" A GROUP OF CHILDREN, AND OTHER
POEMS, by the author of THE YEAR, has thus been noticed:--
" This volume, by a townsman of ours, abounds in beautiful and sincere thought, oftentimes charmingly expressed, and full of the heart's rhythm.
" Our good brother seldom flashes up, or out -- meteor like -- and never runs into the rhodomontade or extravagances of poetry, but always, and everywhere, you find a deep religious feeling, a kindness of heart and a gentleness worthy of the highest commendation; and almost always set to inward music such as WATTS, GOLDSMITH and MONTGOMERY delighted in.
" We have reason to know that six of these very poems have appeared in our school-books, without the name of the author, after going the rounds of the newspapers year after year -- one of them having been twice published in our Christian Mirror as a waif -- and that four of them, if not more, have found their way across the Atlantic.
" In a word, if these little poems were brought forth by a stranger over the sea, we have no doubt in the world that they would take their place in the foremost rank of the simple and true and beautiful of our day. Take a sample or two: --
"If but a single thought I drop
Into a drowsy ear,
It may revive the spark of hope
And the desponding cheer."
"A word may save where volumes fail,
If spoken from the heart,
And with the dying soul prevail,
And life and strength impart."
"Ye all can speak a gentle word,
To bless the weak and low;
And o'er life's dark and dreary road
Sweet flowers and sunshine throw."
"One more specimen -- a single stanza -- and we have done:
"How cold it is and dreary!
The snow is on the ground;
The chilly north wind bloweth
With melancholy sound.
The bright and flashing river,
The pleasant leaping rill,
Are touched be Winter's finger,
And now are smooth and still."
" Let those who remember Mr. Colesworthy, his pleasant countenance, cheerful temper, and great modesty, do us the
favor to look into this little gathering and see if they do not find the man himself there; patient, hopeful, undiscouraged, and wide-awake to the last under all circumstances.
[John Neal, in Portland Press."