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_From the Saltriver Pilot and Flag of Freedom.
_From the Saltriver Pilot and Flag of Freedom.
James Russell Lowell
We love a book so purely
objective . . . Many of his pictures of natural scenery have an
extraordinary subjective clearness and fidelity. . . . In fine, we consider
this as one of the most extraordinary volumes of this or any age. We
know of no English author who could have written it. It is a work to
which the proud genius of our country, standing with one foot on the
Aroostook and the other on the Rio Grande, and holding up the
star-spangled banner amid the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds,
may point with bewildering scorn of the punier efforts of enslaved
Europe. . . . We hope soon to encounter our author among those higher walks
of literature in which he is evidently capable of achieving enduring
fame. Already we should be inclined to assign him a high position in the
bright galaxy of our American bards.
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_From the Saltriver Pilot and Flag of Freedom. _
A volume in bad grammar and worse taste. . . . While the pieces here
collected were confined to their appropriate sphere in the corners of
obscure newspapers, we considered them wholly beneath contempt, but, as
the author has chosen to come forward in this public manner, he must
expect the lash he so richly merits. . . . Contemptible slanders. . . . Vilest
Billingsgate. . .
objective . . . Many of his pictures of natural scenery have an
extraordinary subjective clearness and fidelity. . . . In fine, we consider
this as one of the most extraordinary volumes of this or any age. We
know of no English author who could have written it. It is a work to
which the proud genius of our country, standing with one foot on the
Aroostook and the other on the Rio Grande, and holding up the
star-spangled banner amid the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds,
may point with bewildering scorn of the punier efforts of enslaved
Europe. . . . We hope soon to encounter our author among those higher walks
of literature in which he is evidently capable of achieving enduring
fame. Already we should be inclined to assign him a high position in the
bright galaxy of our American bards.
* * * * *
_From the Saltriver Pilot and Flag of Freedom. _
A volume in bad grammar and worse taste. . . . While the pieces here
collected were confined to their appropriate sphere in the corners of
obscure newspapers, we considered them wholly beneath contempt, but, as
the author has chosen to come forward in this public manner, he must
expect the lash he so richly merits. . . . Contemptible slanders. . . . Vilest
Billingsgate. . .
