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WHETHER he should base his opinions upon those of the people, or look to the Reviews, or, more wisely, to the genius of the author as evinced in his works, still the critic would find no dearth of material in inditing an account of Bryant, the poet. Of Bryant, the man, but little, comparatively, is known. He is the son of Dr. Peter Bryant of Cummington, Massachusetts, where he was born on the third of November, 1794. He is now, consequently, in his forty-seventh year. His rhyming inclinations were manifested at an early period. He was but ten, according to one authority, — but nine according to another, — when some verses, composed by him as a school-thesis, were thought worthy of publication by the editor of the Hampshire Gazette, a small weekly paper then printed at Northampton. This precocious dallying with the Muse was rather abetted than discouraged by the father of our poet. The good old gentleman, a physician and a scholar of no ordinary cast, scrupled not to foster the errant genius of his son, and to act for him in capacity of guide along the flowery [page 86:] but somewhat slippery paths of imaginative lore. The pupil has confessed his indebtedness to parental instruction for many careful habits of compression and polish.

When only fourteen years old, our author published at Boston, in a small volume with some other poems, ”The Embargo, or Sketches of the Times.” The book was so well received that a second edition was printed within the year. “The Embargo” was a political jeu d’esprit levelled at President Jefferson and his measures. It is chiefly remarkable from the fact that the boyish principles therein expressed have, of late days, been gravely brought to sustain a charge of inconsistency urged against the man.

In 1810 the young satirist entered Williams College, in Williamstown, Massachusetts. He remained here two years, and then, obtaining a dismissal upon his own application, turned his attention to the study of law. In 1815 he was admitted to the bar at Plymouth, and afterward practised with moderate success.

In 1820 he removed from Plymouth to New York, and here became associated with Dr. H. J. Anderson in the conduct of the United States Review and Literary Gazette, in which periodical some of his finest compositions first appeared.

In 1821 he published “The Ages, Thanatopsis, and Other Poems.” In 1828 he united his fortunes with those of Mr. William Leggett in the guidance of the New York Evening Post.(1) Soon afterward he [page 87:] assumed a proprietary interest in that paper, and has retained it ever since.

During each of the years 1827, 1828, and 1829 he contributed one-third of its matter to an annual entitled The Talisman, the remaining two-thirds being written chiefly by Messieurs Verplanck and Sands. It was for The Talisman that Mr. Halleck composed his “Red Jacket.”

In 1832 Mr. Elam Bliss, of New York, issued the first complete edition of the poems of Bryant. It was soon exhausted, and a second immediately published in Boston. Of this latter, Mr. Washington Irving, then in London, took upon himself an English republication, in which he announced himself as the editor, dedicating the book in this capacity to Mr. Samuel Rogers, that tolerable author and excellent financier. Since this period the Harpers of New York have printed several editions, of which the latest contains seventeen pieces not to be found in any previous collection. One or two fine poems, not yet comprised in volume form, have lately appeared in the Knickerbocker Magazine and the Democratic Review.

In June, 1834, the poet with his family sailed for Europe, with the design of there devoting some years to literary pursuits and to the education of his children. He visited Italy and Germany, residing principally in Munich, Heidelberg, Florence, and Pisa. In the spring of 1836 he was suddenly called home by the severe illness of Mr. Leggett, his associate in the Evening Post.

The poetical reputation of Mr. Bryant, both at home and abroad, is, perhaps, higher than that of any other American. In England his writings have been received with especial favour, and here the public approbation has been decided and unanimous. In no instance have [page 88:] his great abilities been denied, nor can it be denied that this fact itself is a substantial proof of the character and of the extent of these abilities. No man of the noblest order of genius was ever distinguished by absolute uniformity of applause. On the other hand, this uniformity is never known except where we meet with the most rigorous negative merit. In truth, a manly exemption from the prevalent poetical affectations of his time has done more for Mr. Bryant than any one positive excellence. Yet of positive excellences he has many; and there are one or two of his shorter poems which sometimes startle the critic into a half belief of a rarer spirit — of a more ethereal temper — than that of which the poet gives any general or steady indication.

Why his “Thanatopsis” has been so widely received and quoted as his finest production, may be explained in part by what has been just now said respecting the negative merits of composition. It is quite devoid of fault; is undoubtedly beautiful; and in judging, absolutely, of the poems of Bryant, the public voice is not altogether wrong in its decision. But as affording evidence of the higher powers of the poet, as specimens by which his claims to the mens divinior might be best estimated, he himself, if we do not greatly misunderstand him, would select some other portions of his works. Had he, indeed, always written as in the annexed little ballad, he might have justly assumed that rank among the poets of all time, into which our national pride and partiality are so blindly disposed to thrust him as it is.

A graceful simplicity is the chief feature of this poem, — simplicity both of design and execution, — and in this respect the merely general character of the writer's mind is sustained. But breathings of a high ideality are also observable, which render the lines distinctive when considered in connection with this general character. The original conception of the ballad belongs to a lofty class of poetry, while the certainty of purpose, with which so simple a conception is adhered to throughout, appertains to the noblest province of art. The design may be thus stated: A maiden is born in the forest, — she is not merely modelled in character by her woodland associations — this were an every-day thought, — but in her physical as well as moral existence she is identified with the spirit of the green things around her. Their nature becomes hers; their traits of excellence hers; their loveliness grows to be a portion of her own. [page 90:]

An author, not deeply inspired, would have been satisfied here with the idea of the tints in the locks of the maiden deducing a resemblance to “the twilight of the trees and rocks”; Mr. Bryant has more profoundly imagined the perfect identification.

But the writer of this cursory memoir has commented elsewhere, at much length, upon the poetical character of Mr. Bryant; and it appears an act of supererogation to avoid the mere words of an opinion existing now precisely as heretofore, and whose substance, if he speaks at all, he must still necessarily express. The reader will therefore pardon him for extracting from the Southern Literary Messenger the concluding sentences of an article upon the matter now in question.

[Quotation.]

The political life of our author is not a topic for these pages. I am only permitted to say that his principles, since attainment of manhood, have been rigorously democratic; and that his editorial conduct of the Evening Post has been marked by at least a polished style, a stern independence, and a courteous urbanity. In his private relations he has always so borne himself as to command entire respect even from his foes. That purity which escapes the rancor of party is purity indeed; and the elevated morality, the Christian spirit, the simplicity and warm-heartedness, the high purposes and chivalric impulses which form so unequivocally the tone of “The Ages,” of [page 91:] “Earth,” of “The Winds,” and of “Thanatopsis” are but the exact impress of the noble soul of the poet.

[[Footnotes]]

[The following footnote appears at the bottom of page 85:]

1.  Cf. Vols. VIII. and XI. — ED.

[The following footnote appears at the bottom of page 86:]

1.  It has been stated that Mr. Bryant came to New York in 1825: that the magazine in question was called the New York Review; and that it was in 1826 he joined the Evening Post. We give the points as we believe them to be, but, as a doubt exists, our readers have “the benefit of the doubt.”