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steel."
Even Thomas Jefferson, in his terrible denunciation of Slavery in the Notes on Virginia, says "It is impossible to be temperate and pursue the subject of Slavery." After the great contest was over, no class of the American people were more ready, with kind words and deprecation of harsh retaliation, to welcome back the revolted States than the Abolitionists; and none have since more heartily rejoiced at the fast increasing prosperity of the South.
Grateful for the measure of favor which has been accorded to my writings, I leave this edition with the public. It contains all that I care to re-publish, and some things which, had the matter of choice been left solely to myself, I should have omitted.
J. G. W.
NARRATIVE AND LEGENDARY POEMS
THE VAUDOIS TEACHER.
This poem was suggested by the account given of the manner which the Waldenses disseminated their principles among the Catholic gentry. They gained access to the house through their occupation as peddlers of silks, jewels, and trinkets. "Having disposed of some of their goods," it is said by a writer who quotes the inquisitor Rainerus Sacco, "they cautiously intimated that they had commodities far more valuable than these, inestimable jewels, which they would show if they could be protected from the clergy. They would then give their purchasers a Bible or Testament; and thereby many were deluded into heresy." The poem, under the title Le Colporteur Vaudois, was translated into French by Professor G. de Felice, of Montauban, and further naturalized by Professor Alexandre Rodolphe Vinet, who quoted it in his lectures on French literature, afterwards published. It became familiar in this form to the Waldenses, who adopted it as a household poem. An American clergyman, J. C. Fletcher, frequently heard it when he was a student, about the year 1850, in the theological seminary at Geneva, Switzerland, but the authorship of the poem was unknown to those who used it. Twenty-five years later, Mr. Fletcher, learning the name of the author, wrote to the moderator of the Waldensian synod at La Tour, giving the information. At the banquet which closed the meeting of the synod, the moderator announced the fact, and was instructed in the name of the Waldensian church to write to me a letter of thanks. My letter, written in reply, was translated into Italian and printed throughout Italy.
"O LADY fair, these silks of mine
are beautiful and rare,--?The richest web of the Indian loom, which beauty's
queen might wear;?And my pearls are pure as thy own fair neck, with whose
radiant light they vie;?I have brought them with me a weary way,--will my
gentle lady buy?"
The lady smiled on the worn old man through the
dark and clustering curls?Which veiled her brow, as she bent to view his
silks and glittering pearls;?And she placed their price in the old man's hand
and lightly turned away,?But she paused at the wanderer's earnest call,--
"My gentle lady, stay!
"O lady fair, I have yet a gem which a purer
lustre flings,?Than the diamond flash of the jewelled crown on
the lofty brow of kings;?A wonderful pearl of exceeding price, whose virtue
shall not decay,?Whose light shall be as a spell to thee and a
blessing on thy way!"
The lady glanced at the mirroring steel where her
form of grace was seen,?Where her eye shone clear, and her dark locks
waved their clasping pearls between;?"Bring forth thy pearl of exceeding worth, thou
traveller gray and old,?And name the price of thy precious gem, and my
page shall count thy gold."
The cloud went off from the pilgrim's brow, as a
small and meagre book,?Unchased with gold or gem of cost, from his
folding robe he took!?"Here, lady fair, is the pearl of price, may it prove
as such to thee?Nay, keep thy gold--I ask it not, for the word of
God is free!"
The hoary traveller went his way, but the gift he
left behind?Hath had its pure and perfect work on that highborn
maiden's mind,?And she hath turned from the pride of sin to the
lowliness of truth,?And given her human heart to God in its beautiful
hour of youth
And she hath left the gray old halls, where an evil
faith had power,?The courtly knights of her father's train, and the
maidens of her bower;?And she hath gone to the Vaudois vales by lordly
feet untrod,?Where the poor and needy of earth are rich in the
perfect love of God!?1830.
THE FEMALE MARTYR.
Mary G-----, aged eighteen, a "Sister of Charity," died in one of our Atlantic cities, during the prevalence of the Indian cholera, while in voluntary attendance upon the sick.
"BRING out your dead!" The midnight street?Heard and gave back the hoarse, low call;?Harsh fell the tread of hasty feet,?Glanced through the dark the coarse white sheet,?Her coffin and her pall.?"What--only one!" the brutal hack-man said,?As, with an oath, he spurned away the dead.
How sunk the inmost hearts of all,?As rolled that dead-cart slowly by,?With creaking wheel and harsh hoof-fall!?The dying turned him to the