. The library of American history, literature and biography .. . Fairchild, the loveliness of whose charac-ter is hinted in some of his sweetest productions. The one beginning 0 fairest of the rural maids, was written some years before their marriage; and The Future Life, one of tbenoblest and most pathetic of his poems, is addressed to her:— In meadows fanned by Heavens life-breathing wind,In the resplendence of that glorious sphereAnd larger movements of the unfettered thou foi^et the love that joined us here ? « Will not thy own meek heart demand me there,— That heart whose fondes
. The library of American history, literature and biography .. . Fairchild, the loveliness of whose charac-ter is hinted in some of his sweetest productions. The one beginning 0 fairest of the rural maids, was written some years before their marriage; and The Future Life, one of tbenoblest and most pathetic of his poems, is addressed to her:— In meadows fanned by Heavens life-breathing wind,In the resplendence of that glorious sphereAnd larger movements of the unfettered thou foi^et the love that joined us here ? « Will not thy own meek heart demand me there,— That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given?My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,And wilt tb*! never utter it in heaven ? Among his best-known poems are A Forest Hymn, The Death of theFlowers, Lines to a Waterfowl, and The Planting of the Apple-Tree. Oneof the greatest of his works, though not among the most popular, is his translationof Homer, which he completed when seventy-seven years of age. Bryant had a marvellous memory. His familiarity with the English poets was. WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT. 3^9 guch that when at sea, where he was always too ill to read much, he would beguilethe time by reciting page after page from favorite authors. However long thevoyage, he never exhausted his resources. I once proposed, says a friend, togend for a copy of a magazine in which a new poem of his was announced to need not send for it, said he, I can give it to you. Then you have a copy■with you? said I. No, he replied, but I can recall it, and thereupon proceededimmediately to write it out. I congratulated him upon having such a faithfulmemory. If allowed a little time, he replied, I could recall every line of poetryI have ever written. His tenderness of the feelings of others, and his earnest desire always to avoid thegiving of unnecessary pain, were very marked. Soon after I began to do theduties of literary editor, writes an associate, Mr. Bryant, who was reading areview of a little book
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