Johnson, Dr., and Carlyle John Burroughs 142 Knight, the Yeoman, and the Prioress, The, On the Receipt of his Mother's Picture People at Wuthering Heights. The Charlotte Bronte Picture of Wild Nature on the Mississippi, A, Pied Piper of Hamelin, The Châteaubriand 124 Cowper 315 172 238 55 58 Robert Burns 122 Thomas Carlyle 199 Cowper 296 9 Emily Bronté 26 Elizabeth Barrett Browning 60 233 Wilkie Collins 263 Charles F. Browne 40 Prisoner of Chillon. The Pilgrims Progress, The Author's Apology for His, Protest against Pharisaism, A Red, Red Rose, A Resignation Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner, The Rochester's Serenade Rome. To Rustic Scene. A Sancho Panza in His İsland Robert Burns Thomas Chatterton S. T. Coleridge Lord Byron Charlotte Bronté S. T. Coleridge 259 217 Scots Wha Hae Self-Control. On Lord Chesterfield 247 She Walks in Beauty Lord Byron 149 Shipwreck, The Lord Byron 175 Sleep, The Elizabeth Barrett Browning 56 Star Spangled Banner Scene, The George W. Cable 177 Edward Bulwer-Lytton 101 Tears Teufelsdrockh's Night View of the City. Thanatopsis Waterfowl. To a Thomas Carlyle 204 William Cullen Bryant William Blake 82 6 168 95 • William Cullen Bryant Cha les F. Browne WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM BLAKE, painter, engraver and poet, born in London, 1757; died 1827. He invented a new process of engraving and many of his own sketches he transferred to the plate. In his later years he produced a number of poems of striking originality. L THE LAMB ITTLE lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Little lamb, I'll tell thee; VOL. II 5 T THE TIGER NIGER, tiger, bùrning bright In what distant deep or skies And what shoulder and what art What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? When the stars threw down their spears And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, CHARLOTTE BRONTÉ CHARLOTTE BRONTÉ, novelist, born in Thornton, England, in 1816; died at Haworth in 1855. Her first books were written under the name of "Currer Bell." She wrote "Shirley in 1849, and her real name became at once known to the reading public, as many of the incidents of the story were recognized. "Jane Eyre," although her first effort, ranks as her best, and has taken its place among English classics. A PROTEST AGAINST PHARISAISM (From Preface to Second Edition of "Jane Eyre") O that class in whose eyes whatever is unusual Tthat chas, whose care detect in eis protest against bigotry-that parent of crime-an insult to piety, that regent of God on earth, I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions; I would remind them of certain simple truths. Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impious hand to the crown of thorns. These things and deeds are diametrically opposed; they are as distinct as vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be confounded: appearance should not be mistaken for truth; narrow human doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ. There is-I repeat it—a difference; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly and clearly the line of separation between them. The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth-to let whitewashed walls vouch for clean shrines. It may hate him who dares to scrutinize and expose-to raise the gilding, and show base metal under it—to penetrate the sepulchre, and reveal charnel relics: but hate as it will, it is indebted to him. Ahab did not like Micaiah, because he never prophesied good concerning him, but evil: probably he liked the sycophant son of Chenaanah better; yet might Ahab have escaped a bloody death, had he but stopped his ears to flattery, and opened them to faithful counsel. There is a man in our own days whose words are not framed to tickle delicate ears; who, to my thinking, comes before the great ones of society much as the son of Imlah came before the throned kings of Judah and Israel; and who speaks truth as deep, with a power as prophet-like and as vital— a mien as dauntless and as daring. Is the satirist of “Vanity Fair” admired in high places? I cannot tell; but I think if some of those amongst whom he hurls the Greek-fire of his sarcasm, and over whom he flashes the levin-brand of his denunciation, were to take his warnings in time-they or their seed might yet escape a fatal Ramoth-Gilead. Why have I alluded to this man? I have alluded to him, reader, because I think I see in him an intellect profounder and more unique than his contemporaries have yet recognized; because I regard him as the first social regenerator of the day-as the very master of that working corps who would restore to rectitude the warped system of things. |