthatchainedPrometheus——andwhosefiercebesetmenttheywhoWILLbemagnanimous，havetofightoff，asonedrivesawaytheeaglesfromtheirprey，withvoiceandgestures——seemnevertoassailhim.ItisthehappinessofhisnaturetohaveTHATonlyabsolutedeliverancefromevilwhichisimpliedinbeingrenderedinsensibletotemptation.
　　Whilethedutywhichislaiduponus，inthispaper，mainlyistoopenandsetforthhispoeticpraisesandclaimthelaurelforhisliterarymerits;whenthecrownofsongistobeconferreduponhim，weshallinterposetobegthatthechapletmaybeaccompaniedbysomemark，orsomeinscriptionwhichshalldeclare，"Thisistherewardofmoralexcellence."
　　Forthesuccessofourspecialpurpose，inthisnotice，whichistoconsiderandmakeapparentthespecificcharacterwhichbelongstoGeneralMorrisasaliteraryartistandapoeticcreator，toexplainhisclaimstothattitlewhichthecommonvoiceofthecountryhasgiventohim——ofTheSong—WriterofAmerica——itwouldhaveprobablybeenmorejudicioushadwekeptoutofviewthemattersofwhichwehavejustspoken.ItisrecordedofaGrecianpainter，thathavingcompletedthepictureofasleepingnymph，headdedontheforegroundthefigureofasatyrgazinginamazementuponherbeauty;butfindingthatthesecondaryformattracteduniversalpraise，heeraseditasdivertingapplausefromthatwhichhedesiredtohaveregardedastheprincipalmonumentofhisskill.Thereisinthisanecdoteadoublewisdom;theworldisaslittlewillingtoyieldtoatwofoldsuperiorityasitisabletoappreciatetwodistinctobjectsatonce.
　　Inareviewofliteraryreputations，perhapsnothingisfittedtoraisemoresurprisethantheobviousinequalityintheextendandgreatnessofthelaborstowhichanequalrewardoffamehasbeenallotted.TheaboundingenergyandpicturesquevarietyofHomerareillustratedineight—and—fortybooks：theremainsofSapphomightbewrittenonthesurfaceofaleafofthelaurusnobilis.
　　Yetiftheoneexpandsbeforeuswiththemagnificentextent，thediversifiedsurface，theendlessdecorationsoftheearthitself，theotherhangsonhigh，likealone，clearstar——smallbutintense——flashinguponusthroughthenightofages，investedwithcircumstancesofdivinitynotlessunquestionablethanthosewhichattendthevenerablemajestyoftheAncientofSong.TherichandroseatelightthatshinesaroundthenameofMimnermus，isshedfromsomedozenortwentylines：theimmortalityofTyrtaeusrestsuponastanzaortwo，whichhavefloatedtouswiththeirpreciousfreight，overtheseaofcenturies，andwillfloatonunsubmergiblebyallthewavesofTime.ThesoulofSimonideslivestousinasinglecouplet;butthatistheverystuffofEternity，whichneitherfirewillassoil，nortempestperil，northewrathofyearsimpair.TheInfinitehasnodegrees;wherevertheworldseesinanyhumanbeingthefireoftheEverlasting，itbowswithequalawe，whetherthatfireisdisplayedbyonlyanoccasionalflash，orbyaprolongedanddiffusiveblaze.Thereisacertaintonewhich，hearitwhenwemay，andwherewemay，weknowtobetheaccentsofthegods;andwhetheritsqualitybeshowninasingleutterance，oritsvolumedisplayedinathousandburstsofmusic，wesurroundthebandofspiritswhomwetheredetectintheirmortaldisguise，withequalceremoniesofrespectandworship，hailingthemalikeasseraphsofabrightersphere——sonsofthemorning.
　　Thisisnatural，anditisreasonable.Geniusisnotadegreeofotherqualities，norisitaparticularwayorextentofdisplayingsuchqualities;itisafacultybyitself;itisamanner，ofwhichwemayjudgewiththesamecertaintyfromoneexhibition，asfrommany.Thepraiseofapoet，therefore，istobedeterminednotbythenatureoftheworkwhichheundertakes，butbythekindofmasterywhichheshows;notbythebreadthofsurfaceoverwhichhetoils，butbytheperfectnessoftheresultwhichheattains.
　　Mr.Wordsworthhasvindicatedthecapacityofthesonnettobeacasketoftherichestgemsoffame.Wehavenodoubtthatthesongmaygiveevidenceofageniuswhichshalldeservetoberankedwiththeconstructorofanepic."ScornnottheSONG."Wewouldgosofar，indeed，astosaythatsuccessinthesongimports，necessarily，amoreinbornandgenuinegiftofpoeticconception，thanthesameproportionofsuccessinotherlesssimplemodesofart.Therearesomesortsofcompositionwhichmaybewroughtoutofeagerfeelingandthefoamofexcitedpassions;andwhicharethereforetoalargeextentwithinthereachofearnestsensibilitiesandanambitiouswill;othersarethespontaneousoutflowoftheheart，towhoseperfection，turbulenceandeffortarefatal.Ofthelatterkindisthesong.Whiletheodeallowsofexertionandstrain，whatisdoneinitmustbeaccomplishedbynativeandinherentstrength.
　　Speakingwiththatconfidencewhichmaynotimproperlybeassumedbyonewho，havinglookedwithsomecareatthefoundationsoftheopinionwhichheexpresses，supposeshimselfable，ifcalleduponbydenial，tofurnishsuchdemonstrationofitstruthasthenatureofthematterallowsof，wesaythat，inourjudgment，thereisnoprofessedwriterofsongs，inthisday，whohasconceivedthetruecharacterofthisdelicateandpeculiarcreationofart，withgreaterprecisionandjustnessthanMr.Morris，orbeenmorefelicitousthanheindealingwiththesubtleandmultiformdifficultiesthatbesetitsexecution.Itiswellunderstoodbythosewhosethoughtsareusedtobeconversantwiththesuggestionsofadeeperanalysisthanbelongstopopularcriticism，thattheformsofliteraryartarenotindefiniteinnumber，variableintheircharacteristics，ordeterminedbythecasualtasteorarbitrarywillofauthors：
　　theyexistinnature;theyaredependentuponthosefixedlawsofintellectualbeing，ofspiritualaffection，andmoralchoice，whichconstitutetherationalityofman.Andtheactual，positivemeritofapoeticalproduction——thatrealmerit，whichconsistsinnativevitality，ininherentcapacitytolive——doesnotlieintheglitterorcostlinessofthedecorationswithwhichitisinvested——norintheforcewithwhichitismadetospringfromthemindofitscreatorintothemindsofothers——noryetinthescaleofmagnitudeuponwhichtheideasbelongingtothesubjectareillustratedinthework;butrather，aswesuppose，obviously，andinallcases，upontheintegrityandtruthwithwhichtheparticularformthathasbeencontemplatedbytheartist，isbroughtout，andthedistinctnesswithwhichthatonespecificimpressionwhichisappropriatetoit，isattained.ThisisthekindofexcellencewhichweascribetoMr.Morris;anexcellenceofaloftyorder;genuine，sincere，andincapableofquestion;morevaluableinthisclassofcompositionthaninanyother，becausebothmoreimportantandmoredifficult.
　　Forthesongappearstoustopossessadefinitenesspeculiarlyjealousandexclusive;tobelessflexibleincharacterandtopermitlessvarietyoftonethanmostotherclassesofcomposition.
　　Ifamanshallsay，"Iwillputmoreforceintomysongthanyourmodelallows，Iwillchargeitwithagreatervarietyofimpressions，"
　　itiswell;ifheisskilful，hemaymakesomethingthatisveryvaluable.Butinsofarashisworkismorethanasong，itisnotasong.InallworksofArt——whereverformisconcerned——excessiserror.
　　Thejustnotionandofficeofthemodernsong，aswethinkofit，istobetheembodimentandexpression，inbeauty，ofsomeoneofthosesentimentsorthoughts，gay，moral，pensive，joyous，ormelancholy，whichareasnaturalandappropriate，inparticularcircumstances，ortocertainoccasions，astheodortotheflower;
　　risingatsuchseasons，intothemindsofallclassesofpersons，instinctiveandunbidden，yetinobediencetosomelawofassociationwhichitisthegiftofthepoettoapprehend.Itsgracefulpurposeistoexhibitanincidentinthesubstanceofanemotion，tocommunicatewisdomintheformofsentiment;itistherefractedgleamofsomewanderingrayfromthefairorbofmoraltruth，whichglancingagainstsomeoccurrenceincommonlife，issurprisedintoasmileofquick—darting，manycoloredbeauty;itistheairyripplethatisthrownupwhenthecurrentoffeelinginhumanheartsaccidentallyencountersthecurrentofthoughtandbubblesforthwithagentlefretofsparklingfoam.Self—evolved，almost，andobedientinitsdevelopmentandshapingtosomeinwardsparkofbeautywhichappearstopossessandcontrolitscourse，itmightalmostseemthat，intheout—goinglovelinessofsuchproductions，sentimentmadesubstantialinlanguage，floatedabroadinnaturalself—delivery;asthatheatwhichisnotyetflame，givesforthinbluewreathsofvaporousgrace，whichunfoldtheirdelicatenessforamomentuponthetranquilair，andthenvanishaway.Itisnotanartificialstructurebuiltupbyintellectafteramodelforeshapedbyfancy，orforeshadowedbytheinstinctsofthepassions;itisasimpleemotion，crystalledintobeautybypassingforamomentthroughthecoolerairofthemind;itismerelyaneffluenceofcreativevigor;agracefulfeelingthickenedintowords.Itsproperdwellingisintheatmosphereofthesentiments，nothepassions;itwillnot，indeed，repelthesympathyofdeeperfeelings，butknowsthemratherundertheformoftheflowerthatfloatsuponthesurfaceofmeditation，thanofthedeeperrootthatliesbeneathitsstream.AndthisisthegrievousfaultofnearlyallLordByron’smelodies;thathepiercesthemtooprofoundly，andpassesbelowtheregionofgrace，charginghislyrewithfarmorevehemenceofpassionthanitsslightstringsaremeanttobear.Thebeautywhichbelongstothisproduction，shouldbeintheformofthethoughtratherthanthefashionofthesetting：thatgenuinenessandsimplicityofcharacterwhichconstitutealmostitsessence，aredestroyedbyanyappearanceofthecoldartificesofconstruction，palpablespringssetforouradmiration，wherebythebeginningisobviouslyarrangedinreferencetoaparticularending.Thisistheshort—reachingpowerofMoore——guilty，bydesign，ofthatdeparturefromsimplicity，bywhichhefascinatedonegenerationattheexpenseofbeingforgottenbyanother.Thesong，whileitisgeneralinitsimpression，shouldbeparticularinitsoccasion;
　　notanabstractionofthemind，butadefinitefeeling，specialtosomecertainsetofcircumstances.Risingfromoutthesurfaceofdailyexperience，likethewateryissuingsofafountain，itthrowsitselfupwardforamoment，thendescendsinasoft，glitteringshowertothelevelwhenceitrose.HereinresidesthechiefdefectofBayly’ssongs;thattheyaretoogeneralandvague——aspeciesofpatternsongs——beingembodimentsofsomegeneralfeeling，orreflection，butlackingthatsufficientreferencetosomeseasonoroccurrencewhichwouldjustifytheirappearing，andtakeawayfromthemtheaspectofpretensionanddisplay.
　　Theonlysatisfactorymethodofcriticismisbymeansofclinicallectures;andwefeelregretthatourlimitsdonotsufferus——toanygreatdegree——toillustratewhatwedeemthevigoroussimplicity，andgenuinegraceofMr.Morris，bythatmodeofexposition.Wemustrefertoafewcases，however，toshowwhatwehavebeenmeaningintheremarkswhichwemadeabove，uponthepropercharacterofthesong.Theballadof"Woodman，sparethattree"——oneofthoseaccidentsofgeniuswhich，however，neverhappenbuttoconsummateartists——issofamiliartoeverymindandheart，astoresentcitation.Take，then，"MyMother’sBible."Weknowofnosimilarproductioninatruertaste，inapurerstyle，ormoredistinctlymarkedwiththecharacterofagoodschoolofcomposition.Ortake"Wewereboystogether."Inmanlypathos，intendernessandtruth，whereshallitbeexcelled？"TheMiniature"possesthecaptivatingeleganceofVoiture."WhereHudson’sWave"isagloriousburstofpoetry，modulatedintorefinementbythehandofamaster.
　　Wherewillyoufindanauticalsong，seeminglymorespontaneousinitsgenialoutbreak，reallymorecarefulinitsconstruction，than"Land—ho！"Howfullofthejoyousmadnessofabsoluteindependence，yetmadeharmoniousbyinstinctivegrace，is"LifeintheWest！"
　　Thatthesameheartwhosewildpulseisthrilledbytheadventurousinterestsofthehuntsmanandthewanderer，canbeatinunisonwiththegentlesttruthofdeepdevotion，isshownin"WhenotherFriendsareroundThee.""IlovetheNight"hasthevoluptuouseleganceoftheSpanishmodels.Werewetomeetthelines"Oh，thinkofme！"inananthology，weshouldsupposetheywereSuckling’s——soadmirablyisthetoneoffeelingkeptdowntothelimitofprobablesincerity——whichisacharacteristicthatthecavalierstyleofcourtingneverloses."TheStarofLove"mightstandasaselectedspecimenofallthatismostexquisiteinthesongsofthe"Trouveurs.""TheSeasonsofLove"isacharmingeffusionofgay，yetthoughtfulsentiment.Thesong，"Ineverhavebeenfalsetothee，"is，ofitself，sufficienttoestablishGeneralMorris’sfameasagreatpoet——asa"potensmagisteraffectuum"——andasaliterarycreatorofahighorder.Itisathoroughlyfreshandeffectivepoemonasubjectashackneyedasthehighway;itisasdeepastruthitself，yetlightasthemovementofadance.Wehadalmostforgotten，whattheworldwillneverforget，thematchlesssoftnessandtransparentdelicacyof"NeartheLake."Thoselines，ofthemselves，unconsciously，court"thesoftpromoterofthepoet’sstrain，"andalmostseemabouttobreakintomusic.Itisagreeabletofindthat，insteadofbeingseducedintoafalsestylebytheexcessivepopularitywhichmanyofhissongshaveacquired，GeneralMorris’slatereffortsareinaveinevenmoretrulyclassicthanhisearlierones，andshowadecidedadvance，bothinpowerandease."TheRockofthePilgrims，"andthe"IndianSongs，"areaveryclearevidenceofthis.Wewouldwillinglygoonwithourreferences，asthereareseveralwhichhaveequalclaimswiththeseuponournotice，but——"clauditejamrivos."
　　Sucharesomeofthecompositions，originalinstyle，naturalinspirit，beautifulwiththecharmofalmostfaultlessexecution，whichmaychallengefortheirauthorthetitleofthelauraeteofAmerica
　　Awriterin"Howitt’sandthePeople’sJournal"furnishesthefollowingsketchofGeneralMorrisandhisSongs，whichwascopiedandendorsedbythelateDr.RufusW.Griswold，inhisInternationalMagazine：——
　　"Beforeusliesaheapofsongsandballads，theproductionoftherichfancyandwarmheartofGeorgeP.Morris.Notmanyweekssince，atapublicmeetinginLondon，agentlemanclaimedtobeheardspeakonthegroundofhisconnectionwiththepublicpressfromthetimewhenhewassevenyearsofage.WewillnotundertaketosaythatGeneralMorrisranhisjuvenilefingersoverthechordsofthelyreatsoveryearlyaperiod;butitiscertainhetriedhishandatwritingforthenewspaperswhenhewasyetbutamereboy.Whileinhisteens，hewasaconstantcontributortovariousperiodicals.Manyofhisarticlesattractednotice.Hebegantoacquirealiteraryreputation;andatlength，in1823，beingtheninhistwentiethyear，hebecameeditorofthe’NewYorkMirror.’
　　Thisresponsibleposthecontinuedtoholduntiltheterminationofthepaper’sexistencein1834.
　　"Morrisaccomplishedaninfinityofgoodinthetwentyyearsduringwhichhewieldedtheeditorialpen.PerhapsnoothermanintheUnitedStateswassowellqualifiedforthenobletaskhesethimselfattheoutsetofhiscareeraseditor.Americanliteraturewasinitsinfancy，andsubjecttoalltheweaknessesofthatperiod.
　　Morrisresolvedtodohisutmosttowardformingacharacterforit，andlookedabroadanxiouslyforsuchascouldaidhiminhisendeavor.The’Mirror"willeverbefondlyrememberedbytheAmericanliteraryman，forithasbeenthecradleofAmericangenius.
　　"Tohimawriterin’Graham’sMagazine’attributesthepresentflourishingconditionandbrightprospectsoftransatlanticliterature.
　　HeevidentlypossessesapersonalknowledgeofGeneralMorris，anddiscoursesrighteloquentlyinhispraise.Nordowethinkthatheoverrateshismeritsintheleast.FromothersourceswehaveourselveslearnedmuchofthegenialnatureofGeorgeP.Morris，andhisgiganticlaborsasaliterarypioneer.Consideringitsjuvenilityasanation，republicanAmerica，indeed，hasbeenamazinglyprolificofgoodwriters.ThelargeshareMorrishashadinawakeningthelatenttalentofhiscountrymen，musteverbetohimahighsourceofgratulation.Andthen，asanoriginalwriter，hehaswonforhimselfahighplaceamongliteraryAmericans;heis，infact，knownthroughouttheStatesas’TheSongwriterofAmerica;’
　　andwehavetheauthorityofWillisforstatingthat’ninety—ninepeopleoutofahundred——takethemastheycomeinthecensus——wouldfindmoretoadmireinMorris’sSongsthaninthewritingsofanyotherAmericanpoet.’Willisalsotellsus，asproofoftheGeneral’spopularitywiththoseshrewddollar—lovingmen，thepublishers，that’hecan，atanytime，obtainfiftydollarsforasongunread，whenthewholeremainderoftheAmericanParnassuscouldnotsellonetothesamebuyerforasingleshilling！’Heisthebest—knownpoetofthecountrybyacclamation——notbycriticism.
　　"Morrisseemstohavehadjusternotionsofwhatwasrequiredinasongthanmanywhohaveachievedcelebrityassong—writersinEngland.’Thejustofficeandnotionofthemodernsong’hasbeendefinedtobe，theembodimentandexpressioninbeautyofsomethoughtorsentiment——gay，pensive，moral，orsentimental——whichisasnaturalandappropriateincertaincircumstancesastheodortotheflower.Itsgracefulpurposeistoexhibitanincidentinthesubstanceofanemotion，tocommunicatewisdomintheformofsentiment.Asongshouldbetheembodimentofsomegeneralfeeling，andhavereferencetosomeseasonoroccurrence.
　　"Itisnotadifficultthingtomakewordsrhyme;someofthemostunimaginativeintellectsweeverknewcoulddosowithsurprisingfacility.ItisraretofindasentimentalmissoralackadaisicalmasterwhocannotaccomplishthisINTELLECTUALfeat，withthehelpofWalker’sRhymingDictionary.Asforlove，why，everyonewritesaboutitnow—a—days.ThereissuchanabhorrenceofthesimpleSaxon——suchanoutrageousrunningafteroutlandishphraseology——thatwewonderfolksaresatisfiedwiththisplainterm.
　　"WewondertheydonotseekforanequivalentinhighDutchorinlowDutch，inHungarian，orinHindostanee.Wewishtheywould，withallourheartandsoul.Wehavenoobjection，providedtheheartbetouched，thataheadshouldproducealittleofthestuffcalled’nonsenseverses’——thatthisarticleshouldbecommittedtoscentednote—paper，andcarefullysealedupwithskeweredheartsofamazingcorpulence.Godforbidthatweshouldbethoughtguiltyofasneeratrealaffection！——farfromit;suchevercommandsourreverence.Butwedonotfinditinthenoisytribeofgoslingsgreenwhowouldfainbethoughtofthenightingalespecies.Didthereaderevercontemplateachildengagedintheinterestingoperationofsuckingalollipop？——weassurehimthatthatactwasdictatedbyquiteasmuchoftruesentimentasputsinactionthefingersandwitsofthegeneralityofouryoungamatorypoetasters.
　　"WeknowofnonewhohavewrittenmorecharminglyoflovethanGeorgeP.Morris.WouldtoApollothatourrhymsterswouldcondescendtoreadcarefullyhispoeticaleffusions！Buttheycontainnostrainingaftereffect——noextravagantmetaphors——nodrivelingconceits;andsothereislittlefearoftheirbeingtakenasmodelsbythosegentlemen.Letthereadermarkthesurprisingexcellenceofthelovesongs;theirperfectnaturalness;thequietbeautyofthesimiles;thefineblendingofgracefulthoughtandtenderfeelingwhichcharacterizethem.Morrisis，indeed，thepoetofhomejoys.
　　Nonehavedescribedmoreeloquentlythebeautyanddignityoftrueaffection——ofpassionbaseduponesteem;andhisfameiscertaintoendurewhiletheAnglo—Saxonwomanhasahearthstoneoverwhichtorepeathermostcherishedhouseholdwords.
　　"Seldomhavethebenigneffectsofthepassionbeenmorefelicitouslypaintedthaninthe’SeasonsofLove’;andwhatsimpletendernessiscontainedintheballadof’Wewereboystogether.’Everywordinthatbeautifulmelodycomeshometotheheartofhimwhoseearlydayshavebeenhappy.Godhelpthoseinwhomthispoemawakensnofondremembrances！——thosewhosememoriesitdoesnotgetwanderingupthestreamoflife，towarditssource;beholdingateverystepthesunsmilingmorebrightly，theheavensassumingadeeperhue，thegrassafreshergreen，andtheflowersasweeterperfume.Howwondrousarenotitseffectsuponourselves！Thewrinkleshavedisappearedfromourbrow，andtheyearsfromourshoulder，andthemarksofthebranding—ironofexperiencefromourheart;andagainweareacarelesschild，gatheringprimroses，andchasingbutterflies，anddrinkingspring—waterfromoutthehollowofourhands.Aroundusarethehedges’withgoldengorsebrightblossoming，asnoneblossomnow—a—day.’Wehaveheardofdeath，butweknownotwhatitis;andthewordCHANGEhasnomeaningforus;andsummerandwinter，andseed—timeandharvest，haseachitsunutterablejoys.Alas！wecanneverremainlonginthishappydream—land.Nevertheless，wehaveprofitedgreatlybythejourney.
　　Thecowslipsandvioletsgatheredbyusinchildhood，shallbepotentinthehouroftemptation;andthecapofrusheswovenforusbykindhandsindaysgoneby，shallbeasurerdefencethanahelmetofsteelinthehourofbattle.No，no;wewillneverdisgraceourantecedents.
　　"Thereisonequalityinhissongstowhichwecannotbutdirectattention——andthisistheiralmostfemininepurity.Thepropensitieshavehadtheirlaureates;andgenius，alas！hasoftendefileditsangelwingsbycontactwiththesensualandtheimpure;butMorrishasneverattemptedtorobeviceinbeauty;andashasbeenwellremarked，hislayscanbringtothecheekofpuritynoblushsavethatofpleasure."
　　Thefollowingletter，fromthepenofGraceGreenwood，isalady’stributetothegeniusofthepoet：——
　　"Ihavereadoflate，withrenewedpleasureandhigherappreciation，thesongsandballadsofourgenial—heartedcountryman，Morris.I
　　hadpreviouslyworriedmyselfbyacourseofratherdryreading，andhispoetry，tender，musical，fresh，andnatural，cametomelikespring’sfirstsunshine，thesongofherfirstbirds，thebreathofherfirstviolets.
　　"Whatacontrastisthispleasantvolumetothesoul—racking"Festus，"
　　whichhasbeenoneofmyrecentpassions.Thatremarkableworkhaspassagesofgreatbeautyandpower，linkedinunnaturalmarriagewithmuchthatispoorandweak.Itislikeastatelyruinedpalace，’MinglingitsmarblewiththedustofRome;’
　　oritislikeitsownfabledfirsttemplebuilttoGod，inthenewearth——amultitudeofgems，swallowedbyanearthquake，andscatteredthroughaworldofbasermatter.Thesoulofthereadernowfaintswithexcessofbeauty，nowshuddersattheterribleandtherevolting.theyoungpoet’smuseattimesgoeslikeProserpinetogatherflowers，butstraightwayisseizedbythelordoftheinfernalregions，anddisappearsinflameanddarkness.TheentirevolumeisapoeticalArchipelago——islesoflovelinesssprinklingadeadseaofunprofitablematter.
　　"ItwereabsurdtocomparethelightandgracefulpoemsofMorriswiththework"Festus"——asimpleGrecianarchwithastupendousTurkishmosque——anEtruscanvasewithaGothictower.Yettherearedoubtlessmanywhowillprefertheperfectrealizationofmodestaspirations，togrand，butineffectualgraspingsafterglory’shighestandmostdivineguerdons——aquietwalkwithtruthandnature，toanIcarusflightofmagnificentabsurdities.
　　"Ithasbeensaidthattheauthorof’Longtimeago’hasrungtoomanychangesonthesentimentandpassionofLOVE.Love，theinspirationofthegloriousbardsofold，’Whoplayupontheheartasonaharp，Andmakeoureyesbrightaswespeakofthem;’
　　’loveever—new，everlasting，fresh，andbeautiful，nowaswhenthesilenceofyoungEdenwasthrilled，butscarcebroken，bythevoiceofthefirstlover——ajoyandasourceofjoyforever.’
　　"Iknowitismuchthefashionnow—a—days，toholdinlordlycontemptmanyofthosesweetandholyinfluenceswhichare——
　　’Asangelhands，enclosingours，LeadingusbacktoParadiseanbowers.’
　　"Loveandlibertyarefastbecomingmereabstractionstotheenlightenedapprehensionofsomemodernwisemen.Itissadtoseehowsoonthosewhite—wingedvisitorssoiltheirplumageandchangetheirverynaturebyameredescentintothephilosophicatmosphereofsuchmind.OneisremindedofthewordsofSwedenborg——’Isawagreattruthletdownfromheavenintohell，anditTHEREBECAME
　　ALIE.’
　　"Thiscynicalobjectiontothelaysofourminstrel，surelynevercouldhaveemanatedfromtheheartofWOMAN.SHEiseverloyaltolove——thattenderandyearningprincipleinthebosomoftheFather，fromwhichandbywhichthefemininenaturewascreated.
　　"ThepoemsofMorrisareindeedlikethoseflowersofold，bornoftheblood—dropswhichoozedfromthewoundedfootofthequeenoflove——blushingcrimsontotheveryheart;yetthereisnot，tomyknowledge，inthewholerangeofEnglishliterature，solargeacollectionofamatorysongsinwhichsensualismandvoluptuousnessfindnovoice.Theselayscanbringtothecheekofpuritynoblush，savethatofpleasure——themothermaysingthemtoherchild，thebridetoheryounghusband.
　　"’Festus’hasaneloquentreplytosuchasholdloveathemeunworthythetruebard：——
　　’Poetsareallwholove——whofeelgreattruths，Andtellthem;andthetruthoftruthsisLOVE.’
　　"ThemuseofMorriswasPoesy’sown’summerchild.’Hope，love，andhappiness，sunny—wingedfanciesandgolden—huedimaginings，havenestedinhisheartlikebirds.
　　"Hisversedoesnotcauseonetotrembleandturnpale——itcharmsandrefreshes.Itdoesnot’possesuslikeapassion’——itstealsuponuslikeaspell.Itdoesnotstormtheheartlikeanarmedhost——itislikethevisitationofgentlespirits，’Comingandgoingwithamusicallightness.’
　　Itisnotaturbulentmountain—torrent，hurlingitselfdownrockyplaces——itisasilverstream，glidingthroughquietvalleys，inwhosewavesthesweetstarsaremirrored，onwhosebosomthewater—liliessleep.
　　"Nowandthentherestealsinastrainofsadness，liketheplaintofabereavedbirdinagardenofroses;butitisatender，notanOPPRESIVEsadness，andweknowthattherainbowbeautyoftheversecouldonlybeborninthewedlockofsmilesandtears.Inaword，hislaysarenot’nightandstormanddarkness’——theyaremorningandmusicandsunshine.
　　"ItwereidleatthistimetoquoteorcommentuponallthosesongsofMorrisbestknownandoftenestsung.Itwouldbeintroducingtomyreadersoldfriendswhotooklodgingsintheirmemories’longtimeago.’Inreferencetothem，Iwouldonlyremarktheirpeculiaradaptednesstopopulartaste，thekeendiscrimination，thenicetact，or，touseoneofSirJamesMackintosh’shappyexpressions，the’FEELosophy’withwhichthepoethasinterlacedthemwiththeheart—stringsofanation.
　　"’ARockintheWilderness’isanodethatanypoetmightbeproudtoown.ItismuchinthestyleofCampbell——chaste，devotional，’beautifulexceedingly.’Iknownothingofthekindmoremusicallysweetthantheserenade’’Tisnowthepromisedhour’——thefirstlineinespecial——
　　’Thefountainsserenadetheflowers，Upontheirsilverlute——
　　Andnestledintheirleafybowers，Theforestbirdsaremute.’
　　"Manyanabsentlovermusthaveblessedourlyristforgivingvoicetohisownyearningaffection，halfsadwiththatdelicatejealousywhichisnowrongtothelovedone，inthesong’Whenotherfriendsareroundthee.’
　　"’TheBacchanal’——ifourlanguageboastsalovelierballadthanthis，ithasnevermetmyeye.Thestoryofthewinning，thebetrayingandthebreakingofawoman’sheart，wasnevertoldmoretouchingly.
　　’TheDismissed’isinapeculiarveinofrichandquiethumor.I
　　wouldcommendittotheentireclassofrejectedloversascontainingthetruestphilosophy.’Linesafterthemanneroftheoldentime’remindoneofSirJohnSuckling.Theyare’sunnedo’erwithlove’——theirsubject，bytheway.’Ineverhavebeenfalsetothee’wasanemanationfromtheFEMININEnatureoftheminstrelalone.Whodoesnotbelievethepoetgiftedwithdualityofsoul？
　　’Thinkofme，myownbeloved，’and’Rosabel，’arethethrobbingsofalover’sbreast，settomusic;and’Onebalmysummernight，Mary，’’Theheartthatownsthytyrantsway，’and’WhenIwasinmyteens，’thedistillationofthesubtlestsweetslodgedintheinnermostcellsofallflowersdedicatedtolove.
　　"Icomenowtomyfavorite，’WhereHudson’swave;’apoemwhichIneverreadbutthatitglowsuponmylipandheart，andleavestheairofmythoughtstremulouswithmusicalvibrations.Whatadeliciousgushofparentalfeeling！Howdaintilyanddelicatelymovethe’fitlychosewords，’trippingalonglikesilversandaledfairies.
　　"’Land—Ho！’andthe’WesternRefrain’thrillonegloriously.’TheCottager’sWelcome’wouldofitselfcarrythepoet’snametothenextage，andthe’CrotonOde’keephisbaysgreenwithaperpetualbaptism.Thelast—mentionedisfreshandsparklingasitssubject，anddisplaysmuchoftheimaginativefaculty.
　　"’Oh，amerrylifedoesthehunterlead，’rolledupthetenthwaveofMorris—ianpopularityattheWest.Itstirsthehunter’sheartlikeabugleblast——itringsoutclearasarifle—crackonahuntingmorning.
　　"GeneralMorrishasrecentlypublishedsomesongs，whichhaveallthegrace，melody，andtouchingsweetnessofhisearlierlays.Butasthesehavebeenartisticallysettomusic，andareyetinthefirstseasonofpopularity——arelyingonthepianosand’rollingoverthebrightlip’ofallsong—dom，theycallfornofurthermentionhere.
　　"IthinkIcannotbetterclosethissomewhatbrokenandimperfectnotice，thanbyreferringtooneoftheearliersongsofMorris，which，morethanallothers，perhaps，hasendearedhimtohisnativeland.’Homefromtravel’isasimple，hearty，manlyembodimentofthetruespiritofpatriotism，asentimentwhichthrobslikeastrongpulsebeneathourpoet’slightandgracefulverse，andneedsbuttheinspirationof’stirringtimes’toprompttodeedsofheroicvalor，likethelaysoftheancientbards，orthe’Chansons’ofBeranger."
　　ThebiographyofMorriswouldnotbecompletewithoutawordfromWillis.Wehaveadashofhispencilinthefollowinglettertotheeditorof"Graham’sMagazine"：——
　　"MyDearSir：ToaskmeformyideaofGeneralMorris，islikeaskingthelefthand’sopinionofthedexterityoftheright.Ihavelivedsolongwiththe’Brigadier’——knowhimsointimately——workedsoconstantlyatthesamerope，andthoughtsolittleofeverseparatingfromhim（exceptbyprecedenceofferriageovertheStyx），thatitishardtoshovehimfrommetotheperspectivedistance——hardtoshutmyownpartialeyes，andlookathimthroughotherpeople’s.Iwilltry，however;and，asitisdonewithbutonefootofffromthetreadmillofmyceaselessvocation，youwillexcusebothabruptnessandbrevity.
　　"Morrisisthebest—knownpoetofthecountry，byacclamation，notbycriticism.Heisjustwhatpoetswouldbeiftheysang，likebirds，withoutcriticism;anditisapeculiarityofhisfame，thatitseemsasregardlessofcriticism，asabirdintheair.Nothingcanstopasongofhis.Itisveryeasytosaythattheyareeasytodo.Theyhaveamomentum，somehow，thatitisdifficultforotherstogive，andthatspeedsthemtothefargoalofpopularity——thebestproofconsistinginthefactthathecan，atanymoment，getfiftydollarsforasongunread，whenthewholeremainderoftheAmericanParnassuscouldnotsellonetothesamebuyerforashilling.
　　"Itmay，ormaynot，beonesecretofhispopularity，butitisthetruth——thatMorris’sheartisatthelevelofmostotherpeople’s，andhispoetryflowsoutbythatdoor.Hestandsbreast—highinthecommonstreamofsympathy，andthefineoilofhispoeticfeelinggoesfromhimuponanelementitisitsnaturetofloatupon，andwhichcarriesitsafetootherbosoms，withlittleneedofdeepdivingorhighflying.Hissentimentsaresimple，honest，truthful，andfamiliar;hislanguageispureandeminentlymusical，andheisprodigallyfullofthepoetryofevery—dayfeeling.Thesearedayswhenpoetstryexperiments;andwhileotherssucceedbytakingtheworld’sbreathawaywithflightsandplunges，Morrisuseshisfeettowalkquietlywithnature.Ninety—ninepeopleinahundred，takenastheycomeinthecensus，wouldfindmoretoadmireinMorris’ssongs，thaninthewritingsofanyotherAmericanpoet;
　　andthatisaparishinthepoeticalepiscopate，wellworthyawiseman’snurtureandprizing.
　　"Asfortheman——Morris，myfriend——Icanhardlyventureto’burnincenseonhismoustache，’astheFrenchsay——writehispraisesunderhisverynose——butasfaroffasPhiladelphia，youmaypaythepropertributetohisloyalnatureandmanlyexcellencies.
　　Hispersonalqualitieshavemadehimuniversallypopular;butthisoverflowupontheworlddoesnotimpoverishhimforhisfriends.I
　　haveoutlinedatruepoet，andafinefellow——fillupthepicturetoyourliking.Yours，verytruly，"N.P.Willis."
　　In1825，GeneralMorriswrotethedramaof"Briercliff，"aplay，infiveacts，foundeduponeventsoftheAmericanRevolution.Itwasperformedfortynightsinsuccession;andthemanagerpaidhimforit$3，500——asolidproofofitsattractivepopularity.Ithasneverbeenpublished.Prior，andsubsequenttothisperiod，hispenwasactivelyengageduponvariousliteraryanddramaticworks.
　　Hewroteanumberofthe"WelcomestoLafayette，"andsongsandballads，whichwereuniversallypopular，besidesmanyprologuesandaddresses.
　　In1842，hewroteanoperaforMr.C.E.Horn，calledthe"MaidofSaxony，"whichwasperformedfourteennights，withgreatsuccess，attheParkTheatre.Thepressofthecity，generally，awardedtothisoperathehighestcommendation.
　　FromtheperiodwhenGeneralMorriscommencedhiscareerasawriter，hispenhasbeenconstantlyemployedinwritingpoems，songs，ballads，andprosesketches.
　　In1840，theAppletonspublishedaneditionofhispoems，beautifullyillustratedbyWeir&Chapman;in1842，Paine&Burgesspublishedhissongsandballads;andin1853，Scribner’sedition，illustratedbyWeirandDarley，appeared.Thislastbeautifulworkhashadanimmensesale.
　　Theywerehighlycommendedbythepressthroughoutthecountry，andtheseandothereditionshavehadlargesales.Aportionofhisprosewritings，underthetitleof"TheLittleFrenchmanandhisWater—Lots，"werepublishedbyLea&Blanchard，whicheditionhasbeenfollowedbyothers，enlargedbytheauthor.
　　GeneralMorrishaseditedanumberofworks;amongthemarethe"AtlanticClubBook，"publishedbytheHarpers;"TheSong—WritersofAmerica，"byLinen&Ferin;"NationalMelodies，"byHorn&Davis;
　　and，inconnectionwithMr.Willis，"TheProseandPoetryofEuropeandAmerica，"astandardworkofgreatvalue.
　　In1844，inconnectionwithMr.Willis，heestablishedabeautifulweeklypaper，calledthe"NewMirror，"which，inconsequenceofthecoverandengravings，wastaxedbythepost—officedepartmentapostageequaltothesubscriptionprice;andnotbeingabletoobtainajustreductionfromMr.Wickliffe，thenpost—master—general，theproprietorsdiscontinueditspublication，afterayearandahalf，notwithstandingithadattainedacirculationoftenthousandcopies.
　　Thedaily"EveningMirror"wasnextcommenced，andcontinuedforoneyearbyMorris&Willis.
　　Afewmonthsafterwithdrawingfromthe"EveningMirror，"GeneralMorrisbeganthepublicationofthe"NationalPressandHomeJournal;"butasmanymistookitsobjectfromitsname，thefirstpartofitstitlewasdiscontinued;andinNovember，1846（Mr.
　　Willishavingagainjoinedhisoldfriendandassociate），appearedthefirstnumberofthe"HomeJournal，"aweeklypaper，publishedinNewYorkeverySaturday，whichiseditedwithtaste，spirit，andability，andwhichhasacirculationofmanythousandcopies.
　　GeneralMorrisisstillintheprimeandvigoroflife，anditisnotunlikelythatthepublicwillyethavemuchtoadmirefromhispen，andwhichwill，withoutdoubt，placehimstillhigherinthenicheoffame.HisresidenceischieflyatUndercliff，hiscountryseat，onthebanksoftheHudson，nearColdSpring，surroundedbythemostlovelyandbeautifulsceneryinnature，whichcannotfailtokeepthemusealivewithinhim，andtunetheminstreltofurtherandstillhigherefforts.
　　Althoughhepossessesabilitieswhicheminentlyqualifyhimforpublicstation，hisliterarytasteandhabitshave，inspiteofthestrenuoussolicitationsofhisfriends，ledhimtoprefertheretirementofprivatelife.This，however，doesnotpreventhistakinganactiveinterestinallquestionsofpublicgood;andthecityofNewYorkisgreatlyindebtedtohisvigorousaidformanyofhermostbeautifulandpermanentimprovements.
　　Wecannotclosethissketchwithoutadvertingtothefollowingincident，whichoccurredintheBritishHouseofCommons：——
　　"Mr.Cagley，amemberfromYorkshire，"saysthe"LondonTimes，"
　　"Concludedalongspeechinfavorofprotection，byquotingtheballadof’Woodman，sparethattree’（whichwasreceivedwithapplauseofthewholehouse），the’tree’accordingtoMr.Cagley，beingthe’Constitution，’andSirRobertPeelthe’woodman，’abouttocutitdown."
　　Whatpoetcoulddesireamoregratifyingcomplimenttohisgenius？
　　PoemsandBallads.
　　Poems.
　　TheDesertedBride.[SeeNotes]
　　Suggestedbyasceneintheplayofthehunchback.
　　InscribedtoJamesSheridanKnowles.
　　"Loveme！——No.——Heneverlovedme！"
　　Elsehe’dsoonerdiethanstainOnesofondashehasprovedmeWiththehollowworld’sdisdain.
　　Falseone，go——mydoomisspoken，Andthespellthatboundmebroken.
　　Wedhim！——Never.——Hehaslostme！——
　　Tears！——Well，letthemflow！——Hisbride？
　　No.——Thestrugglelifemaycostme！
　　Buthe’llfindthatIhavepride！
　　Loveisnotanidleflower，Bloomsanddiestheself—samehour.
　　Title，land，andbroaddominion，Withhimselftomehegave;
　　Stoopedtoearthhisspirit’spinion，Andbecamemywillingslave！
　　Kneltandprayeduntilhewonme——
　　Lookshecoldlyuponme？
　　Ingrate！——NeversurewasmaidenDeeplywrongedasI.WithgriefMytruebreastisoverladen——
　　Tearsaffordmenorelief——
　　Everynerveisstrainedandaching，Andmyveryheartisbreaking！
　　LoveIhim？——Thusscornedandslighted——
　　Thrown，likeworthlessweed，apart——
　　Hopesandfeelingssearedandblighted——
　　Lovehim？——Yes，withallmyheart！
　　Withapassionsuperhuman——
　　Constancy，"thynameiswoman."
　　Love，nortime，normood，canfashion——
　　Love？——Idolatry’sthewordTospeakthebroadest，deepestpassion，Everwoman’shearthathstirred！
　　Vaintostillthemind’sdesires，Whichconsumelikehiddenfires！
　　Wreckedandwretched，lostandlonely，Crushedbygrief’soppressiveweightWithaprayerforCliffordonly，Iresignmetomyfate.
　　ChainsthatbindthesoulI’veprovenStrongastheywereironwoven.
　　DeepthewothatfastissendingFrommycheekitshealthfulbloom;
　　SadmythoughtsaswillowsbendingO’erthebordersofthetomb！
　　WithoutClifford，notablessingIntheworldisworthpossessing.
　　Wealth！——astrawwithinthebalanceOpposedtolove，’twillstrikethebeam：
　　Kindred，friendship，beauty，talents？——
　　Alltoloveasnothingseem;
　　Weighloveagainstallelsetogether，Andsolidgoldagainstafeather.
　　Hopeisflown——awaydisguisesNaughtbutdeathreliefcangive——
　　ForthelovehelittleprizesCannotcease，andJulialive！
　　Soonmythreadoflifewillsever——
　　Clifford，faretheewell——forever！
　　TheMain—Truck;Or，ALeapforLifeANauticalBallad.
　　[Foundeduponawell—knowntalefromthepenofthelateWilliamLeggett，Esq.]
　　OldIronsidesatanchorlay，IntheharborofMahon;
　　Adeadcalmrestedonthebay——
　　Thewavestosleephadgone;
　　WhenlittleJack，thecaptain’sson，Withgallanthardihood，Climbedshroudandspar——andthenuponThemain—truckroseandstood！
　　Ashudderranthrougheveryvein——
　　Alleyeswereturnedonhigh！
　　Therestoodtheboy，withdizzybrain，Betweentheseaandsky！
　　Noholdhadheabove——below，Alonehestoodinair！
　　Atthatfarheightnonedaredtogo——
　　Noaidcouldreachhimthere.
　　Wegazed——butnotamancouldspeak！——
　　WithhorrorallaghastIngroups，withpallidbrowandcheek，Wewatchedthequiveringmast.
　　Theatmospheregrewthickandhot，Andofaluridhue，As，riveteduntothespot，Stoodofficersandcrew.
　　Thefathercameondeck——Hegasped，"O，God，Thywillbedone！"
　　Thensuddenlyariflegrasped，Andaimeditathisson！
　　"Jumpfarout，boy！intothewave！
　　Jump，orIfire！"hesaid：
　　"Thatonlychanceyourlifecansave！
　　Jump——jump，boy！"——Heobeyed.
　　Hesank——herose——helived——hemoved——
　　Hefortheshipstruckout！
　　OnboardwehailedtheladbelovedWithmanyamanlyshout.
　　Hisfatherdrew，insilentjoy，Thosewetarmsroundhisneck，ThenfoldedtohishearttheboyAndfaintedonthedeck！
　　Poetry.
　　Tometheworld’sanopenbookOfsweetandpleasantpoetry;
　　IreaditintherunningbrookThatsingsitswaytowardthesea.
　　Itwhispersintheleavesoftrees，Theswellinggrain，thewavinggrass，Andinthecool，fresheveningbreezeThatcrispsthewaveletsastheypass.
　　Theflowersbelow，thestarsabove，Inalltheirbloomandbrightnessgiven，Are，liketheattributesoflove，Thepoetryofearthandheaven.
　　ThusNature’svolume，readaright，Attunesthesoultominstrelsy，Tinginglife’scloudswithrosylight，Andalltheworldwithpoetry.
　　TheCrotonOde.[SeeNotes]
　　WrittenattherequestofthecorporationofthecityofNewYork.
　　Gushingfromthislivingfountain，Musicpoursafallingstrain，AsthegoddessofthemountainComeswithallhersparklingtrain.
　　Fromhergrotto—springsadvancing，Glitteringinherfeatheryspray，Woodlandfaysbesideherdancing，Shepursuesherwindingway.
　　Gentlyo’ertheripplingwater，Inhercoral—shallopbright，Glidestherock—king’sdove—eyeddaughter，Deckedinrobesofvirginwhite.
　　Nymphsandnaiads，sweetlysmiling，Urgeherbarkwithpearlyhand，MerrilythesylphbeguilingFromthenooksoffairy—land.
　　Swimmingonthesnow—curledbillow，Seetheriver—spiritsfairLaytheircheeks，asonapillow，Withthefoam—beadsintheirhair.
　　Thusattended，hitherwending，Floatsthelovelyoreadnow，Eden’sarchofpromisebendingOverhertranslucentbrow.
　　Hailthewandererfromafarland！
　　Bindherflowingtressesup！
　　Crownherwithafadelessgarland，Andwithcrystalbrimthecup.
　　Fromherhauntsofdeepseclusion，Letintemperancegreethertoo，AndtheheatofhisdelusionSprinklewiththismountain—dew.
　　Waterleapsasifdelighted，Whileherconqueredfoesretire！
　　PaleContagionfliesaffrightedWiththebaffleddemonFire！
　　Safetydwellsinherdominions，HealthandBeautywithhermove，AndentwinetheircirclingpinionsInasisterhoodoflove.
　　Watershoutsagladhosanna！
　　Bubblesuptheearthtobless！
　　CheersitlikethepreciousmannaInthebarrenwilderness.
　　Herewewonderinggaze，assembledLikethegratefulHebrewband，Whenthehiddenfountaintrembled，Andobeyedtheprophet’swand.
　　Roundtheaqueductsofstory，AsthemistsofLethethrong，Croton’swavesinalltheirgloryTroopinmelodyalong.
　　Eversparkling，bright，andsingle，Willthisrock—ribbedstreamappear，WhenposterityshallmingleLikethegatheredwatershere.
　　FragmentofanIndianPoem.
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　　Theycome！——Befirm——insilencerally！
　　Thelong—knivesourretreathavefound！
　　Hark！——theirtrampisinthevalley，Andtheyhemtheforestround！
　　Theburdenedboughswithpalescoutsquiver，Theechoinghillstumultuousring，WhileacrosstheeddyingriverTheirbarks，likefoamingwar—steeds，spring！
　　Theblood—houndsdarkenlandandwater;
　　Theycome——likebuffaloesforslaughter！
　　Seetheirglitteringranksadvancing，SeeuponthefreewindsdancingPennonproudandgaudyplume.
　　Thestrangerscomeinevilhour，Inpomp，andpanoply，andpower！
　　But，whileuponourtribestheylower，ThinktheyourmanlyheartswillcowerTomeetawarrior’sdoom？
　　Righttheyforgetwhilestrengththeyfeel;
　　Ourveinstheydrain，ourlandtheysteal;
　　AndshouldthevanquishedIndiankneel，Theyspurnhimfromtheirsight！
　　BesetforeverindisgraceThegloryofthered—man’srace，Iffromthefoeweturnourface，Orsafetyseekinflight！
　　Theycome——Up，anduponthembraves！
　　Fightforyouraltersandyourgraves！
　　Drivebackthestern，invadingslaves，Infighttillnowvictorious！
　　Likelightningfromstorm—cloudsonhigh，Thehurtling，death—wingedarrowsfly，Andwind—rowsofpalewarriorsdie！——
　　Oh！neverwasthesun’sbrighteyeLookedfromhishill—topsintheskyUponafieldsoglorious！
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　　They’regone——againthered—menrally;
　　Withdanceandsongthewoodsresound：
　　Thehatchet’sburiedinthevalley;
　　Nofoeprofanesourhunting—ground！
　　Thegreenleavesontheblitheboughsquiver，Theverdanthillswithsong—birdsring，Whileourbark—canoestheriverSkimlikeswallowsonthewing.
　　Mirthpervadesthelandandwater，Freefromfamine，sword，andslaughter.
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　　Letus，bythisgentleriver，Blunttheaxeandbreakthequiver，While，asleavesuponthespray，Peacefulflowourcaresaway.
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　　Yet，alas！thehourisbriefLeftforeitherjoyorgrief！
　　AllonearththatweinheritFromthehandsoftheGreatSpirit——
　　Wigwam，hill，plain，lake，andfield——
　　Tothewhite—manmustweyield;
　　For，likesun—downonthewaves，Wearesinkingtoourgraves！
　　FromthiswildernessofwoLikethecaravanwego，LeavingallourgrovesandstreamsForthefar—offlandofdreams.
　　Thereareprairieswavinghigh，Boundlessasthesheetedsky，Whereourfathers’spiritsroam，Andthered—manhasahome.
　　Lettraditiontellourstory.
　　Aswefadeincloudlessglory，AsweseekthelandofrestBeyondthebordersofthewest，Noeyebutoursmaylookupon——
　　WEARETHECHILDRENOFTHESUN.
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　　Land—Ho！
　　UP，UPWITHTHESIGNAL！——Thelandisinsight！
　　We’llbehappy，ifneveragain，boys，to—night！
　　Thecoldcheerlessoceaninsafetywe’vepassed，Andthewarmgenialearthgladsourvisionatlast.
　　Inthelandofthestrangertrueheartsweshallfind，Tosootheusinabsenceofthoseleftbehind.
　　Land！——land—ho！——Allheartsglowwithjoyatthesight！
　　We’llbehappy，ifneveragain，boys，to—night！
　　THESIGNALISWAVING！——Tillmornwe’llremain，Thenpartinthehopetomeetonedayagain！
　　Roundthehearth—stoneofhomeinthelandofourbirth，Theholiestspotonthefaceoftheearth！
　　Dearcountry！ourthoughtsareasconstanttotheeAsthesteeltothestar，orthestreamtothesea.
　　Ho！——land—ho！——Wenearit！——Weboundatthesight！
　　Thenbehappy，ifneveragain，boys，to—night！
　　THESIGNALISANSWERED！——Thefoam—sparklesriseLiketearsfromthefountainofjoytotheeyes！
　　Mayrain—dropsthatfallfromthestorm—cloudsofcare，Meltawayinthesun—beamingsmilesofthefair！
　　Onehealth，aschimegailythenauticalbells：
　　Towoman——Godblessher！——wherevershedwells！
　　THEPILOT’SONBOARD！——thankheaven，all’sright！
　　Sobehappy，ifneveragain，boys，to—night！
　　Woodman，SparethatTree！[SeeNotes]
　　Woodman，sparethattree！
　　Touchnotasinglebough！
　　Inyouthitshelteredme，AndI’llprotectitnow.
　　’Twasmyforefather’shandThatplaceditnearhiscot;
　　There，woodman，letitstand，Thyaxeshallharmitnot.
　　Thatoldfamiliartree，WhosegloryandrenownArespreado’erlandandsea——
　　Andwouldstthouhewitdown？
　　Woodman，forebearthystroke！
　　Cutnotitsearth—boundties;
　　Oh，sparethatagedoak，Nowtoweringtotheskies！
　　Whenbutanidleboy，Isoughtitsgratefulshade;
　　InalltheirgushingjoyHere，too，mysistersplayed.
　　Mymotherkissedmehere;
　　Myfatherpressedmyhand——
　　Forgivethisfoolishtear，Butletthatoldoakstand.
　　Myheart—stringsroundtheecling，Closeasthybark，oldfriend！
　　Hereshallthewild—birdsing，Andstillthybranchesbend.
　　Oldtree！thestormstillbrave！
　　And，woodman，leavethespot;
　　WhileI’veahandtosave，thyaxeshallharmitnot.
　　TheCottager’sWelcome.
　　HardbyI’veacottagethatstandsnearthewood——
　　Astreamglidesinpeaceatthedoor——
　　Whereallwhowilltarry，’tiswellunderstood，Receivehospitality’sstore.
　　Tocheerthatthebrookandthethicketafford，Thestrangerweeverinvite：
　　You’rewelcometofreelypartakeattheboard，Andafterwardsrestforthenight.
　　Thebirdsinthemorningwillsingfromthetrees，Andheraldtheyounggodofday;
　　Then，withhimuprising，departifyouplease——
　　We’llsetyourefreshedontheway：
　　You’recoinforourservicewesternlyreject;
　　Notrafficforgainwepursue，AndalltherewardthatwewishorexpectWetakeinthegoodthatwedo.
　　Mankindareallpilgrimsonlife’swearyroad，AndmanywouldwanderastrayInseekingEternity’ssilentabode，DidMercynotpointouttheway！
　　IfallwouldtheirdutydischargeastheyshouldTothosewhoarefriendlessandpoor，Theworldwouldresemblemycotnearthewood，Andlifethesweetstreamatmydoor.
　　TheLandofWashington.
　　IgloryinthesagesWho，inthedaysofyore，Incombatmetthefoemen，Anddrovethemfromourshore.
　　Whoflungourbanner’sstarryfieldIntriumphtothebreeze，AndspreadbroadmapsofcitieswhereOncewavedtheforest—trees.
　　——Hurrah！——
　　IgloryinthespiritWhichgoadedthemtoriseAndfoundamightnationBeneaththewesternskies.
　　NoclimesobrightandbeautifulAsthatwheresetsthesun;
　　Nolandsofertile，fair，andfree，AsthatofWashington——Hurrah！——
　　TheFlagofourUnion.
　　"Asongforourbanner？"——ThewatchwordrecallWhichgavetheRepublicherstation：
　　"Unitedwestand——dividedwefall！"——
　　Itmadeandpreservesusanation！
　　Theunionoflakes——theunionoflands——
　　TheunionofStatesnonecansever——
　　Theunionofhearts——theunionofhands——
　　AndtheFlagoftheUnionforeverAndever！
　　TheFlagofourUnionforever！
　　WhatGodinhismercyandwisdomdesigned，Andarmedwithhisweaponsofthunder，Notalltheearth’sdespotsandfactionscombinedHavethepowertoconquerorsunder！
　　Theunionoflakes——theunionoflands——
　　Theunionofstatesnonecansever——
　　Theunionofhearts——theunionofhands——
　　AndtheFlagoftheUnionforeverAndever！
　　TheFlagofourUnionforever！
　　Oh，keepthatflagflying！——Theprideofthevan！
　　Toallothernationsdisplayit！
　　Theladiesforunionarealltoa——MAN！
　　Butnottothemanwho’dbetrayit.
　　Thentheunionoflakes——theunionoflands——
　　Theunionofstatesnonecansever——
　　Theunionofhearts——theunionofhands——
　　AndtheFlagoftheUnionforeverAndever！
　　TheFlagofourUnionforever！
　　LinesAftertheManneroftheOldenTime.
　　OLove！themischiefthouhastdone！
　　Thougodofpleasureandofpain！——
　　Nonecanescapethee——yesthere’sone——
　　Allothersfindtheeffortvain：
　　Thoucauseofallmysmilesandtears！
　　Thoublightandbloomofallmyyears！
　　Lovebatheshiminthemorningdews，Reclineshiminthelilybells，Reposesintherainbowhues，Andsparklesinthecrystalwells，Orhieshimtothecoral—caves，Wheresea—nymphssportbeneaththewaves.
　　Lovevibratesinthewind—harp’stune——
　　Withfaysandoreadslingershe——
　　Gleamsinth’ringofthewaterymoon，Ortreadsthepebblesofthesea.
　　Loverules"thecourt，thecamp，thegrove"——
　　Oh，everywherewemeetthee，Love！
　　Andeverywherehewelcomefinds，Fromcottage—doortopalace—porch——
　　Loveentersfreeasspicywinds，Withpurplewingsandlightedtorch，Withtrippingfeetandsilverytongue，Andbowanddartsbehindhimslung.
　　Hetinklesintheshepherd’sbellThevillagemaidenleanstohear——
　　Bylatticehighheweaveshisspell，Forladyfairandcavalier：
　　Likesun—burstsonthemountainsnow，Love’sgenialwarmthmeltshighandlow.
　　Thenwhy，yenymphsArcadian，why——
　　SinceLoveisgeneralastheair——
　　WhydoeshenottoLeliafly，Andsoftentheobduratefair？
　　Scornnervesherproud，disdainfulheart！
　　ShescoffsatLoveandallhisart！
　　Oh，boy—god，Love！——Anarcherthou！——
　　ThyutmostskillIfainwouldtest;
　　OnearrowaimatLelianow，Andletthytargetbeherbreast！
　　Herheartbindinthycaptivetrain，Orgivemebackmyownagain！
　　TheDreamofLove.
　　I’vehadtheheart—achemanytimes，AtthemerementionofanameI’veneverwoveninmyrhymes，Thoughfromitinspirationcame.
　　Itisintruthaholything，Life—cherishedfromtheworldapart——
　　Adovethatnevertriesitswing，Butbroodsandnestlesintheheart.
　　ThatnameofmelodyrecallsHergentlelookandwinningwaysWhoseportraithangsonmemory’swalls，Inthefondlightofotherdays.
　　Inthedream—landofPoetry，Reclininginitsleafybowers，HerbrighteyesinthestarsIsee，Andhersweetsemblanceintheflowers.
　　Herartlessdallianceandgrace——
　　Thejoythatlightedupherbrow——
　　Thesweetexpressionofherface——
　　Herform——itstandsbeforemenow！
　　AndIcanfancythatIhearThewoodlandsongssheusedtosing，Whichstoletomyattendingear，Likethefirstharbingersofspring.
　　Thebeautyoftheearthwashers，Andhersthepurityofheaven;
　　Alone，ofallherworshippers，Tomehermaidenvowsweregiven.
　　Theylittleknowthehumanheart，Whothinksuchlovewithtimeexpires;
　　Oncekindled，itwillne’erdepart，Butburnthroughlifewithallitsfires.
　　Weparted——doomednomoretomeet——
　　Theblowfellwithastunningpower——
　　AndyetmypulsewillstrangelybeatAttheremembranceofthathour！
　　Buttimeandchangetheirhealingbrought，Andyearshavepassedinseemingglee，ButstillaloneofherI’vethoughtWho’snowamemorytome.
　　TheremaybemanywhowilldeemThisstrainawayward，youthfulfolly，TobederidedasadreamBornofthepoet’smelancholy.
　　Thewealthofworlds，ifitweremine，Withallthatfollowsinitstrain，Iwouldwithgratituderesign，Todreamthatdreamofloveagain.
　　I’mWithYouOnceAgain.
　　I’mwithyouonceagain，myfriends，Nomoremyfootstepsroam;
　　Whereitbeganmyjourneyends，Amidthescenesofhome.
　　Nootherclimehasskiessoblue，Orstreamssobroadandclear，AndwhereareheartssowarmandtrueAsthosethatmeetmehere？
　　Sincelastwithspirits，wildandfree，Ipressedmynativestrand，I’vewanderedmanymilesatsea，Andmanymilesonland.
　　I’veseenfairrealmsoftheearthByrudecommotiontorn，WhichtaughtmehowtoprizetheworthOfthatwhereIwasborn.
　　Inothercountries，whenIheardThelanguageofmyown，HowfondlyeachfamiliarwordAwokeanansweringtone！
　　ButwhenourwoodlandsongsweresungUponaforeignmart，ThevowsthatfalteredonthetongueWithrapturethrilledtheheart！
　　Mynativeland，Iturntoyou，Withblessingandwithprayer，Wheremanisbraveandwomantrue，Andfreeasmountainair.
　　LongmayourflagintriumphwaveAgainsttheworldcombined，Andfriendsawelcome——foesagrave，Withinourbordersfind.
　　Oh，WouldthatShewereHere！
　　Oh，wouldthatshewerehere，Thesehillsanddalesamong，WherevocalgrovesaregaylymockedByEcho’sairytongue：
　　WherejocundnaturesmilesInallherboonattire，Androamsthedeeply—tangledwildsOfhawthornandsweet—brier.
　　Oh，wouldthatshewerehere——
　　ThegentlemaidIsing，WhosevoiceischeerfulasthesongsOfforest—birdsinspring！
　　Oh，wouldthatshewerehere，Wherethefreewatersleap，ShoutinginsportivejoyousnessAdowntherockysteep：
　　WherezephyrscrispandcoolThefountainsastheyplay，Withhealthupontheirwingsoflight，Andgladnessontheirway.
　　Oh，wouldthatshewerehere，Withthesebalm—breathingtrees，Thesylvandaughtersofthesun，Therain—cloud，andthebreeze！
　　Oh，wouldthatshewerehere，Whereglidetherosyhours，Murm’ringthedrowsyhumofbees，Andfragrantwiththeflowers：
　　WhereHeaven’sredeemingloveSpansearthinMercy’sbow——
　　ThepromiseoftheworldaboveUntotheworldbelow.
　　Oh，wouldthatshewerehere，Amidtheseshadesserene——
　　Oh，forthespellofwoman’slove，Toconsecratethescene！
　　TheSwordandtheStaffTheswordofthehero！
　　Thestaffofthesage！
　　WhosevalorandwisdomArestampedontheage！
　　Time—hallowedmementosOfthosewhohaverivenThesceptrefromtyrants，"Thelightningfromheaven！"
　　Thisweapon，OFreedom！
　　Wasdrawnbytheson，AnditneverwassheathedTillthebattlewaswon！
　　NostainofdishonorUponitwesee！
　　’Twasneversurrendered——
　　Excepttothefree！
　　WhileFameclaimstheheroAndpatriotsage，TheirnamestoemblazonOnHistory’spage，NoholierrelicsWilllibertyhoardThanFRANKLIN’sstaff，guardedByWASHINGTON’ssword.