ces,' and the usual quarterly list of new publications. The first
article is upon the '_Poets and Poetry of America_,' a work 'which has
travelled through many States and four editions,' and for the production
of which Mr. GRISWOLD is justly commended. In the progress of this paper,
the writer indulges in a sort of running commentary upon the more
conspicuous poets included in the compiler's collection, as BRYANT,
HALLECK, SPRAGUE, DANA, PERCIVAL, LONGFELLOW, WILLIS GAYLORD CLARK,
HOLMES, WHITTIER, etc., etc. Of BRYANT the reviewer among other things
remarks:

'MR. GRISWOLD says finely of BRYANT, that 'he is the translator of
the silent language of nature to the world.' The serene beauty and
thoughtful tenderness, which characterize his descriptions, or
rather interpretations of outward objects, are paralleled only in
WORDSWORTH. His poems are almost perfect of their kind. The fruits
of meditation, rather than of passion or imagination, and rarely
startling with an unexpected image or sudden outbreak of feeling,
they are admirable specimens of what may be called the philosophy
of the soul. They address the finer instincts of our nature with a
voice so winning and gentle; they search out with such subtle
power all in the heart which is true and good; that their
influence, though quiet, is resistless. They have consecrated to
many minds things which before it was painful to contemplate. Who
can say that his feelings and fears respecting death have not
received an insensible change, since reading the 'Thanatopsis?'
Indeed, we think that BRYANT'S poems are valuable, not only for
their intrinsic excellence, but for the vast influence their wide
circulation is calculated to exercise on national feelings and
manners. It is impossible to read them without being morally
benefitted. They purify as well as please. They develope or
encourage all the elevated and thoughtful tendencies of the mind.'

We are glad to see the reproof which the reviewer bestows upon those
critics of LONGFELLOW'S poetry, who to escape the trouble of analysis,
offer some smooth eulogium upon his 'taste,' or some lip-homage to his
'artistical ability,' instead of noting the tendency of his writings to
touch the heroic strings in our nature, to breathe energy into the heart,
to sustain our lagging purposes, and fix our thoughts on what is stable
and eternal. The following i