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SOUTHERN LITERARY MESSENGER--VOLUME X.
Army, Notes on our. Reply to a Subaltern
Maltese People, Superstitions of the
May Day,-A Village Tale
Dickson's Poems-Notice of
Enchanted Gifts, the
Georgia Scenes, Darby Anvil
Heroes in America
Sciote Captive, the
International Copyright Law
Texas, the Annexation of
33 Voyage in the East, in 1843–Extracts from
Legend of the Shepherd's Clock, the
Parents' Lament over their child, Louisa Overton, the 85
President's Bride, to the-by Owen G. Warren
Reflections at the Grave of Midshipman who
Sonnets from Petrarch, by Miss Mary G.
Stars, the-by Isherwood
Sonnets-hy Anna M. Hirst 1. The Desolated.
with a Withered Rose Bud
199 Tableaux,” the-A Dream-by H. P. Vass, De-
Trifles Light as Air-by A. B. Meek
Tempest of the Soul, the-by Mrs. Maria G. Buch-
Thoughts suggested by a Picture of Westminster Abbey 713
571 Triumph of Religion, ihe-by Mrs. Maria G. Buchanan 734
719 Vision of Drythelm, the-by Mrs. Jane L. Swift 151
470 Young Bard of New Hampshire, the-hy Am. South 507
88 To E.
315 Wood worth
PUBLISHED MONTHLY, AT FIVE DOLLARS PER ANNUM-BENJAMIN B. MINOR, EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR.
RICHMOND, JANUARY, 1844.
THE EDITOR TO HIS PATRONS.
Knowledge, rest content, whilst any scheme for
Intellectual improvement and Literary honor is Hoping that a “merry Christmas” has gladdened demanding their support ?! your hearts, leaving them untouched by its frost, For the ensuing year, our own efforts shall be we again greet you with “a happy New Year.” unremitting and we will receive the constant aid What matters it that chill Winter has come, binding of many of the ablest pens in the Union ;-Esall Nature in his icy chains, if he touch not with sayists, Poets, Novelists, Critics and Historians. his lorpor the generous impulses of noble hearts ? They have assured us of their good will and some Though his blasts howl around us, as now, making have given solid proof of their intention to sustain us almost idolize “our own fire side,” where we so us. THEY DEEM IT ESSENTIAL TO THE SOUTH TO "tranquilly abide,” it may still be sunshine and Spring Have suCH A WORK AND CRY SHAME UPON HER SONS within our minds. Let the frosts of selfishness FOR NOT SPEEDING IT ON WITH MORE GENEROUS AID. never freeze the generous current of the soul; but Nothing is wanting, in order to sustain, in the heart Jet the genial warmth of kindred spirits, the ardor of the South and with the South in its heart, the of chaste Love and the fervor of devoted Friend- best toned, best printed and best filled Magazine in ship keep it limpid, flowing and sparkling forever. the whole Union, but Patrons; or, to speak more
There is a glory and a use in Nature's winter, plainly, prompt, paying subscribers. with all its cold and storm. With what grandeur We foresee that the pretended, or supposed cheapand splendor the mountain rears its snow-turbaned ness of lower priced Periodicals will be an obstahead! What Beauty spangles the gem-decked trees! cle in our way. Common honesty requires that What Joy fills the throng that glide, like spirits in those who do not furnish but three dollars' worth a dream, over the surface of the shining lake! should demand no more. Is it not better, judicious And beneath Winter's chilling robe spring the and economical readers, to give a guinea for a guiflowers and the grain. But what glory, what beauty, nea than a shilling for a sixpence ; or, what is still what good in the blasts of human passion, or the worse, than imitate the gourmand, who gave his benumbing selfishness of Ignoble Natures! last guinea for an ortelan? Many think, that after
The monarch of the sunny clime could not be their money has been changed into good Messenger persuaded that Winter ever laid his stiff hand upon paper, they get what is worth a premium. The the flowing streams and made them bear the tramp existence of the Messenger, with its distinctive of men. If he was as ignorant of the freezing tone, is and has been worth to the South more thoucoldness of the heart, what Bliss he knew! May sands than enough to establish it forever. The the constant sunshine of Christmas mirth, New Messenger can not be too large for a month's readYear happiness and every day joy keep you from ing. By reduction of size and loss of character, experiencing it, and make you as incredulous of it it could be brought to the level of three dollar as was the Eastern King of the existence of ice. cheapness,--but no true friend can desire to see
Another year, with its hopes, its duties and its this done. You may lop the noble oak, until noaims, is opening before us. Different occupations thing is left but its unsightly trunk, fit only to invite the energy of our spirits. Go on with brave be burned; or you may eut it down and leave hearts and strong hands—the wilderness of Life only its misshapen stump; but, in order to enjoy will fall before you and smiling homes and spreading, its beauty and shade, you must extend its spreadteeming fields will reward and bless your efforts. ing branches, by watering its roots and fertilizing
We approve the custom of the Editor commen- its soil. Sooner than see the Messenger disparcing each volume with a little friendly chat with aged and brought down from its present exalted pohis patrons. He has to thank the firm and stead-sition, we had rather see it fall. Southerners, fast, to incite the faltering, to arouse the supine you can preserve it, as it stands; and who had not and invoke anew the aid of all the friends of Lite- rather see the proud monument, reared in honor of rary Enterprise. He has to congratulate his readers some noble achievement, shattered by the lightupon the delight he has afforded them, to unfold ning, or uprooted by the earthquake, than suffered to them his plans, and to commune with them about to moulder and decay, by the neglect of those who his prospects—ah! and he has to regret that many should have cherished and perpetuated it. are so indifferent to the noble cause, in which he is What are the few thousand patrons of the Mesengaged, as to withdraw, or withhold their encour- senger to the vast number of those to whose inagement and support. How can any, whose hearts terest, to whose patriotism and appreciation of and minds have been visited by the “Day-star" of' laudable enterprise it strongly appeals? We can
IN FIVE ACTS.
not rest satisfied, nor feel proud of the South until IPHIGENIA AT TAURIS. she has sent us TEN THOUSAND subscribers.
A DRAMATIC POEM. We are almost ready to resolve that we will have this number if we have to go through the land, a second Peter the Hermit. Come then, ye (Translated from the German of Goëthé.) sons of the South, who love your own land, and ye sons of the North, who wish a bond of union with
The Grecian host, destined for the destruction of Troy,
was assembled at Aulis. All was now ready and each Gre. your brethren—who wish to reciprocate that gene- cian bosom burned to avenge the injured Helen. There lay rous patronage which your every effort receives the ships freighted with heros and all the munitions of war; from us ;-Come and enroll your names in behalf but in vain they waited for propitious winds. Agamemnon, of the Messenger. To you, most generous and
King of Men," the commander of this mighty host, had steady Patrons, we owe unbounded thanks, and killed the favorite stag of Diana, and the Goddess, in disshall strive, unremittingly, to requite you
pleasure, allowed “not one favoring breeze to swell his your
flagging sails." favors, by sending you a work worthy of yourselves.
Calchas “disclosed the fates" and demanded the costly To effect this, let none be Patrons in name only- sacrifice of Iphigenia, Agamemnon's cherished daughter, but all in deed and in truth. Let every friend en- to appease “ the Queen dispensing light.” The father's list his friends; every gifted pen pour fourth its love hardly yields to the Greek's devotion ; but the wiley treasures and all unite to rear a monument of talent Ulysses is sent to lure the dedicated victim and her mother
to the camp, under the pretence of marrying Iphigenia to worthy of the Fathers we have buried, of the land the Great Achilles. The hour arrives, the Altar is prewhich they left us, of the privileges we possess pared and the victim, now willing, is ready to die; but and the destiny that awaits us.
Diana ransoms the maiden, and enshrouding her in a cloud, At this season of Christmas Gifts and New Year bears her away to Tauris, in the present Crimea, and Presents, it may be expected that we should offer makes her priestess of her Temple there. What happened
there the play will best unfold. you something more substantial than sentiment, or
Euripides, in his works, bas celebrated Iphigenia both exhortation. Alas! alas !! we have neither“Mys- at Aulis and at Tauris. The German poet has represented teries of Paris," Newspaper “ Annuals,” nor any some incidents differently from him. The name of the other unrivalled “Premiums,” to offer you. A author of the following translation would give it weight; cordial greeting and our Messenger's stores--our
but we must confine ourselves to saying, that it has been “ heart and lute”—are all we can give you. On: bigtily approved by a German scholar and by an excellent
judge of its English Dress.- Ed. Mess. ye grown up children, will not these suffice? If not, then sincerely do we hope, that St. Nicholas
DRAMATIS PERSONÆ. has well filled your hanging socks with sugar plums and fire-crackers. But ye, whose devotion did not
IPHIGENIA, Priestess of the Temple of Diana at Tauris and
Daughler of Agamemnon. propitiate the bountiful Nicholas, be not disconso- Thoas, King of Tauris. late ; for your fond mothers have, or will, no doubt, Arcas, his Minister. award you the portion of that “big boy,”
Orestes, Brother of Iphigenia.
PYLADES, his friend..
SCENE.-The grove before Diana's Temple.
Eating his Christmas pie."
ACT I.-SCENE 1: will astonish you by our generosity. Then,“ dear
Iphigenia alone. friends, sweet friends,” if you will only turn over Through your deep shades, ye high and waving summits, a new leaf with us, what will we not do for you?— of this old consecrated leafy grove, Yes, yes, we must be liberal. We will give you I move, e'en now, with shuddering emotion,
As in Diana's silent sanctuary, free permission to read the Messenger through— As if I ne'er before had trod your mazes ; and-and-to pay for it. Nor shall your precious Nor does my soul yet find itself at home. privileges end here ; for, in the best faith, we prou So many years have I been here concealed mise to renew this “charter of your Liberties” By that high will, to which I meekly bow; when, with the blessing of Heaven, we come to For ah! From all I love the sea divides me,
And yet, as at the first, I am a stranger. celebrate the birth-day of another year. . Till then, And, standing on the shore the live long day, Joy, Peace and Truth attend' your steps.
My yearning spirit, o'er the watery waste,
Their sullen, hoarse, unsympathizing voice.
Must mourn in solitude lise's dearest joys
Back to his Father's balls, back to the scenes, To be accurate, write ; to remember, write ; to know thine Where first the fair Sun to his eye disclosed own mind, write. ,
The face of Heaven ; where the sports of childhood,