FEINBERG/WHITMAN LITERARY FILE POETRY FILE "Song of the Redwood-Tree" (Feb.1874). Printed copy. Box 29 Folder 26 Harper's New Monthly Magazine No. 285. February, 1874. Published by Harper & Brothers, Franklin Square, New York. Volume 48. Number 285. Harper's Magazine. New York, February, 1874. LEGEND OF THE CASCADES......313 Illustrations.--"A bronze ideal Votaress who knew no Self or Will."--Columbia River: the Cascades.--"Amid the Ranges southward, Hood."--"Graceful poised, he threw the Spear."--Moonlight on the Columbia. SOME NOTES ABOUT POTTERY AND PORCELAIN......320 Illustrations.--An Egyptian Pottery, from a Tomb.--Chinese Bottles found in Egyptian Tombs.--Blue glazed Pottery on Ancient Egypt.--Celtic Pottery found in Staffordshire.--Roman Bowls of Samian Ware.--Saxon Pitcher.--Saxon Jug.--Saxon Jar.--Romano-British Ware.--Anglo-Norman Jar.--Anglo-Norman Ware.--Tile Decoration from Cruden's Chapel.--Tile from Chertsey Abbey.--Oviform Majolica Vase.--Tile from Malvern Abbey.--The Raphael and Fornarina Plate.--Faenza Fruit Dish, ornamented with "Amorini" Trophies and Arabesques.--Palissy Dish, of his earliest Ware.--Posset Pot, Staffordshire, Fifteenth Century.--Staffordshire Ware, about 1650.--Jug: Staffordshire Ware before Wedgwood.--Staffordshire Saucer.--Josiah Wedgwood's Cream-Ware, painted with Autumn Leaves.--Josiah Wedgwood's first Tea-Pot.--Elers-ware Tea-Pot.--Medallion of Wesley, Wedgwood-Ware.--Wedgwood's Cream-ware Bread Dish.--Wedgwood's Cream-ware Twig Basket.--Medallion of Thomas Bentley, Wedgwood-Ware.--Medallion of Mrs. Wedgwood.--Cameos by Wedgwood, white on blue and olive-gray Grounds.--Wedgwood Vase.--Lower Part of the Portland Vase, reproduced by Wedgwood. THE COLUMBIA RIVER AND PUGET SOUND. By Charles Nordhoff......338 Illustrations.--View on the Columbia River.--Point Arena Light-House.--Map of Puget Sound and Vicinity.--Mount Hood.--Cape Horn.--Vancouver's Island, Victoria Harbor.--A Saw-Mill.--Salem, Oregon. CITY ROAD CHAPEL......349 Illustrations.--John Wesley.--Charles Wesley.--The Tomb of John Wesley.--Susannah Wesley, aged seventy Years.--Interior of City Road Chapel, A.D. 1860.--Adam Clarke.--Death of John Wesley.--Susannah Wesley's Monument, City Road Chapel, and John Wesley's Home.--Mrs. Mary Clarke, 1831, aged seventy-one Years. SONG OF THE REDWOOD-TREE. By Walt Whitman......366 MY MOTHER AND I. By the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleman."......368 Illustrations.--Head-Piece.--"He offered the Coin to me, with a Half Smile and a Bow."--"You will pardon an old Man for addressing a strange Lady." THE LAND OF THE WHITE ELEPHANT......378 Illustrations.--Copy of an old Burmese Painting.--Burmese Image-House.--A Buddhist Priest.--Burmese Judge, Clerks, and Attendants.--The Grand Staircase, Nagkon Wat.--Cambodian Female Band.--Nagkon Wat Columns.--Sculptures in the City of Angkor.--The Leper King. THE LIVING LINK. By the Author of "The Dodge Club," "The American Baron," etc.......390 Chapter XVII. A Stroke for Liberty. Chapter XVIII. A strange Confession. Chapter XIX. A New-comer. Chapter XX. Faithful unto Death. Chapter XXI. A Warning. Illustrations.--"Because I beat him."--"In her Frenzy Edith struck that Hand again and again."--"I must use these, then." THE NEW SOUTH.--II. Industrial, Manufacturing, and Material Progress. By Edwin De Leon......406 With Maps. TOO MUCH FOR HIM......422 HOPE......431 A CHINESE PRACTICAL JOKE......432 TRIFLES......435 HOLLAND HOUSE......436 EDITOR'S EASY CHAIR......441 Tweed and Robin Hood.--Co-Education ; the Case of Zurich ; Dr. Clarke's Book.--Greenroom of the Lyceum and its Humors. EDITOR'S LITERARY RECORD......446 Works of John Stuart Mill.--Memoirs and Letters of Sara Coleridge.--Lewes's History of Goethe's Life.--Essays and Orations of the Evangelical Alliance.--Miller's Commentary on the Proverbs.--Plummer's Hints and Helps in Pastoral Theology.--Robinson's Her Face was her Fortune.--Roe's What Can She Do?--Farjeon's Golden Grain.--Taine's Pyrenees.--Hamerton's Chapters on Animals. EDITOR'S SCIENTIFIC RECORD......450 Cold Current on the Brazilian Coast.--Megatherium from the Argentine Republic.--A Marine Monster.--Important Discovery in Animal Physiology.--Habits of Fish.--Copper in Feathers of the Australian Parrot.--De Candolle's Prodromus.--Flora Australiensis.--Potato Disease in Germany.--The American Phylloxera.--Drying Fabrics.--Starch, Paper, and Soap from Corn.--Mats from Basswood Bark.--Le Blanc Process for manufacturing Alkali.--Prevention of Deposits in Steam-Boilers.--Completion of Hoosac Tunnel.--Bridge across the Schuylkill, in Philadelphia.--Ship-Canal through the Isthmus of Corinth.--Steam-Boiler Explosions.--Manufacture of Phosphor-Bronze.--Ringwalt's Zinc Process of Engraving.--Testing Metals under Stress.--Early Iron Manufacture in India.--Freezing of Brandy.--Medical Discoveries.--The proposed new California Observatory.--The coming Transit of Venus.--Astronomical Observatories.--Meteorological Developments.--Köppen on Solar Spots.--Sabine's Magnetic Chart.--Electrical Units. EDITOR'S HISTORICAL RECORD......455 Opening of the Forty-third Congress.--Standing Committees.--President's Message and accompanying Reports.--New Constitution of Pennsylvania.--Relative Longevity of the Sexes.--Agricultural Machinery in Russia.--Disasters.--Obituary. EDITOR'S DRAWER......459 Anecdote of Thurlow Weed.--The Marble Business.--Sectarian Humors.--Stories from the Life of the Rev. William Harness.--The Counsel's Evasion.--Music and Grammar.--A Model Juryman.--Morality and Greenbacks.--Cole's Epitaph.--How the Plaintiff won her Case.--Keeping the Jury awake.--An old Advertisement.--Nursery Humor.--Su-si-an and Charles.--Tyrolese Mottoes.--Adventures of an Englishman.--Shakspearean Readings illustrated. CITY ROAD CHAPEL. 365 sister, and their children. Separated until they had become strangers, the two sisters were united again by a lasting affection and a common faith. Mr. Butterworth became a liberal supporter of Methodism. Around lie families who, for nearly a hundred years, have been the attendants or the supporters of City Road Chapel. Of William Marriott, who was the son of a wealthy baker, we are told that he gave away many thousand pounds every year to the society or the poor, yet suffered no one to know of his benefactions. He relieved in twenty-seven years nine thousand persons through one almoner, and when he died would permit only a small sum to be expended at his funeral. His children emulated his example. Three generations of the Urling family rest near the chapel, of which they had been the earliest supporters. Christian Sandius, a Swede, and one of the founders of the British and Foreign Bible Society, Mrs. Sophia Bradburn, who suggested to Mr. Raikes the first idea of the Sunday-school, the faithful class-leaders, the active teachers, the stewards and the sextons, the preachers and the congregation, the learned and the simple, the young and the old, are recorded on the crumbling tombs, and sleep together. In one tomb are laid fourteen members of the family Ives. Elizabeth Ives was one of the noted women of the day, and her talent for business secured her a flattering obituary notice in the London Times. After the deaths of two husbands she had carried on the occupation of varnish and color manufacture in Holborn. For thirty years she traveled regularly through the greater part of England, Ireland, and Scotland, disposing of her wares and soliciting custom. At home she managed her factory with equal industry and success ; rose at four in the morning, and continued her labors to a late hour of the night. Her profits were large, and she gathered a great fortune. Yet her generosity was unbounded. Her relatives, her society, and the poor shared in her benefactions. She built chapels, entertained the Methodist preachers with unwearied hospitality, and regularly attended the sanctuary at the periods of worship. At last she died of old age, and was buried at City Road Chapel, amidst a throng of weeping friends. Yet the wealth she had so honorably amassed was destined to fall into far different hands from those for whom she had designed it. By her will she had left her fortune among her relations, with an express provision that any of her heirs who should dispute its directions at law should be disinherited. Her foresight proved singularly ineffectual. A series of lawsuits began among her undutiful beneficiaries. The whole fortune, after a long course of litigation, was consumed in legal expenses. Attorneys, counsel, and clerks shared her earnings among them. And the whole £80,000 which this remarkable woman had gathered was dissipated in endless controversies. At eighty-nine died Elizabeth Bradford, the widow of Joseph Bradford, the attached personal friend of John Wesley. For many years they had traveled together on different circuits, and were seldom separated until their last parting. Their affection for each other was marked by a lasting intensity, and Wesley died almost in Bradford's arms. Elizabeth Bradford, after the death of her husband, was noted for her fond recollection of Wesley and her husband, and for the ceaseless zeal with which she gave herself to good deeds. Ill health kept her from active duties, yet she was, to the close of her long life, a "mother in Israel." Thus the City Road Chapel has proved no ineffective source of moral progress, and the benevolence of its excellent and active members has softened the ills of humanity for nearly a century. Its power has been felt in the extinction of slavery, the advancement of education, the rise of a purer morality, and the rapid expansion of a sect that has shown no illiberal exclusiveness nor claimed any despotic authority. Methodism has always been ready to unite with all branches of the Protestant church in pious enterprises, in generous self-denial, and active labor. Its history has been illustrated by the lives of men of rare piety and of wonderful industry : sometimes by the labors of scholars like Clarke and Benson ; sometimes by the not unequal efforts of the simple and the unlearned. The sources of its wide success has been the united toil of a throng of workers. Within a century it has gathered within its fold more than twelve millions of the human race as listeners, scholars, members ; and today, of all the Protestant bodies, its followers are the most numerous. The narrow band of Oxford Methodists has expanded to unlooked-for proportions. The prayers, the fasting, and the generous deeds of a few impassioned students have awakened an ardor that has surpassed the triumphs of the chief centres of religious impulse. The Paraclete of Abelard has passed away ; the ruins of Port Royal hide in the green meadows of Chevreuse ; Dominic and Loyola a have perhaps vainly extended the domains of persecution and of superstition ; the disciples of Cranmer and the followers of Knox have fallen behind in the pious race ; St. Andrew's and St. Paul's show traces of decay ; but it may be anticipated that when the various Protestant bodies, throwing aside their rivalries and their differences, shall unite in one broad and generous Christian alliance, the City Road Chapel will send forth the largest deputation to the united assembly, and the reforming hand of Wesley will be easily traced in the rites and practices of the apostolic church. 366 HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. SONG OF THE REDWOOD-TREE. By Walt Whitman 1 A California song! A prophecy and indirection--a thought impalpable, to breathe, as air ; A chorus of dryads, fading, departing--or hamadryads departing ; A murmuring, fateful, giant voice, out of the earth and air, Voice of a mighty dying tree in the redwood forest dense. Farewell, my brethren, Farewell, O earth and sky--farewell, ye neighboring waters ; My time has ended, my term has come. 2 Along the northern coast, Just back from the rock-bound shore, and the caves, In the saline air from the sea, in the Mendocino country, With the surge for bass and accompaniment low and hoarse, With crackling blows of axes, sounding musically, driven by strong arms, Riven deep by the sharp tongues of the axes--there in the redwood forest dense, I heard the mighty tree its death-chant chanting. The choppers heard not--the camp shanties echoed not ; The quick-ear'd teamsters, and the chain and jack-screw men heard not, As the wood-spirits came from their haunts of a thousand years, to join the refrain; But in my soul I plainly heard. Murmuring out of its myriad leaves, Down from its lofty top, rising over a hundred feet high, Out of its stalwart trunk and limbs--out of its foot-thick bark, That chant of the seasons and time--chant not of the past only, but the future. You untold life of me, And all you venerable and innocent joys, Perennial, hardy life of me, with joys, 'mid rain and many a summer sun, And the white snows, and night, and the wild winds ; O the great patient, rugged joys ! my soul's strong joys, unreck'd by man ; (For know I bear the soul befitting me--I too have consciousness, identity, And all the rocks and mountains have--and all the earth ;) Joys of the life befitting me and brothers mine, Our time, our term has come. Nor yield we mournfully, majestic brothers, We who have grandly fill'd our time ; With Nature's calm content, and tacit, huge delight, We welcome what we wrought for through the past, And leave the field for them. For them predicted long, For a superber race--they too to grandly fill their time, For them we abdicate--in them ourselves, ye forest kings! In them these skies and airs--these mountain peaks--Shasta--Nevadas, These huge, precipitous cliffs--this amplitude--these valleys grand--Yosemite, To be in them absorb'd, assimilated. 4 Then to a loftier strain, Still prouder, more ecstatic, rose the chant, As if the heirs, the Deities of the west, Joining, with master-tongue, bore part. Not wan from Asia's fetiches, Nor red from Europe's old dynastic slaughter-house, (Area of murder-plots of thrones, with scent left yet of wars and scaffolds every where,) But come from Nature's long and harmless throes--peacefully builded thence, These virgin lands--Lands of the Western Shore, To the new Culminating Man--to you, the Empire New, You, promis'd long, we pledge, we dedicate. SONG OF THE REDWOOD-TREE. 367 You occult, deep volitions, You average Spiritual Manhood, purpose of all, pois'd on yourself--giving, not taking law, You Womanhood divine, mistress and source of all, whence life and love, and aught that comes from life and love, You unseen Moral Essence of all the vast materials of America, (age upon age, working in Death the same as Life,) You that, sometimes known, oftener unknown, really shape and mould the New World, adjusting it to Time and Space, You hidden National Will, lying in your abysms, conceal'd, but ever alert, You past and present purposes, tenaciously pursued, maybe unconscious of yourselves, Unswerv'd by all the passing errors, perturbations of the surface ; You vital, universal, deathless germs, beneath all creeds, arts, statutes, literatures, Here build your homes for good--establish here--These areas entire, Lands of the Western Shore, We pledge, we dedicate to you. For man of you--your characteristic race, Here may he hardy, sweet, gigantic grow--here tower, proportionate to Nature, Here climb the vast, pure spaces, unconfined, uncheck'd by wall or roof, Here laugh with storm or sun--here joy--here patiently inure, Here heed himself, unfold himself (not others' formulas heed)--here fill his time, To duly fall, to aid, unreck'd at last, To disappear to serve. Thus on the northern coast, In the echo of teamsters' calls, and the clinking chains, and the music of choppers' axes, The falling trunk and limbs, the crash, the muffled shriek, the groan, Such words combined from the redwood-tree--as of wood-spirits' voices ecstatic, ancient and rustling, The century-lasting, unseen dryads, singing, withdrawing, All their recesses of forests and mountains leaving, From the Cascade range to the Wasatch--or Idaho far, or Utah, To the deities of the modern henceforth yielding, The chorus and indications, the vistas of coming humanity--the settlements, features all, In the Mendocino woods I caught. 5 The flashing and golden pageant of California ! The sudden and gorgeous drama--the sunny and ample lands ; The long and varied stretch from Puget Sound to Colorado south ; Lands bathed in sweeter, rarer, healthier air ! valleys and mountain cliffs ! The fields of Nature long prepared and fallow--the silent cyclic chemistry ; The slow and steady ages plodding--the unoccupied surface ripening--the rich ores forming beneath ; At last the New arriving, assuming, taking possession, A swarming and busy race settling and organizing every where ; Ships coming in from the whole round world, and going out to the whole world, To India and China and Australia, and the thousand island paradises of the Pacific ; Populous cities--the latest inventions--the steamers on the rivers--the railroads--with many a thrifty farm, with machinery, And wool and wheat and the grape--and diggings of yellow gold. 6 But more in you than these, Lands of the Western Shore ! (These but the means, the implements, the standing-ground,) I see in you, certain to come, the promise of thousands of years, till now deferr'd Promis'd, to be fulfill'd, our common kind, the race. The New Society at last, proportionate to Nature ; In Man of you, more than your mountain peaks, or stalwart trees imperial, In Woman more, far more, than all your gold, or vines, or even vital air. Fresh come, to a New World indeed, yet long prepared, I see the Genius of the modern, child of the read and ideal, Clearing the ground for broad Humanity, the true America, heir of the past so grand, To build a grander future. 368 HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE. MY MOTHER AND I. A Love Story for Girls By the Author of "John Halifax, Gentleman." Chapter III. I thought in my girlhood - I think still - that Bath is one of the most beautiful cities in the world. Florence, they say, is something like it; but I have never seen Florence, and I love Bath, with that fond, half-sad sort of love which hangs about particular places, making them seem to us, all our days, unlike any other places in the wide world. During our short stay there I had not seen half its beauties, for my mother seemed unwilling to go about more than she was obliged, and it was winter weather; but now as we crept slowly along the high Claverton Road, and looked down on the valley below, where the river and the canal meandered, side by side, and in and out, glittering in the morning sunshine; then coming suddenly upon it, I saw the white city, terraces, crescents, circuses, streets, one above the other, rising up almost to the top of Lansdown Hill. I could not help exclaiming, "How beautiful!" Mrs. Golding, being a Somersetshire woman, looked pleased. She made the carrier stop his jolting cart for a minute or two that I might get a better view. "Yes, Bath is a nice place, and there's some nice folks in it - to make amends for the nasty ones." "Who are they?" I inquired. "Card-players and ball-goers, and worldlings generally," answered Mrs. Golding. "But they're nothing to you, miss, or me either. And there are good folks besides - though they're not many." I was silent. We had already discovered that Mrs Golding belonged to a peculiar sect, called Plymouth Brethren, which had lately risen up in the West of England. My mother did not agree with them in their opinions; but she told me that many of them were very good people, and that I must never smile at Mrs. Golding and her extraordinary forms of speech, as if she and her "brethren" were the only children of the Almighty Father, the only receptacles of eternal truth, and accepters of what they called "salvation." So I forgave her for holding forth a little too harshly the wickedness of the world, which to me seemed not a wicked world at all, but most beautiful and enjoyable; forgave her, too, for keeping me out of the lively streets - Milsom Street, Gay Street, Quiet Street, such quaint names! Patiently I followed her into the narrow and dirty regions at the bottom of the town, where she transacted her business, selling and buying alternately, but always contriving to keep one eye upon her basket and the other upon me. Little need was there. Nobody looked at me. In this busy quarter of the city every body was occupied with his or her own affairs. I felt, with some amusement and perhaps a shade of annoyance, that I was being taken for the old woman's granddaughter after all. Well, what did it matter? Like the Miller of Dee - "I cared for nobody, and nobody cared for me," except my mother - only and always my mother. It was very dull going about without her, we were so seldom apart. So as soon as Mrs. Golding had done her business I suggested mine - the shawl, and insisted on getting it at the very best shop in Bath. Must I confess that, even as an elderly lady, I rather like shopping? 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