, or poems in which Italian localities are indicated,
and we have, if not German poems, several spirited translations from
German song. But we recall nothing, in his verse, of which England
alone was the inspiration. Yet he was, and is, admired in the land of
his fathers. A proof of this fact is contained in the second volume of
Beattie's "Life of Campbell." "I went with him one evening," says the
writer (May 29, 1841), "to the opening of the Exhibition, in Suffolk
Place. It had been arranged that he should read something, and he
chose the 'Thanatopsis' of Bryant. A deep silence followed; the
audience crowded round him; but when he came to the closing paragraph,
his admiration almost choked his voice: 'Nothing finer had ever been
written!'"

The first illustrated edition of Mr. Bryant's poetical works was
published in 1846, at Philadelphia. It was a creditable piece of art
work, considering the then condition of art in America--the designs
being drawn by Leutz, an accomplished academician of the Duesseldorf
school, who strove to make up in vigor and picturesqueness what he
lacked in sentiment and feeling. A second illustrated edition was
issued a few years later in New York. The illustrations were drawn on
wood, many by Birket Foster, and the engraving and printing were done
in England. This method of producing a fine edition of a favorite
American writer would hardly suit a protectionist, but, then, Mr.
Bryant was not a protectionist--as who is in literature?

The last twenty-five years of Mr. Bryant's life differed but little
from those which preceded them. That is to say, they were spent in
journalism, diversified, now and then, by the publication of a new
volume of poems, and by several journeys on the Continent. The result
of these journeys was given to the public in the shape of letters in
the _Evening Post_, which letters have been collected in two or three
volumes. Mr. Bryant's prose is admirable--a model of good English,
simple, manly, felicitous. That its excellence has not been
universally recognized and--what generally follows recognition in this
country--imitated, is owing to several circumstances; as that it
originally appeared in the crowded columns of a daily journal; that
the American's appetite for works of travel demands more stimulating
food than Mr. Bryant chose to give it, and that his poetry has
overshadowed everything else that he did. Few believe that a poet can
write well in prose, and those