execution and skill in versification. He handles a triple rhymed stanza in the octosyllabic measure particularly well. His appreciation of nature is tender and sympathetic, one of the pure springs which fed the more boisterous current of his humor when he came out among men to deal with quackery, pretence, and injustice. But what is perhaps most worthy of notice in Freneau is his originality, the instinct with which his genius marked out a path for itself in those days when most writers were leaning upon the old foreign school of Pope and Darwin. He was not afraid of home things and incidents. Dealing with facts and realities, and the life around him, wherever he was, his writings have still an interest where the vague expressions of other poets are forgotten. His poems may be little read now— they are so rare that we have tasked the resources of booksellers, and put friendship to the proof, to draw together the several editions to prepare this article-but they will be surely revived and cherished among the historic and poetic literature of the land. The tree which plants its roots most firmly in the present, will survive the longest with posterity. The genius which has no local habitation for its muse, no personality or relation to time and place to-day (and how much poetry is there thrown upon the public which it is impossible to locate), will be, in sporting language, nowhere to-morrow. It is a little remarkable that four of the most original writers whom the country has produced have received the least attention from critics and magazinists-Francis Hopkinson, John Trumbull, Brackenridge, and Freneau. In the very few notices to be met with of the last, he is for the most part mentioned in an apologetic tone-as if he were a mere writer of doggrel, low in taste and poor in expression. Even an admirer, who compliments him in verse, has something of this: Let Freneau live though Flattery's baleful tongue How his contemporaries could sometimes appreciate him, is shown in an epistle in Col. Parke's volume of Horatian translations, and other poems, published at Philadelphia in 1786. In the rarity of these tributes, it is worth quoting: American Bards, Phila., 1820. TO MR. PHILIP FRENEAU, ON HIS VOLUME OF EXCELLENT POEMS, PRINTED BY MR. BAILEY. "Difficile est satiram non scribere."—Juv. Tho' I know not your person, I well know your merit, Your satires admire-your muse of true spirit; Pythag'ras' choice scheme my belief now controuls, I sign to his creed-transmigration of souls; And sky-taught Sir Isaac is seen here again. Old Pluto, below, for a devil will keep him; sing, From Hounslow's bold heroes successively spring; But you, worthy poet, whose soul-cutting pen It is not to be denied, however, that Freneau was sometimes careless. He lived and thought with improvidence. His jests are sometimes misdirected; and his verses are unequal in execution. Yet it is not too much to predict that through the genuine nature of some of his productions, and the historic incidents of others, all that he wrote will yet be called for, and find favor in numerous popular editions. ADVICE TO AUTHORS. By the Late Mr. Robert Slender. There are few writers of books in this new world, and amongst these very few that deal in works of imagination, and, I am sorry to say, fewer still that have any success attending their lucubrations. Perhaps, however, the world thinks justly on this subject. The productions of the most brilliant imagi *He commanded the Rose sloop. 339 V. I hold it to be extremely dangerous to make jocu- Now there was no great harm in all this; the consequence, however, was, that the lady immediately called up the footman, and ordered him to conduct the gentleman down stairs. I cannot think (said she) of being addressed by a man, who, from his discourse, appears evidently to have been bred up nothing more than a simple shoemaker; and what is worse, will forever continue so! VI. When you are courting a young lady, be careful never to send her any presents that are very easily to be come at, or such as particularly appertain to your own shop or line of business. A certain French tobacconist of some fortune fell in love with a girl of considerable merit and beauty, but having never turned his attention much to the gay world, he was not so well acquainted with what is called the etiquette of polite life as Frenchmen in general are. By way of introducing himself to the lady he sent her his compliments, a letter full of love, and a basket of cut tobacco, to the chewing and smoking of which he himself was extravagantly addicted; and therefore very rationally concluded that the whole world ought to do the same. The lady returned the tobacco by the same servant that brought it, with some expressions of contempt and indignation; as the present seemed to imply, that she was fond of smoking and chewing this very vulgar and nauseous weed. The Frenchman, fired with resentment upon seeing his ill-judged present returned, then sat down and wrote the following billet by way of answer: "Vat! you send home the tabac ?-den vat shall I send in reverse [return]-You will have me send my own heart? dat I cannot en present-adieu." He soon after enquired of one of the lady's relations what she was particularly fond of-some one answered, soft cheese. He accordingly purchased a large cheese of an excellent quality, and, to show that he was in every sense her slave, carried it to her himself upon his shoulder. The lady, you may be sure, could do no less than smile. "Why you laugh, lady? Mademoiselle, en verité, you be in one tres-agreeable good humour, pardie !" I am laughing, said the lady, to think you are turned cheesemonger! It is a'most needless to say, that both he and his cheese were instantly dismissed the house for ever. VIL If it can possibly be avoided, never, in the hours of courtship, let your discourse turn upon anything relative to female anatomy. be Few young ladies can ever forgive the man that is found guilty of only insinuating in company, that the sex have anything to do with materiality. Whatever, therefore, must, while in their society, be an absolute immamay your private opinion, you terialist in regard to the rational female world. Perhaps, an instance may sufficiently illustrate my meaning. A certain juvenile lady of acknowledged good sense and beauty, some time ago had the misfortune to fall out of her coach, and broke no less than three of her ribs on the left side, dislocated one of her hips, and considerably injured her left shoulder, &c. This was for some days a topic of public conversation. Dick Prettyman, whom I have mentioned upon another occasion, was at that time paying his addresses to Miss Angelica Evergreen. enquiring of Dick, one afternoon, the particulars of Upon her this untoward accident, he was silly enough to blurt out in plain language before a polite assembly of young females, that "the lady had fallen out of the damaged one of her hips, and that her legs, &c., had coach topsy-turvy, had broken three of the best and strongest ribs in her whole body, had considerably not escaped entirely without injury." The blushed up to the eyes, unfurled their fans, and a company general confusion took place; till one of the most resolute of the ladies peeped from behind her fan, and exclaimed, "Fie, Mr. Prettyman! have you been bred up in a hogstye, sir, to talk in this scandalous manner in the presence of ladies?" He was then turned out of the room by unanimous consent; and this small inattention to a proper decorum in conversation had very nearly ruined his expectations. I remember it was not till after a long and sincere repentance that he reinstated himself in Miss Angelica's favour. Now, had he been a man of sense and breeding he "The chariot was driving along with vast rapi Such a representation of matters, though, in rea- LINES OCCASIONED BY A VISIT TO AN OLD INDIAN BURYING In spite of all the learn'd have said Points out the soul's eternal sleep. The Indian, when from life releas'd, my example who can both weave stockings and write poems. But, if you really possess that sprightliness of fancy and elevation of soul which alone constitute an author, do not on that account be troublesome to your friends. A little reflection will point out other means to extract money from the hands and pockets of your fellow citizens than by poorly borrowing what, perhaps, you will never be able to repay. 6. Never engage in any bosiness as an inferior or understrapper. I cannot endure to see an author debase his profession so far as to submit to be second or third in any office or employment whatever. If fortune, or the ill taste of the public, compels you even to turn shallopman on the Delaware, let it be your first care to have the command of the boat. Beggary itself, with all its hideous apparatus of rags and misery, becomes at once respectable whenever it exhibits the least token of independence of spirit and a single spark of laudable ambition. 7. If you are in low circumstances, do not forget that there is such a thing in the world as a decent pride. They are only cowards and miscreants that poverty can render servile in their behaviour. Your haughtiness should always rise in proportion to the wretchedness and desperation of your circumstances. If you have only a single guinea in the world be complaisant and obliging to every one: if you are absolutely destitute of a shilling, immediately assume the air of a despot, pull off your hat to no one, let your discourse, in every company, turn upon the vanity of riches, the insignificancy of the great men of the earth, the revolution of empires, and the final consummation of all things. By such means you will at least conceal a secret of some importance to yourself that you have not a shilling in the world to pay for your last night's lodging. 8. Should you ever be prevailed upon to dedicate your book to any great man or woman, consider first, whether the tenor and subject of it be such as nay in some measure coincide with the age, temper, education, business, and general conversation of the person whose patronage is requested. A friend of nine once committed a great error on this score. He wrote a bawdy poem, and dedicated it to the principal in the department of finance. 9. Never make a present of your works to great men. If they do not think them worth purchasing, trust me, they will never think them worth reading, 10. If fortune seems absolutely determined to starve you, and you can by no means whatever make your works sell; to keep up as much as in you lies, the expiring dignity of authorship, do not take to drinking, gambling, or bridge-building as some have done, thereby bringing the trade of authorship into disrepute; but retire to some uninhabited island or desert, and there, at your leisure, end your life with decency. The above is all that has yet been found written by Robert Slender relative to authors and authorshipand further the copyist at this time sayeth not. DIRECTIONS FOR COURTSHIP. Hæc eadem ut sciret, quid non faciebat Amyntas ?-VIRG. The parson of our parish used to say, in his hours of convivial gaiety, that nothing puzzles a man of true delicacy more, than how to make the first advances to the woman he loves, with a becoming propriety of sentiment, language, and behaviour. I must confess I am somewhat of his opinion in this matter, and having in my time observed many a promising alliance broken off by a mere idle inattention to what even a very moderate share of understanding ought always to dictate upon these occasions, I shall, for the benefit of those whom it may concern, set down a few easy rules, by the assistance of which people may at least prevent themselves from becoming personally ridiculous, if they cannot succeed to the utmost of their wishes in other respects. I. When you take a serious liking to a young woman, never discover your passion to her by way of letter. It will either give the lady an idea that you are a bashful booby, or that you have not any address in conversation; both which defects are sufficient to ruin you in the estimation of any woman of only tolerable good sense. II. During the time of courtship be careful never to discourse with the lady upon serious subjects, or matters that are not strictly and immediately pertinent to the purpose you are upon. If she asks you what news, you must not tell her a long story out of the Dutch or English gazettes about the decline of trade, the fall of stocks, or the death of Mynheer Van der Possum. She looks for no such answers. You must rather relate a melancholy tale of two or three young gentlemen of fortune and handsome expectations that have lately drowned themselves in the Schuylkill, or thrown themselves headlong from their third story windows, and been dashed to pieces on the pavement for the sake of a certain inexorable fair one, whose name you cannot recollect; but the beauty and shafts of whose eyes these poor young gentlemen could not possibly withstand. Such intelligence as this will instantly put her into good humour; and upon the strength of that lie alone, you will be allowed liberties with her person that a recapitulation of all the morality in Tillotson, or the real news of five hundred gazettes, would not so effectually enable you to take. III. I would advise you never to make use of the dietatorial style till you are perfectly sure of your Dulcinea; and that period depends in a great measure upon your own prudence. Till then, you must seem to give the preference to her judgment in all matters that happen to be discussed, and submit to be instructed by her in whatever she apprehends you do not understand. Your trade or occupation in life she takes for granted you are perfectly acquainted with; and remember never to say a word on that score in her hearing, unless your calling happens to have no spice of vulgarity about it. If, however, you are a governor of an island, or happen to be some considerable officer of state, you may frequently make professional allusions, as her vanity will be gratified thereby; and women, we all know, are naturally fond of power. IV. Have a care that you do not pester her with descriptions of the Alps, the Appennines, and the river Po. A lady is not supposed to know anything of such matters; besides, you must be a very cold lover if those far-fetched things can command your attention a moment in the company of a fine woman. Whatever she thinks proper to assert, it is your business to defend, and prove to be true. If she says black is white, it is not for men in your probationary situation to contradict her. On the contrary, you must swear and protest that she is right; and, in demonstrating it, be very cautious of using pedantic arguments, making nice logical distinctions, or affecting hard and unintelligible terms. 339 V. I hold it to be extremely dangerous to make jocu- he was violently in love with her, and would almost said he, (thinking to be very smart) "I have some Now there was no great harm in all this; the consequence, however, was, that the lady immediately called up the footman, and ordered him to conduct the gentleman down stairs. I cannot think (said she) of being addressed by a man, who, from his discourse, appears evidently to have been bred up nothing more than a simple shoemaker; and what is worse, will forever continue so! VI. When you are courting a young lady, be careful never to send her any presents that are very easily to be come at, or such as particularly appertain to your own shop or line of business. A certain French tobacconist of some fortune fell in love with a girl of considerable merit and beauty, but having never turned his attention much to the gay world, he was not so well acquainted with what is called the etiquette of polite life as Frenchmen in general are. By way of introducing himself to the lady he sent her his compliments, a letter full of love, and a basket of cut tobacco, to the chewing and smoking of which he himself was extravagantly addicted; and therefore very rationally concluded that the whole world ought to do the same. The lady returned the tobacco by the same servant that brought it, with some expressions of contempt and indignation; as the present seemed to imply, that she was fond of smoking and chewing this very vulgar and nauseous weed. The Frenchman, fired with resentment upon seeing his ill-judged present returned, then sat down and wrote the following billet by way of answer : "Vat! you send home the tabac ?-den vat shall I send in reverse [return]-You will have me send my own heart? dat I cannot en present-adieu.” He soon after enquired of one of the lady's relations what she was particularly fond of some one answered, soft cheese. He accordingly purchased a large cheese of an excellent quality, and, to show that he was in sense her slave, carried it to her himself upon his shoulder. The lady, you may be sure, could do no every less than smile. "Why you laugh, lady? Mademoiselle, en verité, you be in one tres-agreeable good humour, pardie !" I am laughing, said the lady, to think you are turned cheesemonger! It is n'most needless to say, that both he and his cheese were instantly dismissed the house for ever. VIL If it can possibly be avoided, never, in the hours of courtship, let your discourse turn upon anything relative to female anatomy. be Few young ladies can ever forgive the man that is found guilty of only insinuating in company, that the sex have anything to do with materiality. Whatever, therefore, must, while in their society, be an absolute immamay your private opinion, you terialist in regard to the rational female world. Perhaps, an instance may sufficiently illustrate my meaning. A certain juvenile lady of acknowledged good sense and beauty, some time ago had the misfortune to fall out of her coach, and broke no less than three of her ribs on the left side, dislocated one of her hips, and considerably injured her left shoulder, &c. This was for some days a topic of public conversation. Dick Prettyman, whom I have mentioned upon another occasion, was at that time paying his addresses to Miss Angelica Evergreen. Upon her enquiring of Dick, one afternoon, the particulars of this untoward accident, he was silly enough to blurt out in plain language before a polite assembly of young females, that "the lady had fallen out of the coach topsy-turvy, had broken three of the best and strongest ribs in her whole body, had considerably damaged one of her hips, and that her legs, &c., had not escaped entirely without injury." The company blushed up to the eyes, unfurled their fans, and a general confusion took place; till one of the most resolute of the ladies peeped from behind her fan, and exclaimed," Fie, Mr. Prettyman! have you been bred up in a hogstye, sir, to talk in this scandalous manner in the presence of ladies?" He was then turned out of the room by unanimous consent; and this small inattention to a proper decorum in conversation had very nearly ruined his expectations. I remember it was not till after a long and sincere repentance that he reinstated himself in Miss Angelica's favour. Now, had he been a man of sense and breeding he would have related the disaster in this manner: 66 The chariot was driving along with vast rapi- Such a representation of matters, though, in rea- LINES OCCASIONED BY A VISIT TO AN OLD INDIAN BURYING In spite of all the learn'd have said Again is seated with his friends, And not the finer essence gone. On which the curious eye may trace (Now wasted half by wearing rains) The fancies of a ruder race. Here, still an aged elm aspires, Beneath whose far projecting shade (Pale Marian with her braided hair) And many a barbarous form is seen To chide the man that lingers there. By midnight moons, o'er moistening dews, In vestments for the chace array'd, The hunter still the deer pursues, The hunter and the deer-a shade. And long shall timorous Fancy see The painted chief, and pointe l spear, And reason's self shall bow the knee To shadows and delusions here. From Susquehanna's utmost springs Not long before, a wandering priest "In Yanky land there stands a town And let the lad to college go."— From long debate the Council rose, And viewing Shalum's tricks with joy, To Harvard hall,* o'er wastes of snows, They sent the copper-colour'd boy. One generous chief a bow supply'd, This gave a shaft, and that a skin; The feathers, in vermillion dy'd, Himself did from a turkey win: Thus dress'd so gay, he took his way O'er barren hills, alone, alone! His guide a star, he wander'd far, His pillow every night a stone. At last he came, with leg so lame, Where learned men talk heathen Greek, And Hebrew lore is gabbled o'er, To please the muses, twice a week. * Harvard College, at Cambridge in Massachusetts. Awhile he writ, awhile he read, Awhile he learn'd the grammar rules- Great credit promis'd to their schools. To wander with his dearer bow. The heavy-moulded lecture done, But sigh'd to see the setting sun. The squirrel in the hollow tree. My native wood for gloomy walls; For musty books and college halls. Can wealth and honour give me more! Or, will the sylvan god deny The humble treat he gave before? Alarm my soul with chilling fear— And is the earth, indeed, a sphere? And comets round creation run- And mingled laurel never fades, (His gown discharg'd, his money spent) Returning to the rural reign The Indians welcom'd him with joy; THE DYING INDIAN. |