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Though Miss Dodge finds her place naturally and kindly in the society of
our poets, all readers of The Century will remember a charming prose
paper of hers called "An Island of the Sea", beautifully illustrated by
Thomas Moran and published in 1877. Before and since that time, her
pen has not been idle, for short, prose articles have been scattered here
and there, in various periodicals, and it is difficult to select from the
number of thoughtful and delicate poems now before us, one to
represent her. The poem, "A Legend of St. Sophia in 1453", is full of
spirit and fire. It was written in 1878, when the advance of the Russian
forces towards Constantinople seemed to point to the fulfillment of
ancient prophecy and the restoration of Christian dominion over the
stronghold of Islam. The poem entitled "Satisfied" was first published in
The Churchman and afterwards placed, without the author's knowledge,
in a collection called "The Palace of the King", published by Randolph &
Co. Among the other poems are: "Our Daily Bread", "Spring Song",
"Telling Fortunes", "September Memories", and "To a Night-Blooming
Cereus", which last we give principally because, besides being a
beautiful expression of a beautiful thought, it was written under the
inspiration of a flower sent to the writer from an ancient plant in a
Morristown conservatory.
TO A NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS.
Charles D. Platt.
Mr. Platt, the faithful principal of our Morris Academy, has of late, "at
odd moments and in vacations," as he says, written verses of local
reference and others, upon various subjects, which have been published
in our local papers and elsewhere.
Born at Elizabeth, N. J., Mr. Platt lived there until 1883. He was
graduated at Williams' College in 1877, taught in the Rev. J. F. Pingry's
School in Elizabeth for six years, came to Morristown and took charge of
the Morris Academy in 1883, and has retained that position to the
present time.
Among the poems which refer to local interests are "Fort Nonsense,"
which we give in the opening chapter on "Historic Morristown"; "The Old
First Church"; "The Lyceum" and "The Washington Headquarters", which
last will follow this short sketch, as embodying so much that is
interesting of that historic building and its surroundings.
Other of the poems might, perhaps, for some special qualities, better
represent Mr. Platt than this; there is the excellent and gay little parody,
which we would like to give, of "That Old Latin Grammar". "The Wild
Lily" is charming. Then there are "Memorial Day"; "Easter Song";
"Modern Progress"; "A Myth"; and "John Greenleaf Whittier", the last
written and published upon the occasion of the poet's death September
16th, 1892. Besides these, there are the "Ballades of the Holidays"
which form a series by themselves, dealing in part with the subject of
popular maxims, and including poems for Christmas, New Year's Day,
Discovery Day and other holidays. We give
Mrs. Cutler's graceful pen has already contributed to this volume the
sketch of Mrs. Mary Lee Demarest and also another to follow of Mrs.
Julia McNair Wright. Her pen has been busy at occasional intervals from
girlhood, when as a school-girl her essays were, as a rule, selected and
read aloud in the chapel, on Friday afternoons, and a poem securing the
gold medal crowned the success.
Living since her marriage, in the old historic house of Mr. Cutler's great-
grandfather, the Hon. Silas Condict, fearless patriot of the Revolution,
and President of the Council of Safety during the whole of that period
that "tried men's souls", it is little wonder that the traditions of '76
clinging about the spot should nurture and develop the poetic spirit of
the girl. It was in 1799, after Mr. Condict's return from Congress that he
built the present house familiar to us all, but the old house stands near
by, full of the most interesting stories and traditions of revolutionary
days.
Mrs. Cutler has written many articles, often by request, for papers or
magazines, and verses prompted by circumstances or surroundings, or
composed when strongly impressed upon an especial subject.
FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH, 1791,
SESSION HOUSE AND MANSE.
MORRIS COUNTY SOLDIER'S MONUMENT, 1871.
Before us lies a lovely poem of childhood, entitled "Childish Faith",
founded on fact, but we select from the many poems of Mrs. Cutler, the
Centennial Poem given below and written on the occasion of the
Centennial of the old First Church.
The rhythmic, airy verses of Miss Coursen, full of the spirit of trees,
flowers, the clouds, the winds and the insinuating and lovely sounds of
nature, charm us into writing the author down as one of Morristown's
young poets. The verses have attractive titles which in themselves
suggest to us musical thoughts, such as "To the Winds in January";
"June Roses"; "In the Fields"; and "What the Katydids Say". We quote
the latter for its bright beauty.
EASTER THOUGHTS.
The Rev. Mr. Brewerton was pastor of the Baptist Church in Morristown
in 1861, and during the early years of our Civil War. He was very
patriotic and public-spirited and founded a Company of boy Zouaves in
the town, which is well remembered, for at that time the war-spirit was
the order of the day. He wrote a number of poems which were published
in the Morristown papers and others. Of these, the following is one,
published January 30, 1861.
A NATIONAL SONG
TO A MOUNTAIN CASCADE.
FOOTNOTES:
[A] Inscription on this Cannon:—
Gun made in Queen Anne's time. Captured with a British vessel by a party of
Jerseymen in the year 1780, near Perth Amboy. Presented by the township
of Woodbridge, New Jersey, in 1874.
[B] Inscription on "Old Nat:"—
This cannon was furnished Capt. Nathaniel Camp by Gen. George
Washington for the protection of Newark N. J. against the British. Presented
to the Association by Mr. Bruen H. Camp, of Newark, N. J.
[C] The inscription upon it is as follows:—
The "Crown Prince Gun." Captured from the British at Springfield. Used as an
alarm gun at Short Hills to end of Revolutionary War. Given in charge by
General Benoni Hathaway to Colonel Wm. Brittin on the last training at
Morristown, and by his son, Wm. Jackson Brittin, with the consent of the
public authorities, presented to the Association in the year 1890.
[D] The list of officers of the Revolutionary army mentioned in the poem is
taken from a printed placard which hangs in the hall of the Headquarters.
[E] Knox is called a roaring chief because when crossing the Delaware with
Washington his "stentorian lungs" did good service in keeping the army
together.
[F] The reference to the fiddlers is based upon an old subscription paper for
defraying the expenses of a "Dancing Assembly," signed by several persons,
among them Nathaniel Greene and H. Knox, each $400, paid.
This paper may be seen in the collection made by Mrs. J. W. Roberts.
HYMNODIST.
John R. Runyon.
Our fellow townsman of old New Jersey name, whose enthusiastic love
for music, and especially for church music, is well known, has
manifested his interest in this direction by compiling a collection of
hymns known as "Songs of Praise. A Selection of Standard Hymns and
Tunes". It is published by Anson D. F. Randolph & Company, and
"meets", says the compiler, "a universally acknowledged want for a
collection of Hymns to be used in Sunday Schools and Social Meetings".
Says Charles H. Morse in The Christian Union of August 20th, 1892: "If
music is a pattern and type of Heaven, then, indeed, are those whose
mission is to provide the music for our worship burdened with a weight
of responsibility and called to a blessed ministry second only to that of
the pastor who stands at the desk to speak the words of Life".
To compile from various sources a collection of hymns acceptable to
varied classes of minds, requires much discernment, great care and
large range of knowledge on the subject, as well as a comprehension of
what is needed which comes from long and wide experience, study and
observation, in addition to natural genius.
NOVELISTS AND STORY-WRITERS.
Francis Richard Stockton.
The trouble with Harry Chiverly was that he had nothing in himself
which he could put into his work. He could copy what he could see, but
if he could not see what he wanted to paint, he had no mental power
which would bring that thing before him, or to transform what he saw
into what it ought to be.
The trouble with Mrs. Chiverly was that she did not know how to paint.
With her there was no lack of artistic imagination. Her brain was full of
pictures, which, if they could have been transferred to the brain of her
husband, who did know how to paint, would have brought fame and
fortune. At one end of her brush was artistic talent, almost genius; at
the other was a pigment mixed with oil. But the one never ran down to
the other. The handle of the brush was a non-conductor.
We pass on to a scene in the studio. An elderly man enters, a stranger,
to examine pictures, and stops before Mr. Chiverly's recently finished
canvass.
"Madam," said he, "can you tell me where the scene of this picture is
laid? It reminds me somewhat of the North and somewhat of the South,
and I am not sure that it does not contain suggestions of the East and
the West."
"Yes," thought Ardis at her easel, "and of the North-east, and the Sou-
sou'-west, and all the other points of the compass."
Mrs. Chiverly left her seat and approached the visitor. She was a little
piqued at his remark.
"Some pictures have a meaning," she said, "which is not apparent to
every one at first sight."
"You are correct, madam," said the visitor.
"This painting, for instance," continued Mrs. Chiverly, "represents the
seven ages of trees." And then with as much readiness as Jacques
detailed the seven ages of man to the duke, she pointed out in the trees
of the picture the counterparts of these ages.