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It has a majesty of expression and a greatness of thought which makes Longfellow's "Psalm of Life" seem weak and even common-place. The whole poem is pitched in the same key, and Cranch never equalled it again, excepting once, and then in a very different manner. Rev.
I reckon it was pretty hard on the old man, at his time of life, and wrapped up as he was in the girl; but at the moment he came up to the scratch like a man." "And to save him you have deceived me? Thank you, Senor," said the girl with a mock curtsey. "I reckon I preferred to have you for a wife than a daughter," said Cranch, "if that's what you mean.
He turned slowly and appeared to glide rather than move under the trees, until the dark shadow of the Mission tower met and encompassed him. Cranch followed him with anxious eyes. Then he removed the quid of tobacco from his cheek. "Just as I reckoned," remarked he, quite audibly. "He's clean gold on the bed rock after all!" That night Father Pedro dreamed a strange dream.
When at last, in a hollow voice which reverberated through the scene loft, Cranch had ended, the younger man jumped forward with his eyes blazing, his hands clenched, his nostrils distended. "What is wrong with my wife now?" he roared. "You know. Tell me or I'll tear you to pieces!" There was a moment in which the place was as still as a tomb.
Because I knew then, in one look, that John Chalmers and Monty Cranch were one. I had met him for the second time a wreck of a man a murderer. But the mystery of a woman's heart ! "Well," I heard Mr. Roddy say, "are we going to hang him?" "No," I cried, like a wild thing. "No, Judge. No! No! No!" "And why not?" he asked, glaring at me. "It's against your oath, sir," I said, like one inspired.
The Tennyson review is very fine. I think she understands him well. Perhaps she is too masculine a woman to judge correctly his delicacy; but she does the whole thing well. Cranch has just painted a scene from the "Lady of Shalott," the scene "In among the bearded barley, The reaping late and early," etc.
Men of great force, like Macaulay and Emerson, who impress their personality on the times in which they live, communicate evil as well as good; but Cranch had no desire to influence his fellow men, and for this reason his influence was of a purer quality. It was like the art of Albert Durer.
"You mean of your own relations, sir," said Mary, well used to the old man's way of speech. He nodded slightly and she went on. "Mr. Jonah Featherstone and young Cranch are sleeping here." "Oh ay, they stick, do they? and the rest they come every day, I'll warrant Solomon and Jane, and all the young uns? They come peeping, and counting and casting up?" "Not all of them every day. Mr.
"Thou takest my daughter, Senor Cranch," continued the old man, carried away by his emotion; "but the American nation gives me a son." "You know not what you say, father," said the young girl, angrily, exasperated by a slight twinkle in the American's eye. "Not so," said Cranch. "Perhaps one of the American nation may take him at his word."
Cranch a letter which began with "O ye Bedouins"; and it is true that until that time he can hardly be said to have had a habitation of his own. He extended his migration as minister-at-large from Bangor, Maine, to Louisville, Kentucky.
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