FEINBERG / WHITMAN LITERARY FILE POETRY FILE "With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea! " (1883). Printed copies. Box 30 Folder 35HARPER'S NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE No. 406. MARCH, 1884. NEW YORK: HARPER & BROTHERS. LONDON: SAMPSON LOW, MARSTON, SEARLE, & RIVINGTON.HARPER'S MAGAZINE. VOLUME 68.} {NEW YORK, NUMBER 406.} {MARCH, 1884. "'Here be Finery!' she said." Illustration for WILLIAM BLACK'S "Judith Shakespeare,"} Part III. From a Drawing by E. A. ABBEY. Engraved by FRENCH.} ...Frontispiece. St. Louis.......... WILLIAM HENRY BISHOP 497 Illustrations. Drawn by C. GRAHAM, HEWSON HAWLY, and PITON, and from Photographs by BENECKE, BOEHL, AND KOENIG. Engraved by PETTIT, LEVIN, SCHWARTZBERGER, WOLF, STEWART, SHEIL, WOOD, P. DEL'ORME, WATROUS, HEINEMAN, GOETZE, HELD, and T. JOHNSON. The Levee.—The St. Louis Bridge.—The Merchant's Exchange.—Interior of the Merchants' Exchange.—St. Louis Fair Ground.—View of St. Louis, showing the Four Courts.—A Street Procession.—Statue of Humboldt, in Tower Grove Park.—Washington Avenue, Corner of Grand Avenue.—A Bit of St. Louis Architecture.—Henry Shaw.—In Lafayette Park.—Statue of Benton, in Lafayette Park.—Public High School.—French Cathedral.—A Bit of old St. Louis.—Old Spanish Tower.—Wayman Crow.—St. Louis Art Museum. The Yorkshire Coast..........WILLIAM H. RIDEING 518 Illustrations. Drawn by HARRY FENN and C. GRAHAM. Engraved by HORSKEY, GRIMLEY, DANA, PETTIT, HEARD, WELLINGTON, STEWART, and BAKER. Entrance to Whitby Harbor.—Whitby, from the Railway Station.—Landing Fish: early Morning at Whitby.—Robin Lyth's Hole.—King and Queen, Flamborough Head.—Scarborough Castle.—Robin Hood's Town.—Whitby Harbor at low Tide.—Runswick, near Whitby. Midwinter.—A Poem..........JAMES LANE ALLEN 531 Judith Shakespeare.—A Novel.—Chapters VII.-IX. ...... WILLIAM BLACK 532 Illustration. Drawn by E. A. ABBEY. Engraved by TINKEY. "There was an anxious and pitying Appeal in the loving Eyes." The Early American Presidents ........THOMAS WENTWORTH HIGGINSON 548 Illustrations. From original Sources. Engraved by TIETZE, GRIMLEY, and KRUELL. Count Fersen.—Abigail Adams.—John Adams.—Washington in 1800.—Thomas Jefferson. —Aaron Burr. Love is not Enough.—A Story ......WILLIAM M. BAKER 560 A New-World Legend.—A Poem .......FRANCES L. MACE 571 Will Carleton .......J. T. TROWBRIDGE 572 With Portrait. From a Photograph by Sarony. Engraved by Kruell. Hints on Domestic Decoration .......ALEXANDER F. OAKEY 579 With Thirteen Illustrations by the Author. The Poetry of the Deaf .......EDWARD M. GALLAUDET, Ph.D., LL.D. 588 Illustrations. From Photographs. Engraved by KRUELL, BRIGHTON, GOETZE, and BUTLER. John Carlin.—James Nack.—Mrs. Mary Toles Peet.—"Howard Glyndon."—William L. Bird.—Laura Bridgman. The Drainage of the Everglades .......WILL WALLACE HARNEY 598 With Ten Maps. The Old Town Councillor: A Genre Study by a Landscape Painter .......J. R. TAIT 605 With Husky-haughty Lips, O Sea!—A Poem .........WALT WHITMAN 607 Nature's Serial Story.—IV. ........E. P. ROE 608 Illustrations. Drawn by FREDERICK DIELMAN and WILLIAM HAMILTON GIBSON. Engraved by KING, IRWIN, WOLF, MORSE, MARSH, and VARLEY. "Amy was soon busy sketching them."—Bluebirds.—Chickadees.—Snow-Bunting and Butcher-Bird.— Goldfinches.—Blue Jays. The Deliverance of Leyden.—A Poem ........CHARLES F. RICHARDSON 623 With One Illustration. Drawn by ALFRED FREDERICKS. Engraved by R. HOSKIN. "While weary Weeks and Months go by, and sad-eyed Watchers stand." The Picture.—A Story.—I. ........CHARLES READE 625 Editor's Easy Chair ......... 637 Tennyson's Elevation.—Another Word to Contributors.—Private Lives of Public Men.—Mrs. Howe's Margaret Fuller.—The Contest of Nightingales. Editor's Literary Record ......... 642 Life of Lord Lytton.—Schliemann's Troja.—Köstlin's Luther.—Stevens's Albert Gallatin.— Dyer's Folk-lore of Shakespeare.—James's Wild Tribes of the Soudan.—Blaikie's Sound Bodies for our Boys and Girls.—Recent Fiction. Editor's Historical Record .......... 650 Political Intelligence.—Disasters.—Obituary. Editor's Drawer ........... 651 March.—The Right of Discovering other People.—Uncle Jim's Yarn.—A Provocation.—A little Knowledge.—Mr. Bland's Petition.—Brother Nolly.—A deep Criticism.—An old Woman's Wit.—A Curious Epitaph.—Uncle Sy's Honesty.—A clever Editor.—"A little more Tempestuous, Pompey."—"Warn't doing nutting 'tall to 'em."—Worth a Licking.—The Silver-Wedding Guest.—The Value of Imagination.—The Author of "Speak Gently."—A Correction. [*WITH HUSKY-HAUGHTY LIPS, O SEA! 607*] day for the next three months. It was autumn again, and the visitors came fewer every afternoon, and the shadows fell earlier in the valley. One day there was a flutter in the family. The Stadtrath had remained away again. The next afternoon went by without his re-appearing, and the next. It was unerhört—quite incomprehensible! On the fourth day the Anzeiger contained, among other advertisements, this announcement in a black border: † It has pleased Divine Providence to remove from our midst our dearly beloved Son, Husband, and Uncle, the well-born Herr Stadtrath FRIEDRICH WILHELM KUPFERSCHMIED, Possessor of the Royal Red Eagle Order, IV. Class, in the 65th year of his age. He fell asleep in Peace, strengthened by the ministration of the Holy Sacraments. GERTRUDE KUPFERSCHMIED, born Schmidt, Mother. AGNES KUPFERSCHMIED, born Weber, Wife. MARIE SCHMIDT, Niece. For the mourning relatives. Pray for Him. WITH HUSKY-HAUGHTY LIPS, O SEA! With husky-haughty lips, O Sea! Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imagining to my sense thy varied strange suggestions, Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal, Thy ample smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun, Thy brooding scowl and murk—thy unloos'd hurricanes, Thy unsubduedness, caprices, willfulness; Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears—a lack from all eternity in thy content (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest—no less could make thee), Thy lonely state—something thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet never gain'st Surely some right withheld—some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of freedom-lover pent, Some vast heart, like a planet's chain'd and chafing in those breakers, By lengthen'd swell, and spasm, and panting breath, And rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves, And serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter, And undertones of distant lion roar (Sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf ear—but now, rapport for once, A phantom in the night thy confidant for once), The first and last confession of the globe, Outsurging, muttering from thy soul's abysms, The tale of cosmic elemental passion, Thou tellest to a kindred soul.NATURE'S SERIAL STORY. IV. WHEN Amy awoke on the following morning she was almost dazzled, so brilliant was the light that flooded the room. Long, quiet sleep and the elasticity of youth had banished all depression from mind and body, and she sprang eagerly to the window that she might see the effects of the storm, expecting to witness its ravages on every side. Imagine her wonder and delight when, instead of wide-spread wreck and ruin, a scene of indescribable beauty met her eyes! The snow had draped all things in white. The trees that had seemed so gaunt and skeleton-like as they writhed and moaned in the gale were now clothed with a beauty surpassing that of their summer foliage, for every branch, even to the smallest twig, had been incased in the downy flakes. The evergreens looked like old-time gallants well powdered for a festival. The shrubbery of the garden was scarcely more than mounds of snow. The fences had almost disappeared; while away as far as the eye could reach all was sparkling whiteness. Nature was like a bride adorned for her nuptials. Under the earlier influences of the gale the snow had drifted here and there, making the undulations of her robe, and under the cloudless sun every crystal glittered, as if over all had been flung a profusion of diamond dust. Nor did she seem a cold, pallid bride without heart or gladness. Her breath was warm and sweet, and full of an indefinable suggestion of spring. She seemed to stand radiant in maidenly purity and loveliness, watching in almost breathless expectation the rising of the sun above the eastern mountains. A happy group gathered at the breakfast table that morning. Rest of mind and thankfulness of heart had conduced to refreshing repose, and the brightness of the new day was reflected in every face. Burt's ankle was painful, but this was a slight matter in contrast with what might have been his fate. He had insisted on being dressed and brought to the lounge in the breakfast-room. Webb seemed wonderfully restored, and Amy thought he looked almost handsome in his unwonted animation. Dr. Marvin exclaimed, exultingly: "Miss Amy, you can begin the study of ornithology at once. There are blue-birds all about the house, and you have no idea what exquisite bits of color they are against the snow on this bright morning. After breakfast you must go out and greet these first arrivals from the south." "Yes, Amy," put in Leonard, laughing, "it's a lovely morning for a stroll. The snow is only two feet deep, and drifted in many places higher than your head. The 'beautiful snow' brings us plenty of prose in the form of back-aching work with our shovels." "No matter," said Webb; "it has also brought us warmth, exquisitely pure air, and a splendid covering for grass and grain that will be apt to last well into the spring. Anything rather than mud and the alternate freezing and thawing that are as provoking as a capricious friend." "Why, Webb, what a burst of sentiment!" said Burt. "Doctor, the bluebirds seem to come like the south wind that Leonard says is blowing this morning," Mrs. Clifford remarked. "Where were they last night? and how have they reached us after such a storm?" "I imagine that those we hear this morning have been with us all winter, or they may have arrived before the storm. I scarcely remember a winter when I have not seen some around, and their instinct guides them where to find shelter. When the weather is very cold they are comparatively silent, but even a January thaw will make them tuneful. They are also migrants, and have been coming northward for a week or two past, and this accounts for the numbers this morning. Poor little things! they must have had a hard time of it last night, wherever they were." "Oh, I do wish I could make them know how glad I'd be to take them in and keep them warm every cold night!" shy Johnnie whispered to her mother. "They have a better mother than even you could be," said the doctor, nodding at the little girl. "Have all the bluebirds a mother?" she asked, with wondering eyes. "Indeed they have, and all the other birds also, and this mother takes care of them the year around--Mother Nature, that's her name. Your heart may be big enough, but your house would not begintrembling and tottering under [?] not a good time to remove the props that support it. With Husky-Haughty Lips, O Sea! With husky-haughty lips, O Sea! Where day and night I wend thy surf-beat shore, Imagining to my sense thy varied strange suggestions Thy troops of white-maned racers racing to the goal, Thy ample, smiling face, dash'd with the sparkling dimples of the sun. Thy brooding scowl and murk—thy unloos'd hurricanes,, Thy unsubduedness, caprices, wilfulness; Great as thou art above the rest, thy many tears— a lack from all eternity in thy content, (Naught but the greatest struggles, wrongs, defeats, could make thee greatest—no less could make thee,) Thy lonely state—something thou ever seek'st and seek'st, yet never gain'st, Surely some right withheld—some voice, in huge monotonous rage, of freedom-lover pent, Some vast heart, like a planet's chain'd and chafing in those beakers, By lengthen'd swell, and spasm, and panting breath, Any rhythmic rasping of thy sands and waves, And serpent hiss, and savage peals of laughter, And undertones of distant lion roar, (Sounding, appealing to the sky's deaf ear— but now, rapport for once, A phantom in the night thy confidant for once,) The first and last confession of the globe, Outsurging, muttering from thy soul's abysms, The tale of cosmic elemental passion, Thou tellest to a kindred soul. Walt Whitman in Harper's for March '84 [Looking for Dry Land. From the Chicago Times. At the present moment the Ohio man is looking for dry land about as anxiously as for a government office.]a late hour no arrest had been made. A colored man was seen walking down Market street with the robe under his arm, but he looked like a groom or hostler and no one thought that he was the thief. The doctor now has to buy another covering or shiver during his rides while attending patients. Sent to Blackwood. Yesterday Joseph Chambers, who has been cared for at the city hall for some days, where he was suffering from typhoid fever, was taken to the almshouse hospital at Blackwood yesterday. His sufferings have been very much aggravated by the lack of suitable facilities for giving him proper care. Convicts Taken to Trenton. Sheriff Gibbs this morning took to the state prison at Trenton Ella Kane, convicted of larceny, and Appley Savage, convicted of breaking with intent to enter. They were sentenced to one year each. Parvin's Fine Paid. George Parvin, convicted at present term of court of assault and battery upon Officer Wright, and sentenced to pay a fine of $50, has liquidated the plenary debt and was discharged this morning. To Visit Trenton. On Monday night the members of the Liedertafel of this city are to visit Trenton to attend the ball to be given by the Liedertafel of that city. Quite a number are making preparations to go.