FITZ -GREENE HALLECK A MEMORIAL F,S. Cozzens UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA DAVIS ^^^^SKOSOSS OP SSSSSSSSESS?^ FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. A MEMORIAL Frederic S. Cozzens ft ft. tecjHfiii '9W^*4Ml UNIVERSITY MICROFILMS, INC. A Subsidiary of Xerox Corporation Ann Arbor ft FITZ-GREEtfE HALLECK. A MEMORIAL. FREDERIC S. COZZENS.. rro K m mnr Ton XVTOUCAL MORT. JAXVABT . tm NEW YORK: MOOOCLXTm. 1 t&m. V*~K : "ism %&'7fy#y\.'' ^W ^, ...*.' : : r\%^&&sp% wiii^- ' "sr^s, ? ;i sis %: m . Emu*, MoordlBf U Act f Coofliw*, to Ik* ywr SMI, Vf FIIEDERIC 8. COEZEKS. ImUClcrkViOffleof tb DUtrtet Conrt of th* United Rut for the 8.Mthcra Jitrirtof N.wYork. Tb Tw A Sinni Book Xunff Os 41, 49, 90 Gran* SC. X.T. FITZ-GREENE HALLECK A MEMORIAL. MR. DcYCKEfoc, the Chairman of the Committee to which I hare the honor to belong, has prepared some resolution*, expressive of the sin cere grief which this Society feels at the recent decease of Frrz-G RHLVE HALLCCK. It devolve* upon me, in accordance with a time-honored custom, to introduce them with a brief review of the career of our late illustrious associate. I am aware, however, of an increasing hoarseness, which will prevent mo addressing yon in person ; and as our excellent librarian, Mr. MOOBE, has, at my solicitation, promised to take the load off my shoulders, I am only too happy to band these papers to him. Tins is A NEW YORK HISTORICAL SOCIETY. It is a living register of deeds and men. From its accumula tions of the records of the past of the records of our common Country in general we torn with more af fectionate interest to those themes which are peculiar ly local) to those acts which have added a lustre to this city, to those actors who have lived, and breath ed, and moved among us ; who have formed a part of our crowded streets, and our busy thoroughfares. 4 FmGREKXE JlAHJlCIC. If Longfellow should die, the ntreeta of Boston would be draped in mourning ! But although we display no outward signs of grief, we feel not less keenly, that there is a vacant space among us ; that a statue has fallen from its familiar pedestal ; that a spark of immortal fire has !x;en quenched forever ; and that he who used to he, peculiarly, the intellect ual soul and centre of this vast metropolis, now lies silent, in a narrow grave, at Guilford ! A brief biographical sketch, collected from various sources, may l>e not uninteresting. Fitz-Grccne llalleck was born in Guilford, Con necticut, July 3th, 1700. On his mother'* ride, lie was descended from the famous John Eliot, u the Apostle to the Indians," and his* father filled an in considerable position, during the Revolutionary war, under Sir Henry Clinton. " My father," said llalleck to me, " was a British Commissary. But I am inclined to believe that this high-sounding title was a fiction. British and other commissaries, in the army, usually accumulate fortunes ; but as my father made nothing out of the war, I think he must have been a tnthr. And my opinion is," continued he, " that as a sutleq transacts his business upon his own capital, and a commissary draws his funds from the military chest, that the chances of being an honest man are in favor offltetntkrl* In 1814 we find Mr. llalleck a clerk of Jacob Barker. The late Daniel Embury, formerly Presi dent of the Atlantic Bank of Brooklyn, at that time was Mr. Barker's cashier. He always spoke of llal leck with almost boyish affection. " When I found," paid he, u that Jacob Barker's affairs were in such a state that an honest cashier conld not remain with him, I spoke to Hal leek about them, for I had deter mined to leave his office, and urged him to do BO like wise. But Halleck replied, 'Xo ! I will not desert the sinking slip; I will remain at my post When misfortune comes, that is the very time to stand by one's friends.' And so," said Mr. Embury, tt I left the office of Mr. Barker, and entered into the employ of John Jacob Astor. Some years after, Halleck fol lowed me. By-and-by he rose to V Astor's chief book-keeper and confidential clerk." It is very well known that Mr. Astor left Mr. Halleck in his will, when tlie latter was in the height of his fame, and pretty well advanced in years, an an nuity of two hundred dollars. It is very well known, also, that Mr. Win. B. Astor added to this a gift of ten thousand dollars. It was the first gift ever given by a wealthy man to a poet, in this country. It was certainly noble and generous. Opulence often pays thousands of dollars for a picture, to secrete in a pri vate gallery ; but the greater artist, the Poet, whose works ennoble mankind, is too often forgotten. I asked Mr. Embury, one day, why it was that John Jacob Astor had left Halleck, his faithful clerk, only this trifling sum. * 4 1 think I can explain that,* he said. u Halleck often used to joke Mr. Astor about his accumulating income, and perhaps rather rashly said, * Mr. Astor, of what use is all this money to you ? I would be content to live upon a coupls of hundreds a-year, for the rest of my life, if I was only sure of it.' The old man remembered that," said Mr. Embury, $ u and with a bitter satire, reminded Halleck of it in The commercial life of Halleck is interesting, in somuch that it exhibits a chivalric sense of duty, and a noble disinterestedness. His first experience in New York brought him in contact with much subtle trickery and artful maneuvering ; his later years ex posed him to all the allurements which the accumu lation of vast wealth, under his eyes, could furnish. But he was superior to either ; and could alike hon estly stand by Jacob Barker amid the wreck of his financial machinery, and indulge in quiet Kin-asms on John Jacob Astor while the latter was building his colossal fortune. In fa<;t, ht h'i'l a platform of hi* own, and he tsto&l itj>on iff Money, whether honestly or dis honestly acquired, had no part in his aspirations. His birth-gift was poetry. He was a poet born, not made by circumstances. Not that ho despised wealth, not that he despised rank, not that he des pised power. "No a born poet ; it hi* cradle-fire The Mufc nurpHl him a* their bud unblown, Aud gare him, as lib mind grew tnjh and A^Vr, Their ducal Btrawbcrnr leaf* enwreathcd renown." It was that wreath he coveted. He wrought for it earnestly, he won it honestly, but in his sweet hu mility he never wore it. One of the greatest charms of Halleck's character was his innate modesty. lie did not care to rush into print In the earlier part of his life, his poems were published anonymously. Like Irving, and A MEMORIAL. 7 Drake, and Bryant, with a true gentlemanly instinct, he shrank from popular applause. But when the author of u Fanny,* and the co-author of the u Croak ers," could no longer preserve his disguise ; when his old publisher, Coleman, broke the seals of secresy, and he stood revealed ; when he was sought after by the best society in New York, (and what a brilliant society it was in those grand old days !) when he was exposed to all the adulations of fashion, wealth, and intellect, he preserved his quiet balance, his modest, gentlemanly demeanor, and lived and moved an example worthy of imitation. When we reflect that, ut this time, 1 hillock was the most popular poet in the country, for Drake was dead and Bryant scarcely known, and that no other American poet could be called his rival, we may well admire that unpretending modesty which always formed the chief charm in his character. Upon one occasion, in after- years, when he was invited to a brilliant party in New York, he declined the invitation, and said, quiet-* ly, to a friend, " I always avoided notoriety in my earlier days, and I am too old a lion now to shake my mane in a lady's drawing-room." "While I have made the endeavor to bring before you a faint sketch of the character of the man, which you have done me the honor to invite me to elucidate, permit me to give a glance at the opposite of such a^ poet, and show you a Poet's Critic. There is a class of unfortunates in this and in other literary countries, who, although blest with undoubted genius, are compelled by Fate and Publishers to blossom once a month. They are known by Gods and 8 Fm-GREEys HALLECK. Men as Magazine critics. They are the Euclids of imaginative composition, and reduce every thing in the sphere of fancy to a demonstration. Twelve times a year do these "inglorious Miltons" appear upon the surface of the earth. Twelve times a year are they quietly buried. As time rolls on, Posterity rakes among the ashes of the Past for some live coals of genius, but it never disturbs the dust of critics. A magazine a month old is very old indeed. It is true, that some undiscriminating persons invoke the aid of the book binder, and preserve these volumes, persons with palatial residences, and a yawning chaos of shelves in that part of the mansion which the architect has set apart as The Library. Its lower rounds are filled with standard works ; and then the Magazines, in rich bindings, are high uplifted above the topmost round of the library-ladder. There in dust and cobwebs row on row the serried volumes stand ! never to *be disturbed except by the Auctioneer. Prominent among the contributors to these luckless volumes are the literary critics. They vainly imagine that they have been hewing their way to the fore most rank in public opinion. 15y detracting from the reputation of those who have earned their bitter laurels amidst toil, and poverty, and privation they presume that the path to that glorious Temple is open and secure to them. It is a most unfortunate mis take. The true path for an American author to take is not to under-ratc " Fanny * or the " Croaker?," not to show how " Alnwick Castle " or "Marco Bozzaris n might have been improved, if the creator of these A MEMORIAL. 9 poems bad only been instructed properly in metre by the modest reviewer, but to write a poem equal to any of them. That there are faults in these compo sitions may be true. But we may as well remember also, that although a thousand nameless architects have written essays to show how the Leaning Tower of Pisa should have l>ecn built, it still continues to hold its reputation as one of the Seven Wonders of the world, and still continue* to lean. Pardon this digression, and let me return to the direct path. " The Evening Twilight of the Heart," an exquisite poem, was published in the Evening Post, in Octo ber, 1818. Bryant's " Thanatopsis" preceded this poem two years. These we may call the corner-stones of American Poetry, hewn from the native quarry. But the first efforts of genius do not always invoke the dear delightful responses of applauding thou sands. Those who toil in the republic of letters often waste the midnight sweat of the brow in vain ; at least, many years elapse before they are recog nized. Bryant's " Thanatopsis," and I falleck's "Twilight of the Heart," fell dead upon the public ear; for po etic taste had as yet been little cultivated in our country, forty years ago. It is true that Philip Freneau, that brave old son of New York ! had written some admirable poems during the Revolutionary war, some lines of which Byron, Campbell, and Scott did not hesitate to appropriate. 10 FmQRXEsrx HALLECK. M The Boater and the Deer, * shade," was adopted by Campbell, She wlk* the water 8k ft thing of Uf," was gathered under the wing of Byron. And Sir Walter Scott, in the introduction to the Third Canto of Marmion, made use of a striking image of our poet. Scott's lines are : "When PHI*,!* harried to the field And snatched the fpcarbut left tb shield.* But in Freneau's poem on the battle of Eutair, he says: "They saw tbeir injured country** woe, The flaming tovn*, the wasted fields, They rushed to meet th* insulting foe. They took the ptar but left the shield." It is pleasing to recall these few lines of an ancient Knickerbocker poet. They are perhaps the only lines that were ever stolen in those days by eminent Brit ish authors, from this side of the Atlantic. But the ode "To Ennui," published in the N. Y. Evening Post, March 10th, 1810, and written by another Knickerbocker poet, Dr. Joseph Hodman Drake, and signed u Croaker," was the spark that first fired the poetic train in America. This was followed the next day by another playful strain from the same pen, entitled " On prettiiting the Freedom of tie City in a Gold Box to a great General? the great General being Andrew Jackson, afterwards President of the United States, as some of the oldest members of the Historical Society may remember. On the very next day appeared the " Secret Jfine" A MEMORIAL. 11 alluding to the toast of General Jackson at the Tain- many Dinner ; on the next day appeared the tt Epittle to Mr. Potter, tfo Vtntriloquitt ; " on the next day, " T/te Lattery War? all written by Dr. Drake ; and on the same day (the 15th of ^larch), Halleck's Ad dress to Mr. Simpson, then manager of the old Park Theatre, signed Croaker, jr., and on the day after that, Drake's invitation to his unknown rival, proposing to make a pcetical firm, as appears by the well- known verses : TO CROAKER, JR. M Tour Land, in j dear Junior ! we're all in a flame To KM? a few more of your flashes ! The Croaken for ever ! I'm proud of the name, But brother, I fear, though our cause i* the nine, We altall quarrel like ttrutus and Cataiu*. " But why should we do eo ! 'Us false what they teO, That poets ran never be cronies ; Vnbuckle your harness, in peace let us dwell, Our goose-quilts will canter together as well As a pair oi Prime's mouse-colored ponies. * Once blended in M .int. well make our appeal, And by law be incorporate too ; Apply for a charter in crackers to deal, A fly-flapper rampant shall fhine on our seal, And the firm shall be Croaker & Co. Fun ! prosper the Union smile, Fate, on iU birth; Miss Atropoc, shut up your scbeors; Together well range through the regions of mirth, A pair of bright Gemini, dropt on the earth, The Castor and Pollux of quixze.-a." IB this local ? The only allusion in it to New York, is Prime's mouse-colored ponies. But the head of the firm of Prime, Ward fc King, famous bankers in 12 FmGRERy* HALI.BCK. those days, would Lave no objection for his name to be sent down to posterity in a note, in the appendix to this moat musical poem. As I have said before, the first Croaker paper was published in the Evening Post, MarchHtOtb, 1S19^__ The epistle rt To Croaker, Junior,' 1 saw the light on the 1 Oth of the same month. But besides these daily contributions to the Post, Drake had written a poem, and Hallcck had written another, for the Ifationttl A million, but a man of a million, and in this case the indefinite article is of greater value than the definite. 9 * Upon the same occasion he referred to one or two luckless orators, who, in attempting to eulogize a man ; whose genius they did not comprehend, fell into some ludicrous mistakes. In alluding to this he said, "Poor Burns ! he belonged to the militia, and his last dying request was, 4 Don't let the awkward squad fire over my grave.' The other night, at that dinner, the awk ward squad were firing away over his gravo just as hard as ever." In his opinion, Faulconbridge in King John was Shakespeare's greatest creation the most A IfKXORIAL. 19 | truthful, ehivalric, and original. Upon one occasion Halleck told me that he had not received over a thousand dollars in all his life, for all his writings. This was before he had received the handsome sum of five hundred dollars from Mr. Bonner, of the "Ledg er," for Young America. " My first publisher failed," said he, ** and this deterred me from venturing upon a literary life, and placed me in a counting-room.'" He had a qm*i admiration for lecturers. " I was in New Haven the other day, r Halleck said, lifting his hat with that deferential air which always made a point in his discourses, " I was in New Haven, and you know that New Haven is to Connecticut, what Bos ton is to Massachusetts the intellectual centre of the State. The ladies of New H.iven are highly educated, literary women, and as charming as any ladies can IKJ anywhere. Well, one of these charming ladies said to me, 'Oh, Mr. Halleck ! you should have been here a few evenings ago ! We had such a delightful time! Mr. Curtis was here, and he gave us a lecture upon Sydney Smith. It was an evening to be re membered a perfect feast of good things, and we listened to every word that dropped from his lips as if they were perfect pearls.'" And here Halleck, lift ing his hat, as if he were addressing the lady in question, said, " Curtis is a very promising, good fel low ; perhaps sometime hereafter he may make his mark; but pray tell me, which Sydney Smith was the subject of the lecture?- Was it the hero of St. Jean d* Acre, or the eminent clergyman of the Edin burgh Review, the Dean of St. Paul'*, and the wit, whose writings are so celebrated ? Upon which," said 20 Fm-GRERSB JlAU.KCK. Halleck, with that familiar roll of the Bat, "the lady hesitated, dropped her eyca, and replied, * Mr. llalleck, I do not know which of them it wan, but I know it was one of tit w? And so," said Jlalleck, u I took some pains to inquire, and I found out that the lecture was not about either of the Sydney Smiths, but a lecture on Sir Philip Sydney." Halleck's admiration of the genius of Byron was such as only a poet can appreciate^ " You know," said he, u that Shakespeare has said, in King John, * To pild refined jrold, to paint th lilt. To Oi row a iH-rfumc on the violet. To smooth the ice, or add another huo I'uto the rniiilio,c>r 'uh taper-light To xcck the bcauteou* *; of Hcarcn to jraruUh, I* wasteful and ridiculous CXCVM ;* but Byron has gilt refined gold and added a perfume to the violet ; he has thrown a charm over the sculp tures of ancient Greece and Rome : in the dying gladiator, he recalls the 'bought* of 'his young barbarians there at play upon the banks of the fur-oft* Danube;' and again, too, 'the goddess lives in stone;* what a line that is ! and over all the structures on the castellated Rhine, over Italy, Spain, and ancient and modern Europe, he has added a charm to art, and thrown a perfume on the violets of history, with out * wasteful or ridiculous excess.' When you go to Rome, when you travel up the Rhine, take Childe Ilarold with you." If Halleck did not have a great admiration of publishers and booksellers, perhap* it sprung from the tuition of his commercial life. lie said to me one day, u The best part of my life was spent in a count- 21 ing-room. I know what ' account-sales ' means* and I never could get an * account-sales' from my publishers.* Upon one occasion, when I met him in the magnificent bookstore of one of the prominent pub lishers, and the principal of the firm was present, he said, with that familiar lifting of the hat, after the few preliminary remarks, "By the way, do you remember the story of Dr. Samuel Johnson dining falrind the #crtii? It is related that Dr. Johnson was invited by his publisher to diue with him, at the great table, when all the big wigs were to lx present. But Dr. Johnson declined, und took his dinner in quiet, behind a screen. The common story is, that Johnson excused himself, because his clothes were too shabby to appear before such high company. That is a historical mistake; Dr. Johnson, by his learning, by his genius, by his intellectual birth-gift, was a gentleman ; and as a gentleman, he would not dine with a publisher!" "When he was sitting to Elliott for his portrait, the latter said to him, "Mr. Ilalleek, when you were in England, you no doubt saw some of the eminent poets whom you admire so much, how did you like Wordsworth 2" "I did not see him," was the reply. 44 Well, of course you saw your favorite Campbell ? " a No, I did not see Campbell." u Indeed ! but you saw- Tom Moore I " " No, I did not see any of them. In fact, I was like Scott's stupid boy. lie went to his father and said, 'Father, I would like to travel through Europe to see the world, and I want you to supply me with the necessary funds for the purpose.' Upon which his father replied, * What you desire is very 22 Fm-OnKEys HALLECK. praiseworthy, and a creditable ambition worthy of a young man, and I would furnish you tbe means, did I not think your desire to see the world is not so great as my disinclination to have tie world see you. 1 I went," said Ilalleck, u to see the world, not to let the world see me/* (It must be remembered that Ilalleck visited Europe in 182 ft, before he was generally known as a writer.) Then he added, " If I went abroad now, I would have different ideas. If those great poets were living, I should like to sec them all.'* When he heard that Browning, the poet, was married to Miss Elizabeth Barrett, he said, " Ah, I am glad of it they will be able to understand each other." lie told an anecdote of Tom Moore and a Yankee lx>atman, one day, in illustration of a poet's fume : Where'er beneath the sk j of Heaven, The bird* of fame have flown. It seems the author of the tt Melodic*/* during a visit to America, had hired a boatman to convey him aero** Lake Ontario, from Lewisburg to Toronto. When they reached the latter place, Moore pulled out his purse to pay the fare, when the boatman, laying his hand upon the poet's wrist, said, u Not a cent from you, Tom Moore ! " " Why,**' said Moore, surprised, u how did you know my name?" "Oh!" said the boatman, U I read it on your trunk; and me, and my wife, and my children, all know your Melodies by heart, and we sing 'em too, and do you think I'd take a cent from you, Toin Moore I ** "It was the first time in my life," said Moore, " that I ever felt the fuluess of A MEMORIAL. 23 fame; it wan the greatest compliment ever paid me in my life !" There is DO book like the Old Testament for poetry. "Study th ancient Hebrew," lie wculd say, tt These be thy Gods, O Israel ! w He was annoyed at carping critics, who found fault with Irving'* Knickerbocker's History of New York. 4t There was no lxx)k like it ; it was the only original book of the kind. A travestie of history ! a travestie of what history! It is original, and full of Irving's genius. Historians are great pilferers from one another. A short time ago, I read a history of the siege of Quebec, in which the author stated that during the siege they drew the cannon on a *&e admired, respected, but more especially beloved. His address has nil the captivating lonJioinmie which is the leading feature of his poetry, and, indeed, of his whole moral nature. "With his friends he is all ardor, enthusiasm, and cordiality ; but to the world at large he is reserved, shunning society, into which he is seduced only with difficulty, and upon rare occa- ns." Miss Mitford, in her Recollections of a Literary Life, A MEMORIAL. 25 pays him a very high compliment, and quotes his " Young Thoughts have Music in them," from Fanny, and his lines to Drake. Samncl Rogers, writing to Irving, in 1837, says: 44 With Mr. IlalleckV Poems I was already acquaint ed, particularly with the first two in the volume, and I cannot say how much J admired them always. They are better than any thing we can do, just now, on our side the Atlantic. I hope he will not be idle, but continue long to delight us. "When he comes here ngain, h.c must not content himself with looking on the outside of my house, as I am told he did once, but knock and ring, and ask for me, as for an old ac quaintance. I should say, indeed, if I am here to be found ; for if he or you, my dear friend, delay your coming much longer, I shall have no hope of seeing cither of you on this side the grave." Rogers always spoke of Ilalleck, whenever his name was mentioned, in terms of highest praise. In the Messrs. Duyckinek's Cyclopaedia of American Lit erature, there is a fine appreciative notice of him, which I would gladly quote if time would permit; and the article contributed by Mr. James Lawson, of this city, to the Southern Literary Messenger, November 2.5th, 1843, although written with great cordiality, does not award to Mr. Ilalleck as high a position as he deserves. It is not assuming too much to say, that Ilalleck, in his line, has not been approached yet by any one in this country, and that his line is a very noble one indeed. There is one error in regard to Fanny, which should be corrected. It is generally said of it, that it 26 FlTZ-GnEBXR IlALLECK. is an imitation of Don Joan. Now, if yon tarn to Murray's edition of Byron's works, yon will find that the first part of Don Juan was published in London in 1819, and if you turn to the edition of "Fanny," printed in 1839, you will see that it is reprinted from the edition of 1821, which had been enlarged and re printed from the original edition of 1819. So that u Fanny" was published in the same year with Don Juan, and, of course, could not Le an imitation. In fact, Mr. Ilaileck told me that " Fanny " was pub lished before Don Juan had crossed the Atlantic, aud that he had adopted the versification of Beppo, one of Byron's miuor poems. But the story of Beppo is entirely different from either Fanny or Don Juan. The last effort of Ilulleck is, I believe, a little epi grammatic quatrain, which he handed me one day. It was written in a lady's album : * AH honor to woman, tb tweet-heart, the wife, The delight of the firetide by night and by day, Who never docs any thing wrong in her life, Except when permitted to have her own way." Mr. President, and fellow-members of the His torical Society : I cculd employ your time for some hours longer upon this interesting theme, but the hour allotted to me has expired, and I must close with a brief personal sketch of the subject of this memorial Mr. Ilaileck was of medium stature; his real height was probably five feet nine inches, although a slight inclination of the body forward, in what might be called a deferential attitude, made him appear less tall than he really was. He was always scrupulously 27 neat in his dress and person never over-dressed and his manners were equally plain and unpretending. He was totally devoid of affectation, and although shy of strangers, at times, yet this quality, springing as it did from an innate modesty, united with the most perfect good-breeding, seemed rather to set him oft among strangers, and make them feel more at home in his society than if he had been over-courteous or over-familiar. I remember, upon one occasion, when I had introduced him to a very talkative publisher, who said, " Have I, at last, the pleasure of taking the great Mr. Halleck by the hand? an honor I have coveted ever since I was a boy, and got his poems by heart," and more of that sort, that Halleck became suddenly very deaf, put his hand to his ear to try to make out what was said to him, and with a sad, puzzled expression on his face, shook his head as if it said, Dear me, I can't hear a word of all this, what a pity ! and yet all this was done in such a kindly, gentlemanly way, that it gave no offence to the person addressing him. He was always scrupulously correct in hLs deal, ings, no matter how trifling, and practised the greatest economy, so as to preserve his independence. He often used to refer to the fact that Bums, poor as he was, and a poet to boot, died without owing any oue a single penny. u Through care ami pain, and want and voe, With wound* that only death can heal Torture*- the poor, alone, can know. The proud, alone, can Ted, He kept hi* honest r and truth, II u independent tongue and pen. And moved in manhood, as in youth, Pride of hi* fellow-mcn.- 28 Fm&RERys HALLECK. In fact, Halleck's admiration of Bums, as a poet, was second only to his admiration of him as a man. There was always a faint touch of punctilious po liteness lingering about Ilalleck, such as we might imasnne characterized the old French nott&te in o their exile, and this accompanied with a never-fail ing loHltommit) a gentleness of manner, that even in his old age made women lib friends and children his companions. But the real characteristics of our dear friend apj>eared, when he was talking with some congenial companion about the great poets he loved, with all the fervor of his soul. Then the doinous head would seem to have gathered electric fire from the words that poured from his heart, the branching veins on his temples would suddenly shoot out, and swell, and enlarge. Then his blue eyes would dart out gleams of intellectual light, the projecting lower jaw would tremble with pas sion, the lips would quiver, one hand would pound another with expressive vehemence, and the foot, not less expressive, would respond, and when the heroic sentiment was reached, or pathos had carried all be fore it, then the voice would falter, the eyes fill, and you felt that the spell of living geniua was upon you. It has been often said, that Ilalleck'* poems ex hibit great artifice in their construction, and show the clearness and polish of laborious composition. This is partly true, but scarcely any pott knew better than lie how to reach the highest art of all the art of concealing art. Like tho Sculptor in Schiller's poem of tho Ideal and the Actual, lie knew how to use his implements. A MEMORIAL. 29 When through dead MOM to breath* a mri fUgirt. With the dull marble to unite The kindling geulu*, some great sculptor glow* ; Behold him training; every nerve intent. Behold how, oVr the subject-element. The stately thought with march laborious goes! For never, MVC to toil untiling, rpoke The un tiling Truth from her mjrteriou* well The statue only to the chisel'* stroke, Wake* from it* marble cell. M But onward, to the sphere of beauty, go Onward, O Child of Art! and, lo, Out of the matter which thy pain* control The statue springs ! not as with labor wrung. From the hard block, but as from nothing sprung. Airy and light the offspring of the soul ! The pangs, the care*, the weary toil* it cost. Leave not a trace when once the work is done ' .-. The artut's human frailt y merged and lost, In Art** great victory wou ! " The lost poem of any lengtli that Halleek wrote was entitled Young America, a war-lyric, published in the u New York Ledger," in 18G4. It is a spirited production, with many very beautiful lines, whose music recalls some of liis earliest and best verses. I could interpolate hero many characteristic anec dotes of Ilalleck, but time warns me that I must con clude. In one of the last letters I received from him, he spoke of Mr. James II. Ilackett, and proposed coming to the city especially to see him, and have a chat with him. It was prej>osed by Mr. Ilackett to invite Mr. Ilullcck, Mr. Verplanck, and one or two other old friends to meet together, and have a good old- fashioned dinner. Hallcck used to say, u Pretty much all my old friends are gone except Bryant, Verplanck, and myself, we are the last of the cocked hats." But 30 Fin-QREBKB UALLECK. the projected dinner was unhappily interrupted by the decease of the poet, in whose honor it was in tended to be given. I met Mr. Hackett and MR Verplanck, and agreed upon the day when I was to notify Ilalleck and an hour after that meeting, I hoard the t*ad newt* of liU death. I now have the honor to introduce Mr. Duyckinck, the Chairman of th'w Committee, who will read the resolution* hu han prepared. Mr. Di'vcKiNX'K theitMijKm Hubimtted tho follow ing resolutions, which were adopted unanimously : j;crsonal worth and amiability of character, the charm of hif en* livened ronvcreation, and tho grace which hU pretence imi>nrtcd to -Kvnl life. 7A*./rrcr on the life and |{i*niu of Kit/.- (Jrcone HnlUsk, to he reiul before thin Hoclvty at a pcvlitl meeting, to be held fur that jmrj>o*v. J!<.ilrrJ, Thnt wo e\pre our nympathy with the mirvlvinif nMor of our dcccattd friend, In the aftllotion which ho ban ui>tlned In being deprived of her beloved brother and companion of many year*. HtuJrtJ, Thnt a ci-rtified copy of those Itcaolutlona b communU cated to MUn Halleek. Previously to offering the resolutions, Mr. Duyck- inck presented the following communication relating to Mr. Ilalleck, which he had received, as Chairman of the Committee, from Mr. Frederic de Peyster. A MEMORIAL. 31 76 UnraaiTT PLACE, Jim wry T, 1868. Erarr X DCTCKDTCK, ESQ. Mr DBA* SIR, Hie anxieties of * tick-room bar* prevented my attempting a thoughtful description of the traits of character which dis tinguished the late FITZ-GBEEXE UALLECK, as gathered from his works and HIT personal acquaintance with him. I well remember when tho Croaltn first appeared. Xew York was then of limited extent in compnriiton with iu present expansion. It* social circle wn mmill Indeed in contrant with 1(4 prcftctit lUbeMiko popnl'itl./n, nfar 'Mho roiifoiind'ii n ' of language." Ho at onre took tho town by utorm, by hU pitrkling wit, gvnlal humor, pruccful and cu-y vvmiiirittiun, Miiicitt satire, and happy alia- nloii*. Thou rame Ihel'ovt's "Fanny ;** whvti hU jiopiilarity Uvuue uiit>oiinrtray the rharacteritio feature* of the Poet*s mind, and of his justly-earned and wcll-t>utaincd celebrity fur* nUh a faithful and merited delineation. I POMI from the well-remembered c? ne* of my youth, and of HAL- I.BCK in the airoitiliint, to tho day* when, In a ri|o old ago, full of earth ly honoris he ha dcik'eiuK-d into tho tomb. The dny provlou* to hi* death ho moved about a< usual, and his step nnd hU |KKT|I liulicntiMl no |>erevptiblo chaiitf*. Ho fvlt, however, a roiiM-iuiimioMi that his end was approaching; for a letter now before mo tute*s that ere he retired to bed on that day, he obnervvd to hU Utcr that he would not live to see another (tana away. The hour l not stated when she entered his room after he had so gono to his bed ; but from the circumttanco that upon her entering he asked for an article* of hit dre*, which he had placed in an attyacvnt chair, it is probublo that it was on tho ctituing morning. She had ju*t turned to hand him his clothes, when he fell back on the bed, and, when she reached him, he v.it