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THE 
 
 HALLECK MEMORIAL 
 
 EDITED BY 
 
 EVERT A. DUYCKINCK. 
 
 PRIVATELY PRINTED. 
 
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A MEMORIAL 
 
 or 
 
 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK: 
 
 A DESCRIPTION OF THE 
 
 DEDICATION OF THE MONUMENT ERECTED 
 TO HIS MEMORY 
 
 AT 
 
 GUILFORD, CONNECTICUT; 
 
 OF THE PROCEEDINGS CONNECTED WITH THE UNVEILING 
 OF THE POET'S STATUE 
 
 CENTRAL PARK, NEW YORK. 
 
 'No poet had died and received such tribute in America.' 
 
 PBlNTEn FOR THE COMHtlTTEK, BY 
 
 Amerman & Wilson, i Park Place, New York. 
 1J77. 
 
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 CORNELL 
 UNIVERSITY I 
 .s^ LIBRARY 
 
MEMOR I AL. 
 
 Soon after the death of Fitz-Greene HAiiLEOK, 
 near the close of the year 1867, his friend Gen. Jas. 
 Grant "Wilson, aided by Mr. Benjamin H. Field, and 
 the Hon. Horace Greeley, of New York, by Gen. 
 H. W. Halleck, the poet's kinsman, then in command 
 of the Division of the Pacific, and Mr. Horace H. 
 Moore, of San Francisco, collected the sum of two 
 thousand dollars among the poet's many friends and 
 admirers, for the purpose of erecting a suitable monu- 
 ment at Guilford, Connecticut, his birth and burial 
 place. It is made of Rhode Island granite, and is 
 nearly eighteen feet high. Upon the front tablet is 
 the simple inscription, in bas-relief, "Fitz-Gbeene 
 HAUiECK, 1790-1867," and upon the cornice of the 
 pedestal, the following lines from his poem of " Marco 
 Bozzaris " : 
 
 " One of the few, the immortal names, 
 That were not born to die." 
 
 Above the inscription is a monogram, consisting .of the 
 Greek letters Alpha and Omega — the beginning and 
 end — and near the foot of the obelisk an oak branch. 
 Upon the opposite, or rear tablet, in bas-relief, is a 
 lyre supported by two burning torches. On the east 
 side of the monument is the inscription, " Nathaniel 
 B. Halleck, 1792-1793," and on the west are the words 
 
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 "Israel Halleck, 1754^1839," "Mary Eliot HaUeck, 
 1762-1819." The poet's sister, the last of her family, 
 died April 21, 1870, and was buried by the side of her 
 gifted brother. In accordance with her own request 
 she was carried to her grave by six young kinsmen — 
 all under eighteen years of age. An inscription on 
 the fourth side of the monument records her name and 
 the years of her birth and death. "Maria Halleck, 
 1788-1870." 
 
 The obelisk occupies a conspicuous position near 
 the centre of the Alderbrook Cemetery, or, as it is 
 more generally called, the East Burial Ground, and 
 stands iii an oval plot twenty by thirty feet, obtained 
 after the poet's death, the place of his burial not 
 being an appropriate one for the monument. Around 
 the plot has been placed a strong and durable railing 
 of. iron, with granite posts, and a path four feet in 
 width surrounds the poet's burial place, and is sep- 
 arated from the other grounds by a neat evergreen 
 hedge. Some of the Melrose Abbey ivy, received from 
 the hands of Sir Walter Scott by Irving, and which 
 was transplanted to Sunnyside, where it clings rejoic- 
 ingly to the walls of his picturesque cottage, is now 
 "growing near Halleck's monument, and its bright dark 
 lea.ves iningle with the green turf that covers the poet's 
 grave. The sum of one hundred and fifty dollars was 
 invested in the trustees of the cemetery, by Miss Hal- 
 leck, the proceeds of which are to be forever applied 
 to keeping the monument, the railing, the grass, the 
 path, and the hedge that surrounds the whole, in good 
 order. , 
 
 The following are the names of the donors, whose 
 subscriptions varied from five dollars up to fifty : Wil- 
 liam B. Astor, D. Appleton & Co., Charles W. Sand- 
 ford, Samuel B. Buggies, J. Carson Brevoort, T. W. C. 
 Moore, W. W. Baldwin, WiUiam T. Blodgett, Robert 
 Bonner, S. B. Chittenden, Eev. C. W. Everest, Benja- 
 
mia H. Field, Christian Eoselius, William L. Andrews, 
 James T. Brady, James Gordon Bennett, George W. 
 Cass, Henry Clews, George W. Childs, Frederic De 
 Peyster, Charles A. Peahody, W. M. Vermilye, Thur- 
 low Weed, J. E. Williams, Henry H. Elliott, E. G. L. 
 De Peyster, George Griswold, John Caswell, William 
 G. Fargo, A. T. Mosher, James H. Hackett, Henry W. 
 Longfellow, Charles P. Clinch, Charles Sumner, James 
 Grant Wilson, William Cullen Bryant, Charles O'Conor, 
 Hamilton Fish, John M. Carnochan, Charles P. Daly, 
 John M. Bixby, A. B. Durand, Horace Greeley, Frank 
 Moore, James Lawson, Samuel Ward, James Lenox, 
 Cyrus W. Field, Gouverneur Kemble, Samuel J. Til- 
 den, George Folsom, Charles W. Elliott, Charles G. 
 Landon, James F. De Peyster, David Stewart, Wil- 
 liam H. Macy, "William B. Ogden, C. F. Southmayd, 
 Mrs. A. C. L. Botta, Mrs. E. H. Colt, Mrs. C. A. Davis, 
 Mrs. N. S. Holbrook, Mrs. F. A. Kemble, S. L. M. 
 Barlow, Lloyd Aspinwall, Henry Hale Ward, Isaac N. 
 Phelps, John D. Jones, Edwin Forrest, John G. Whit- 
 tier, S. F. B. Morse, Benjamin R. Winthrop, C. de P. 
 Field, Samuel D. Babcock. 
 
 California Subsceibees. — Selim E. Woodworth, E. 
 Casserly, Henry W. Halleck, F. Billings, A. C. Peachy, 
 John Parrott, Bobert Allen, H. H. Bancroft & Co., A. 
 Roman & Co., Robert C. Rogers, Frank Soule, Delos 
 Lake, H. H. Byrne, H. B. WiUiams, Winans & Bel- 
 knap, J. A. Donahoe. 
 
 In accordance with the wishes of Miss Halleck, 
 and Gen. Wilson, the poet's biographer, the formal 
 dedication of the monument — the first erected to an 
 American poet — was deferred until the anniversary of 
 his birth ; and on the 28th of June the following pro- 
 gramme was issued by a committee chosen by the citi- 
 zens of Guilford : 
 
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 PROGRAMME 
 
 FOR THE FORMAL DEDICATION OF THE 
 
 HALLECK MONUMENT 
 
 At Onllford, Conn., July %th, 1869. 
 EXERCISES WILL COMMENCE AT TWO O'CLOCK, P. M. 
 
 Mr. S. B. CHITTENDEN will preside. 
 
 Music By the Band 
 
 Beading of Halleck's Lines on Burns By Gen. J. 6. Wilson. 
 
 Music By the Band. 
 
 Poem written for the occasion By Dr. 0. W. Holmes. 
 
 Music By THE Band. 
 
 Address By Mr. Bayard Taylor. 
 
 The exercises will terminate in season for visitors to take the after- 
 noon trains for New York and Boston. 
 
 S. B. Cbittenoen, 1 
 
 Lewis K. Elliot, I „ ... 
 
 Wm. W. Baldwin, \ Commt«.e. 
 
 Robert Hunt, J 
 
 Special invitations were extended by the committee 
 of arrangements to all the monument subscribers, and 
 to a few other gentlemen, and the following among 
 other letters were received in reply : 
 
 New York, July 1st, 1869. 
 
 Gentlemen, — I have received the invitation with 
 which you have kindly favored me, to attend the formal 
 dedication of the Halleck Monument, at Guilford, on 
 the 8th, and I regret extremely that I shall be unable 
 to be present on the interesting occasion. 
 Very respectfully, yours, 
 
 Wm. B. Astob. 
 
 Messrs. S. B. Chittenden, 
 Lewis R. Elliot, 
 Wm. W. Baldwin, 
 Robert Hunt, 
 
 Committee, Guilford, Connecticut. 
 
 The Evening Post, 41 Nassau Street, cor. Liberty, ) 
 New York, June 26th, 1869. j 
 
 My Deae Sir, — I give you many thanks for your 
 very kind and hospitable invitation, which, however, I 
 cannot accept. I have arrived at that age when it re- 
 quires a pretty strong inducement to draw a man from 
 
his home, but at present I have a reason for remaining 
 which I cannot resist. I have this morning recelTed a 
 letter from the bookseller, who is to publish ray trans- 
 lation of Homer, claiming of me the performance of a 
 promise, which I gave him, to supply, at this time, that 
 part of the translation which will form the first volume. 
 This will occupy me closely for several days to come, 
 a fortnight probably, and I have not a day to spare. 
 Kepeating my thanks for your obliging invitation, 
 I am, dear sir, very truly yours, 
 
 W. C. Beyant. 
 
 S. B. Chittenden, Esq. 
 
 Palisade Av., Yonkers, July 7th. 
 
 Mi: Deae Mb. Chittenden, — I am much obliged to 
 you for your kind invitation to Guilford in connection 
 with the Halleck Monument ceremonies. Had I re- 
 ceived it earlier, I might have postponed other engage- 
 ments which now make it impossible for me to be away 
 from the city to-morrow. I am glad you have taken 
 the leading part in a commemorative service so appro- 
 priate and interesting, and I much regret my not being 
 able to be with you. 
 
 My friend and neighbor, Mr. James Lawson, who 
 proposes to go to Guilford, will favor me by taking 
 this note, and you will find him a very worthy repre- 
 sentative of Yonkers. 
 
 Tours, very truly, 
 
 Wm. Allen Butler. 
 
 S. B. Chittenden. Esq. 
 
 CnsTOM-HouSE, New York, ) 
 Collector's Office, July 2d, 1869. J 
 
 Me. Chaibman and Gentlemen op the Committee,— 
 I have the honor to acknowledge the receipt of your 
 invitation to attend the formal dedication of the Hal- 
 leck Monument, at Guilford, Connecticut, on .July 8th, 
 1869 ; and the sorrow to say, that the discharge of my 
 
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 official duties will deprive me of the happiness of as- 
 sisting on an occasion so commendable on your part, 
 go justly due to Fitz-Greene Halleck. 
 
 With great respect, your obedient servant, 
 
 0. P. Clinch, 
 
 Asst. CoU. 
 
 To S. B. Chittenden, Lewis R. Elliot, Wm. "W. Baldwin, Robert 
 Hunt, Esqrs., Committee, djc. 
 
 Eahway, N. J., July 2(1, 1869. 
 
 S. B. Chittenden, Esq., and Members of Committee: 
 Gentlemen, — I regret that I cannot be present at 
 the formal dedication of the Monument to my old and 
 revered friend Halleck, nor accept the hospitable invi- 
 tation of your chairman. But I fully appreciate the 
 kindly sympathy which has reared a monument among 
 his neighbors to that dear old man and bright-eyed 
 old poet. 
 
 Accept my thanks for your kind remembrance of me 
 on this interesting occasion. If it were possible, I 
 would b.e present. 
 
 Very truly, your obliged friend, 
 
 Fredeeick S. Cozzens, 
 
 AsHFiELD, Mass., July 6th, 1869. 
 
 My Dear Sir, — The kind invitation to the dedica- 
 tion of the Halleck Monument reached me only last 
 evening, and I am very sorry that I am unable to 
 accept it, for the bright memory of the poet, the lovely 
 season, and the words that will be said and sung, com- 
 bine to make the occasion most alluring. 
 . Very truly yours, 
 
 George William Curtis. 
 
 New Yokk, July 1st, 1869. 
 
 Gentlemen, — I regret that the serious illness of my 
 wife will deprive me of the satisfaction of being present 
 
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 at the dedication of the Halleck Monument on the 
 8th inst. 
 
 Very respectfully, your obedient servant, 
 
 Ebedeeic De Peystek. 
 
 Messrs. Chittenden, Elliot, Baldwin, and Hunt, Committee at Guil- 
 ford, Connecticut. 
 
 New York, July 6, 1869. 
 
 My Dear Mb. Chittenden, — I regret very much that 
 a previous engagement for that day will prevent me 
 from being at Guilford on the 8th inst. 
 With much respect, I remain, 
 
 My dear Mr. Chittenden, 
 
 Very truly your friend, 
 
 Cybus W. Field. 
 
 S. B. Chittenden, Guilford, Conn. 
 
 New York Tribune, ) 
 New York, July 2,. 1869. J 
 
 My Deab Friend, — I can't go up to Guilford (because 
 I must give the time to worrying the Free-Traders), 
 but I will send a reporter, and remain. 
 
 Yours, 
 
 HOEACE GbEELEY. 
 Gen. J. G, Wilson. 
 
 State of Connecticut, Executive Department, ) 
 Hartford, July 3, 1869. j" 
 
 S. B. Chittenden, Esq. : 
 
 Dear Sib, — The Governor directs me to say that, as 
 the General Assembly adjourns on the 9th July, it will 
 be impossible for him to attend the dedication of the 
 Halleck Monument at Guilford, on the 8th July. 
 
 He regrets that he is compelled to decline your kind 
 invitation. 
 
 Very respectfully, 
 
 Henry E. Bubton, JEx. Sec. 
 
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 Norwich Town, Conn., July 2, 1869. 
 
 S. B. Chittenden, Esq. : 
 
 Sib, — Circumstances will deprive me of the pleasure 
 of being present at the dedication of the Halleck Monu- 
 ment, on Thursday next. It would afford me great 
 gratification to participate in the exercises on that in- 
 teresting occasion. But,domestic engagements detain 
 me at home, and I must deny myself an indulgence that 
 would conflict with them. 
 
 My heart is in love, reverence, and admiration, cor- 
 dially in unison with the feelings of those who honor 
 themselves by honoring the memory of our bard and 
 friend, by these choice literary tributes to the first of 
 American poets, one of the noblest of our countrymen, 
 and an exquisite specimen of one of " God Almighty's 
 gentlemen." 
 
 I am, very respectfully. 
 
 Your obedient servant, 
 
 W. A. Jones. 
 
 Philadklphia, July B, 1869. 
 
 Deab Sib, — If I could avail myself of your courteous 
 invitation to assist at the dedication of the Halleck 
 Monument, it would be a great gratification to me, but 
 my hours are all engaged throughout this week. Gen. 
 Wilson's biography and fine edition of the poems con- 
 stitute a noble monument for stay-at-homes, such as 
 Yours faithfully, 
 
 E. Shelton Mackenzie. 
 
 3. B. Chittenden, Esq. 
 
 Ill East Twelfth St., New York, July B, 1869. 
 
 Deab Sib, — I beg leave to return my sincere thanks 
 to the Halleck Monument Committee, for the invitation 
 to attend the dedication of it, at Guilford, on the 8th 
 inst. 
 
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 I regret exceedingly that the state of my health at 
 present will prevent my availing myself of it. 
 Very respectfully youis, 
 
 T. W. C. Moore. 
 
 S. B. Chittenden, Esq., and others composing the Committee. 
 
 PoiiGiiKEEPsiE, July 1, 1869. 
 
 Gentlemen, — I regret that circumstances, requiring 
 my presence here, will prevent my acceptance of your 
 kind invitation to be present on the interesting occa- 
 sion of the dedication of the Halleck Monument, on the 
 8th inst. 
 
 With sincere respect, 
 
 Tour obedient servant, 
 
 Samuel F. B. Morse. 
 
 To S. B. Chittenden, Eaq., ami Committee, Guilford, Conn. 
 
 Mr. a. T. Stewart regrets that he is unable to 
 accept the polite invitation of the Committee on the 
 Halleck Monument, to attend the dedication at Guil- 
 ford, on the 8th inst. 
 
 New Toek City, July 3, 1869. 
 
 Amesbuey, 28th 6 mo., 1869. 
 
 Dear Friend, — I regret that, owing to the state of 
 my health, I am not able to be present at the dedica- 
 tion of the Monument to Fitz-Greene Halleck. To use 
 his own words, in one of his imperishable poems : 
 
 " Such gravea as hia are pilgrim shrines," 
 and it is fitting that a token of grateful appreciation 
 should mark his resting-place. 
 
 Very truly, thy friend, 
 
 John G. Whittier. 
 
 Gen. J. G. Wilson. 
 
 Thursday, July 8th, was an auspicious day. Sum- 
 mer gave her most tempered sunshine, her sweetest 
 airs, for the ceremonies which dedicated the monument 
 
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 to one of America's earliest-born poets. The " gray- 
 rocks" of Connecticut grew softer in the mellow light; 
 freshest odors of new-mown hay were in the air, and 
 delightful breezes from the Sound turned the silver 
 lining of the willow-leaves and shook the tassels of the 
 blossoming chestnuts. The rough little State never 
 seemed so beautiful as to those who followed her coast 
 on their way to Guilford, to participate in the final 
 honors rendered to one of her best-known and best- 
 beloved sons. 
 
 Many of Halleck's old friends and associates were 
 faithful to his memory. Among them were Gen. C. W! 
 Sandford, like the poet, a member of 
 
 " Swartwout's gallant corps, the Iron Gi'ays," 
 
 who volunteered for the defence of New York against 
 the apprehended attack by the British in 1814 ; Mr. 
 W. W. Bruce, who was associated with Halleck during 
 the years that he was in the counting-house of John 
 Jacob Astor ; his kinsman, Charles Elliot, aged eighty- 
 one; the poet's school-day friends, George H. Foote 
 and Abraham S. Fowler ; Miss Caldwell, a Hfe-long 
 acquaintance of the poet ; Mr. R. G. L. De Peyster ; 
 Judge 0. A. Peabody ; Mr. Benjamin H. Field ; Dr. 
 John W. Carnochan ; ex-Senator L. S. Foster ; Mr. 
 James Lawson ; John T. Agnew ; Charles W. Elliott ; 
 John Eobertson ; Charles Nordhoff, of the New York 
 Post ; General Hawley ; Professor Silliman ; Professor 
 Day ; Richard H. Stoddard ; William Walter Phelps ; 
 Col. J. W. De Forest; Rev. Dr. Bennett; Hon. 
 Ralph D. Smith ; Judge Landon ; Gen. Jas. Grant 
 Wilson ; Mr. Bayard Taylor ; George Hill, like Hal- 
 leck, a poet, and the author of a volume called " The 
 Ruins of Athens ;" Hon. John Cotton Smith, and 
 many others. Nearly all those named were conveyed 
 in carriages, on the arrival of the train, at eleven 
 o'clock, to the residence of the Chairman of the Com- 
 
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 mittee of Arrangements, where they enjoyed his hospi- 
 tality ; and at two o'clock were conveyed to the ceme- 
 tery, where there was an assemblage of from two to 
 three thousand persons. An object of affectionate in- 
 terest among many of the audience surrounding the 
 covered platform erected for the occasion on the ceme- 
 tery lawn, near the monument, was the poet's sister. 
 Miss Maria Halleck, a lady of upward of four-score, 
 who in appearance very greatly resembled her distin- 
 guished brother. Seated by her side was Mrs. Wil- 
 liam Todd, the " Dear Sarah" of one of the school- 
 boy Halleck's poems ; Miss Laura Betts, the poet's 
 cousin and contemporary ; and Miss Clara Caldwell, 
 as cheerful at ninety-four as when, in the year 1787, 
 she attended the wedding, in the Episcopal church at 
 Guilford, of Israel Halleck and Mary Eliot, the poet's 
 father and mother. Halleck's school-boy friends, Mr. 
 A. S Fowler, Col. Foote, and many others, who 
 knew him familiarly and loved him fondly, were also 
 among the assemblage gathered together to do honor 
 to the poet's memory. The monument was surrounded 
 with flowers, and a large floral cross, exquisitely ar- 
 ranged, marked the exact resting-place of the poet. A 
 little after two o'clock, a special train from New Haven 
 arrived, bringing a Bridgeport band and a body of 
 Knights Templars from New Haven. After music by 
 the band, Mr. Simeon B. Chittenden called the meet- 
 ing to order, and said : 
 
 Ladies and Gentlemen : 
 
 My thanks are due to the active members of the 
 Committee of Arrangements for the honor of presiding 
 on this interesting occasion. I perceive that you are 
 all eager for the intellectual feast just before you. I 
 shall detain you, therefore, but three or four minutes. 
 
 We have met here to cover with ephemeral flowers, 
 and mark with enduring granite, the new grave of a 
 
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 departed son of Guilford, who in his lifetime stamped 
 the impress of his wit and genius more conspicuously 
 upon the world than any other son of our well-beloved 
 quiet home. I see before me worthy descendants of 
 the men who founded the empire of old Guilford, and, 
 as the illustrious subject of our meeting will be treated 
 by far worthier hands than mine, I shall be pardoned, 
 I trust, for delaying the appointed exercises for a mo- 
 ment, to glance backward two hundred and forty years. 
 
 The first settlers came to Guilford, according to the 
 meagre records, in 1639 — a company of seven, six men 
 and a minister. The names of the men are all given, 
 but nothing is said about women. There is plenty of 
 evidence here to-day that they had at least wives, and 
 it may be mothers, among them ; but their strange 
 silence suggests that they were not the sort of ladies 
 who in our time glory in the Sorosis. 
 
 Contrary to the inle nowadays, {he minister was the 
 richest man of the party. He had the longest purse 
 and the broadest plantation. He built right away, for 
 his own use, a strong stone house, which was also used 
 as a fort. There it stands yonder, two hundred and 
 forty years old — the oldest inhabited structure in 
 America. Thanks to the liberal far-sightedness of the 
 present owner, it is now in excellent condition, and 
 promises to last at least five hundred years longer. 
 
 Aside from this precious relic, but little visible trace 
 remains of the doings of this band of heroes for the 
 first three or four years. In the absence of written 
 records, the famous old fort is an eloquent testimonial 
 to their energy, courage, and self-reliance. History 
 speaks of these men as " pillars." Undoubtedly they 
 were among the first and best foundation-stones upon 
 which we are yet building the national superstructure. 
 Guilford did not grow so fast as Chicago or Omaha. 
 Steam and the lightning had not been harnessed then. 
 Moreover, the rocks crowded the roots here then. 
 
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 just as they do now. "Who dare say that the hidden, 
 unheralded work of Whitefield and the other six was 
 less vital and honorable than the blazing achievements 
 of our time ? Who shall measure the essential native 
 force of the men, and fix the meed of praise due re- 
 spectively to those who in 1639 confronted the'savages 
 and built yonder fort on these plains, and to those who 
 in 1869 laid their daily ten miles of iron track across 
 the 'continent, and opened the Pacific golden gate to 
 the commerce of the world ? 
 
 In 1843, another company of about forty " gentle- 
 men" planters joined the first hardy pioneers. In the 
 plenitude of their pluck, " they brought few servants, 
 no merchant or blacksmith with them." It would ap- 
 pear that they got on very well without servants and 
 merchants ; but they couldn't do without a blacksmith. 
 It is recorded that, after protracted debate and efi'ort, 
 and at " great cost," they succeeded in obtaining a good 
 one. From that day to this the blacksmiths of Guilford 
 have been selectmen of the town, and have oftentimes 
 wielded the largest influence. 
 
 It is curious and interesting, at least to those of us 
 who claim this village as our home, to notice in this 
 connection that, several generations later on, the son of 
 a blacksmith connected with Davenport's colony at 
 New Haven came here as a farmer's boy. Wearying 
 of that, he went to college, and in due time returned ; 
 took a wife from Nut Plains — a mile or so north of us — 
 and made her the favored mother of the most remark- 
 able and influential family that America has yet pro- 
 duced. 
 
 I see that my minutes are up. I must not detain 
 you. There is nothing more noticeable in the character 
 of our ancestors than their modesty. That is traditional. 
 But we Guilford souls have a right to boast a little 
 to-day of the old fort, of the first American family, and 
 of the distinguished and honored poet whose praises we 
 have met to celebrate. 
 
Alter music by the band, the chairman announced 
 that there would be some modification in the published 
 programme, and he then introduced to the audience Mr. 
 George Hill, of Guilford, who read the following son- 
 net, composed for the occasion : 
 
 THE GRAVE OF HALLECK. 
 In thee no gorgeous capital, no mart, 
 
 Known wheresoe'er a wave rolls, though we see, 
 Yet, Guilford ! even thine no humble part 
 
 In memory's pageant henceforth e'er shall be. 
 The earth that heaps thy relics, Halleck ! where 
 No name more famed sepulchral shaft shall bear. 
 
 Full many a pilgrim-bard from many a shore 
 
 Shall wend to greet till time shall be no more : 
 The spot, henceforth to genius ever dear. 
 Shall gladly hail, nor quit without a tear ; 
 
 Some strain of thy imperishable lyre 
 
 Becall, and, ere reluctant he retire. 
 Exclaim, " In thee, O Fame's lamented son ! 
 A thousand poets we have lost in one." 
 
 This was followed by the reading of the first part of 
 Halleek's admirable poem " Connecticut," by the Hon. 
 John Cotton Smith, and after appropriate music, which 
 was interspersed throughout the ceremonies, the chair- 
 man announced that Dr. Oliver Wendell Holmes having 
 been prevented from being present, his commemorative 
 lyric would be read by the poet's biographer, James 
 Grant Wilson. He then introduced Gen. Wilson, 
 who read the following beautiful lines written for the 
 occasion : 
 
 IN MEMORY OF FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. 
 
 Say not the poet dies ! 
 
 Though in the dust he lies, 
 He cannot forfeit his melodious breath, 
 
 Unsphered by envious Deatli ! 
 Life drops the voiceless myriads from its roll ; 
 
 Their fate he cannot share. 
 
 Who, in the enchanted air 
 Sweet with the lingering strains that echo stole, 
 Has left his dearer self, the music of his soul ! 
 
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 "We o'er his turf may raise 
 
 Our notes of feeble praise. 
 And carve with pious care for after eyes 
 
 The stone with " Here he lies. " 
 He for himself has built a nobler shrine. 
 
 Whose walls of stately rhyme 
 
 Roll back the tides of time, 
 While o'er their gates the gleaming tablets shine 
 That wear his name, inwrought with many a golden line ! 
 
 Call not our Poet dead. 
 
 Though on his turf we tread ! 
 Green is the wreath their brows so long have worn, — 
 
 The minstrels of the morn. 
 Who, while the Orient burned with new-born flame. 
 
 Caught that celestial fire 
 
 And struck a N"ation's lyre ! 
 These taught the western winds the poet's name ; 
 Theirs the first opening buds, the maiden flowers of fame 1 
 
 Count not our Poet dead ! 
 
 The stars shall watch his bed. 
 The rose of June its fragrant life renew 
 
 His blushing mound to strew, 
 And all the tuneful throats of summer swell 
 
 With trills as crystal — clear 
 
 As when he wooed the ear 
 Of the young muse that haunts each wooded dell 
 With songs of that " rough laud" he loved so long and well ! 
 
 He sleeps ; he cannot die ! 
 
 As evening's long-drawn sigh. 
 Lifting the rose-leaves on his peaceful mound, 
 
 SjJreads all their sweets around. 
 So, laden with his song, the breezes blow 
 
 From where the rustling sedge 
 
 Frets our rude ocean's edge 
 To the smooth sea beyond the peaks of snow. 
 His soul the air enshrines, and leaves bnt dust below ! 
 
 Dr. Holmes's poem was greeted with hearty ap- 
 plause, and then followed the thoughtful and admirably- 
 written and well-delivered address of Mr. Taylor : 
 
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 We have been eighty years an organized nation, 
 ninety-three years an independent people, more than 
 two hundred years an American race, and to-day, for 
 the first time in our history, we meet to dedicate pub- 
 licly, with appropriate honors, a monument to an 
 American poet. The occasion is thus lifted above the 
 circle of personal memories which inspired it, and takes 
 its place, as the beginning of a new epoch in the story 
 of our culture. It carries our thoughts back of the 
 commencement of this individual life, into the elements 
 from which our literature grew, and forward, far be- 
 yond the closing of the tomb before us, into the possible 
 growth and glory of the future. 
 
 The rhythmical expression of emotion, or passion, 
 or thought, is a need of the human race — coeval with 
 speech, universal as religion, the prophetic forerunner 
 as well as the last-begotten offspring of civilization. 
 Poetry belongs equally to the impressible childhood of 
 a people and to the refined ease of their maturity. It 
 is both the instinctive effort of nature, and the loftiest 
 ideal of Art, receding to farther and farther spheres of 
 spiritual Beauty, as men rise to the capacity for its en- 
 joyment. But our race was transferred, half-grown, 
 from the songs of its early ages and the inspiring asso- 
 ciations of its Past, and set here, face to face with stern 
 tasks, which left no space for the lighter play of the 
 mind. The early generations of English bards gradu- 
 ally become foreign to us ; for their songs, however 
 sweet, were not those of our home. We profess to 
 claim an equal share in Chaucer, and Spenser, and 
 Shakespeare, but it is a hollow pretence. They belong 
 to our language, but we cannot truly feel that they be- 
 long to us as a people. The destiny that placed us on 
 this soil robbed us of the magic of tradition, the wealth 
 of romance, the suggestions of history, the sentiment 
 of inherited homes and customs, and left us, shorn of 
 our lisping childhood, to create a poetic literature for 
 ourselve" 
 
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 It is not singular, therefore, that this continent 
 should have waited long for its first-born poet. The 
 intellect, the energy of character, the moral force — 
 even the occasional taste and refinement — which were 
 shipped hither from the older shores, found the hard 
 work of history already portioned out for them, and the 
 Muses discovered no nook of guarded leisure, no haunt 
 of sweet contemplation, which might tempt them to 
 settle among us. Labor may be Prayer, but it is not 
 Poetry. Liberty of Conscience and Worship, practical 
 Democracy, the union of Civil Order and Personal In- 
 dependence, are ideas which may warm the hearts and 
 brains of men, but the soil in which they strike root is 
 too full of fresh, unsoftened forces to produce the deli- 
 cate wine of Song. The highest product of ripened 
 intellect cannot be expected in the nonage of a nation. 
 The poetry of our Colonial and Revolutionary periods 
 is mostly a spiritless imitation of inferior models in the 
 parent country. If, here and there, some timid, uncer- 
 tain voice seems to guess the true language, we only 
 hear it once or twice — like those colonized nightin- 
 gales which for one brief summer gave their new song 
 to the Virginian moonlights, and then disappeared. 
 These early fragments of our poetry are chanted in the 
 midst of such profound silence and loneliness that they 
 sound spectrally to our ears. Philip Freneau is almost 
 as much a shade to us as his own hunter and deer. 
 
 In the same year in which the Constitution of the 
 United States was completed and adopted, the first poet 
 was born — Eichard Henry Dana, who still lives, and, 
 despite his gray head, still keeps the freshness and youth 
 of the poetic nature. Less than three years after him 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck came into the world — the lyrical 
 genius following the grave and contemplative muse of 
 his elder brother. In Halleck, therefore, we mourn 
 our first loss out of the first generation of American 
 bards ; and a deeper significance is thus given to the 
 
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 personal honors which we lovingly pay to his memory. 
 Let us be glad, not only that these honors have been so 
 nobly deserved, but also that we find in him a fitting 
 representative of his age ! Let us forget our sorrow for 
 the true man, the steadfast friend, and rejoice that the 
 earliest child of song whom we return to the soil that 
 bore him for us, was the brave, bright, and beautiful 
 growth of a healthy, masculine race ! No morbid im- 
 patience with the restrictions of life — no fruitless lament 
 over an unattainable ideal— -no inherited gloom of tem- 
 perament, such as finds delight in what it chooses to 
 call despair, ever muffled the clear notes of his verse, 
 or touched the sunny cheerfulness of his history. The 
 cries and protests, the utterances of " world-pain," with 
 which so many of his contemporaries in Europe filled the 
 world, awoke no echo in his sound and sturdy nature. 
 His life offers no enigmas for our solution. No roman- 
 tic mystery floats around his name, to win for him the 
 interest of a shallow sentimentalism. Clear, frank, 
 simple, and consistent, his song and his life were woven 
 into one smooth and even thread. We would willingly 
 pardon in him some expression of dissatisfaction with a 
 worldly fate which, in certain respects, seemed inade- 
 quate to his genius, but we find that he never uttered 
 it. The basis of his nature was a knightly bravery, of 
 such firm and enduring temper that it kept from him 
 even the ordinary sensitiveness of the poetic character. 
 From the time of his studies as a boy, in the propitious 
 kitchen whicli heard his first callow numbers, to the 
 last days of a life which had seen no liberal popular 
 recognition of his deserts, he accepted his fortune with 
 the perfect dignity of a man who cannot stoop to dis- 
 content. During his later visits to New York, the sim- 
 plest, the most unobtrusive, yet the cheerfullest man to 
 be seen among the throngs of Broadway, was Eitz- 
 Greene Halleck. Yet, with all his simplicity, his bear- 
 ing was strikingly gallant and fearless ; the carriage of 
 
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 his head suggested the wearing of a helmet. The 
 genial frankness and grace of his manner, in his inter- 
 course with men, has suggested to others the epithet 
 " courtly" — but I prefer to call it manly, as the expres- 
 sion of a rarer and finer quality than is usually found 
 in the atmosphere of courts. 
 
 Halleck was loyal to himself, as a man, and he was 
 also loyal to his art, as a poet. His genius was essen- 
 tially lyrical, and he seems to have felt, instinctively, 
 its natural limitations. He quietly and gratefully ac- 
 cepted the fame which followed his best productions, 
 but he never courted public applause. Even the swift 
 popularity of the Croaker series could not seduce him 
 to take advantage of the tide, which then promised a 
 speedy flood. At periods in his history, when anything 
 from his pen would have been welcomed by a class of 
 readers, whose growing taste found so little sustenance 
 at home, he remained silent because he felt no imme- 
 diate personal necessity of poetic utterance. The Ger- 
 man poet, Uhland, said to me : " I cannot now say 
 whether I shall write any more, because I only write 
 when I feel the positive need, and this is independent 
 of my wiU, or the wish of others." Such was also the 
 law of Halleck's mind, and of the mind of every poet 
 who reveres his divine gift. God cannot accept a me- 
 chanical prayer ; and I do not compare sacred things 
 with profane, whfen I say that a poem cannot be ac- 
 cepted which does not compel its own inspired utter- 
 ance. He is the true priest of the human heart and the 
 human soul, who rhythmically expresses the emotions 
 and the aspirations of his own. 
 
 It has been said of Halleck as of Campbell, that 
 "" he was afraid of the shadow which his own fame cast 
 before him." I protest against the use of a clever 
 epigrammatic sentence to misinterpret the poetic na- 
 ture to men. The inference is, that poets write merely 
 for that popular recognition which is called fame ; and, 
 
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 having attained a certain degree, fear to lose it by later 
 productions, which may not prove so acceptable. A 
 writer, influenced by such a consideration, never de- 
 served the name of poet. It is an unworthy estimate 
 of his character which thus explains the honest and 
 honorable silence of Fitz-Greene Halleck. The quality 
 of genius is not to be measured by its productive ac- 
 tivity. The brain which gave us "Alnwick Castle," 
 " Marco Bozzaris," " Burns," and " Bed Jacket," was 
 not exhausted : it was certainly capable of other and 
 equally admirable achievements; but the fortunate 
 visits of the Muse are not to be compelled by the poet's 
 will, and Halleck endured her absence without com- 
 plaint, as he had enjoyed her favors without ostentation. 
 The very fact that he wrote so little proclaims the sin- 
 cerity of his genius, and harmonizes with the entire 
 character of his life. It was enough for him that he 
 first let loose the Theban eagle in our songless Ameri- 
 can air. He was glad and satisfied to know that his 
 lyrics have entered into and become a part of the 
 national life — that 
 
 " Sweet tears dim the eyes unshed, 
 And wild vows falter on the tongue," 
 
 when his lines, keen and fiexible as fire, burn in the 
 ears of the young who shall hereafter sing, and fight, 
 and labor, and love, for " God and their native land ! " 
 It is not necessary that we should attempt to deter- 
 mine his relative place among American poets. It is 
 suflScient that he has his assured place, and that his 
 name is a permanent part of our literary history. It 
 is sufficient that he deserves every honor which we can 
 render to his memory, not only as one of the very first 
 representatives of American Song, but from his intrinsic 
 quality as a poet. Let us rather be thankful for every 
 star set in our heaven, than seek to ascertain how they 
 differ from one another in glory. If any critic would 
 diminish the loving enthusiasm of those whose lives 
 
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 have been brightened by the poet's personal sunshine, 
 let him remember that the sternest criticism will set 
 the lyrics of Halleck higher than their author's unam- 
 bitious estimate. They will, in time, fix their own just 
 place in our poetic annals. Halleck is still too near 
 our orbit for the computation of an exact parallax ; but 
 we may safely leave his measure of fame to the decision 
 of impartial Time. A poem which bears within itself 
 its own right to existence, will not die. Its rhythm is 
 freshly fed from the eternal pulses of beauty, whence 
 flows the sweetest life of the human race. Age cannot 
 quench its original fire, or repetition make dull its im- 
 mortal music. It forever haunts that purer atmosphere 
 which overlies the dust and smoke of our petty cares 
 and our material interests — often, indeed, calling to us 
 like a distant clarion, to keep awake the senses of in- 
 tellectual delight which would else perish from our lives. 
 The poetic Kterature of a land is the finer and purer 
 ether above its material growth and the vicissitudes of 
 its history. Where it was vacant and barren for us, 
 except, perchance, a feeble lark-note here and there, 
 Dana, Halleck, and Bryant rose together on steadier 
 wings and gave voices to the solitude — Dana with a 
 broad, grave undertone, like that of the sea : Bryant 
 with a sound as of the wind in summer woods, and the 
 fall of waters in mountain-dells; and Halleck with 
 strains blown from a silver trumpet, breathing manly 
 fire and courage. Many voices have followed them ; 
 the ether rings with new melodies, and yet others shall 
 come to lure all the aspirations of our hearts, and echo 
 all the yearnings of our sejparated destiny; but we 
 shall not forget the forerunners who rose in advance of 
 their welcome, and created their own audience by their 
 songs. 
 
 Thus it is, that in dedicating a monument to Fitz- 
 Greene Halleck to-day, we symbolize the intellectual 
 growth of the American people. They have at last 
 
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 taken that departure which represents the higher de- 
 velopment of a nation — the capacity to value the genius 
 which cannot work with material instruments ; which 
 is unmoved by Atlantic Cables, Pacific Eailroads, and 
 any show of marvellous statistical tables ; which grand- 
 ly dispenses with the popular measures of success ; 
 which simply expresses itself, without coiiscioudy work- 
 ing for the delight of others — yet which, once recog- 
 nized, stands thenceforth as a part of the glory of the 
 whole people. It is a token that we have relaxed the 
 rough work of two and a half centuries, and are begin- 
 ning to enjoy that rest and leisure, out of which the 
 grace and beauty of civilization grow. The pillars of 
 our political fabric have been slowly and massively 
 raised, like the drums of Doric columns, but they still 
 need the crowning capitals and the sculptured entab- 
 lature. Law, and Right, and Physical Development 
 build well, but they are cold, mathematical architects : 
 the Poet and the Artist make beautiful the temple. 
 Our natural tendency, as a people, is to worship posi- 
 tive material achievement in whatever form it is dis- 
 played ; even the poet must be a partizan before the 
 government will recognize his existence. So much of 
 our intellectual energj' has been led into the new paths 
 which our national growth has opened — so exacting 
 are the demands upon working brains — that taste and 
 refinement of mind, and warm appreciation of the 
 creative spirit of Beauty, are only beginning to bloom 
 here and there among us, like tender exotic flowers, 
 " The light that never was on sea or land" shines all 
 around us, but few are the eyes whose vision it clari- 
 fies. Tet the faculty is here, and the earnest need. 
 The delight in Art, of which Poetry is the highest 
 manifestation, has ceased to be the privilege of a for- 
 tunate few, and will soon become, let us hope, the 
 common heritage of the people. If any true song has 
 heretofore been sung to unheeding ears, let us behold. 
 
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 in this dedication, the sign that our reproach is taken 
 away — that, henceforth, every new melody of the land 
 shall spread in still expanding vibrations, until all 
 shall learn to listen ! 
 
 The life of the Poet who sleeps here represents the 
 long period of transition between the appearance of 
 American poetry and the creation of an appreciative 
 and sympathetic audience for it. We must honor him 
 all the more that in the beginning he was content with 
 the few that heard him ; that the agitations of national 
 life through which he passed could not ruffle the clear 
 flow of his song ; and that, with a serene equanimity of 
 temper, which is the rarest American virtue, he saw, 
 during his whole life, wealth and personal distinction 
 constantly passing into less deserving hands, without 
 temptation and without envy. All popular supersti- 
 tions concerning the misanthropy or the irritable temper 
 of Genius were disproved in him : I have never known 
 a man so independent of the moods and passions of his 
 generation. We cannot regret that he should have 
 been chosen to assist in the hard pioneer work of our 
 literature, because he seemed to be so unconscious of 
 its privations. Tet he and his co-mates have walked 
 a rough, and for the most part a lonely track, leaving 
 a smoother way broken for their followers. They have 
 blazed their trails through the wilderness, and carved 
 their sounding names on the silent mountain-peaks, 
 teaching the scenery of our homes a language, and 
 giving it a rarer and tenderer charm than even the 
 atmosphere of great historic deeds. Fitz-Greene Hal- 
 leck has set his seal upon the gray rock of Connecticut, 
 on the heights of Weehawken, on the fair valley of 
 Wyoming, and the Field of the Grounded Arms. He 
 has done his manly share in forcing this half-subdued 
 Nature in which we live to accept a human harmony, 
 and cover its soulless beauty with the mantle of his 
 verse. 
 
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 However our field of poetic literature may bloom, 
 whatever products of riper culture may rise to over- 
 shadow its present growths, the memory of Halleck is 
 perennially rooted at its entrance. Kecognizing the 
 purity of his genius, the nobility of his character, we 
 gratefully and affectionately dedicate to him this mon-. 
 ument. There is no cypress in the wreath which we 
 lay upon his grave. We do not meet to chant a dirge 
 over unfulfilled promises or an insufficient destiny. 
 We have no wilful defiance of the world to excuse, no 
 sensitive protest to justify. Our hymn of consecration 
 is cheerful, though solemn. Looking forward from 
 this hallowed ground, we can only behold a Future for 
 our Poetry, sunnier than its past. We see the love of 
 Beauty born from the servitude to Use — the recognition 
 of an immortal ideal element gradually evolved from 
 the strength of natures which have conquered material 
 forces — the growth of aU fine and gracious attributes 
 of imagination and fancy, to warm, and sweeten, and 
 expand the stately coldness of intellect. We dream 
 of days when the highest and deepest utterances of 
 rhythmical thought shall be met with grateful welcome, 
 not with dull amazement or mean suspicion. We wait 
 for voices which shaU no more say to the Poet : 
 " Stay here, at the level of our delight in you !" — but 
 which shall say to him : " Higher, still higher ! though 
 we may not reach you, yet in following we shall rise !" 
 And, as our last prophetic hope, v^e look for that for- 
 tunate age, when the circle of sympathy, now so 
 limited, shall be co-extensive with the nation, and when, 
 even as the Poet loves his Land, his Land shall love 
 her Poet ! 
 
 After further music by the band, and singing by a 
 quartette chorus of the hymn, "I would not live away," 
 the ceremonies came to a close, the assembly slowly 
 dispersed, and the sweet singer in whose honor so many 
 hundreds had made pilgrimages to the quiet old Con- 
 
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 nectiout town, and in respect to whose memory busi- 
 ness was suspended on that day, was left to the sunny 
 silence of the cemetery where he sleeps. It was a 
 " red-letter day" in the history of Guilford. 
 
 IMPROMPTU LINES ON THE OCCASION OF THE DEDICA- 
 TION OF HALLECK'S MONUMENT AT GUILFORD. 
 
 By Benjamin I-I. Field. 
 
 For thou art spirit-born, 
 
 And Time shall limit not 
 The dawning of thy morn, 
 
 Or fix thy native cot. 
 
 But every vine-clad hill, 
 
 And every summer's shower, 
 And every joyous rill. 
 
 Reveals thy natal hour. 
 
 And every rose-clad bower. 
 
 And every sacred grot, 
 And Freedom's lofty tower — 
 
 What place shall own thee not V 
 
 Lake George asserts her claim, 
 
 And in her quiet dell 
 The merry bird shall sing thy name. 
 
 And so shall forest belle. ■ 
 
 And on her jewelled isle,* 
 
 "When kneels the maiden fair. 
 The limpid wave reflects thy smile. 
 
 Whose spirit hovers there, 
 
 Niagara's rushing stream 
 
 Shall syllable thy name ; 
 Her maiden's wildest dream 
 
 Shall echo but thy fame. 
 
 Pause, angry spirit of the fall 1 
 
 O cease thy useless strife ; 
 Thy vapor is some human pall, 
 
 Thy rush but emblems life. 
 
 * Diamond Island. 
 
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 In person thousands came, 
 
 In spirit millions more. 
 To deify thy name 
 
 Upon thy native shore. 
 
 Now let us Him adore, 
 
 Who gave thy spirit wing 
 Above this earth to soar, 
 
 And every human thing. 
 
 Holmes emulates thy song, 
 And Taylor speaks thy worth ; 
 
 Green be thy land, and hallowed long 
 The place that claims thy birth. 
 
 THE POETS' COENER. 
 
 Op all the dedications these radiant summer days 
 have seen, not one is more significant than the simple 
 ceremony yesterday observed at Guilford. lb was only 
 the setting of a memorial-stone at the head of a dead 
 poet. And the poet himself was unfamiliar to the 
 younger public of to-day. Only in its reading-books 
 had the fire of "Marco Bozzaris" kindled the new gen- 
 eration, and " Marco Bozzaris" was all it knew of Fitz- 
 Greene Halleck. When the sweet flower of his life 
 suddenly dropped, one morning, from the stem of time, 
 it was only they who had long watched its beauty, and 
 rejoiced in its perfection, who knew that it had not 
 years before faded into dearly-remembered dust. There- 
 fore it is especially noteworthy .that, to this removed 
 and noiseless genius, the first monument which the 
 people have builded, in the name of a poet, should be 
 dedicated. 
 
 Because Halleck was the first American singer to 
 be rejoiced in by the people — for Dana's strain was 
 too grave and measured to be popular, and Bryant be- 
 longed to a later day — it is fitting that he should be 
 
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 the first to be remembered in enduring stone. He was 
 born after more than a century of hard, material life, 
 which had hardly once flowered into art. It was proof 
 that the nation had climbed on stepping-stones of its 
 dead self to higher things, that the time was ripe for a 
 poet, and that the poet was beloved. And so, to lay 
 our lilies on his grave, is to commemorate a nobler 
 epoch of our race. The nation could not linger to 
 listen to him. It was hurrying to the Western sea, and 
 covering the land with the results of its breathless, 
 never-ending work. But his strain gave wings to the 
 fancies of a hundred rhymers. Some of them, of a 
 bolder spirit than their teacher, rejoiced in this large 
 activity, were kindled by it, and responsive to it, and 
 themselves became the popular poets. It was good, 
 for the poet is first a man. But, in this dusty, noisy 
 rush of time, it seems better that there should be, now 
 and then, a singer who lives out of the press and quarrel, 
 and has thoughts cool as the May dews, and sweeter 
 than apple-blooms. Especially does it seem better 
 when one thinks how impossible it is to stand in the 
 market-place and not send greetings to the right hand 
 and the left, to be sohcited for speech, and to keep holy 
 silence, save when divine command impels. In Hal- 
 leck we honor the poet's forbearance equally with the 
 poet's work. He warmly loved his art, but he kept 
 spotless her integrity. So, because he shrank from any 
 praise which he had not earned, and could never sing 
 to earn praise, we do well to remind ourselves that he 
 thus represented the loftiest and purest genius. 
 
 As a people, we do not build monuments. It is 
 common to say that our brave, and gifted, and noble, 
 have their monuments in the hearts of the people. But 
 it is true only in a partial sense, for we have not time 
 to remember, unless some visible token calls our 
 thought back to them, who are behind us. We are 
 beginning to raise shafts above our soldiers, which de- 
 
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 clare how beautiful and immortal a thing is heroism 
 in a just cause, and every one we have builded makes 
 us richer. Let us hope that we know at last the debt 
 we owe to our poets, and that we shall raise above 
 them shafts to tell how beautiful and immortal a thing 
 is the imagination. We shall have no Westminster 
 Abbey. More and more as the years go on, more and 
 more in America will the sentiment of religion refuse 
 to be pent in churches, or to consecrate here a chapel 
 and there a cathedral. Infinite aa the Infinite Soul, it 
 will call all places sacred where a sweet humanity has 
 followed after the Highest. And when we lay our 
 great ones down to rest, whether they were of high or 
 low estate, we have laid them in a grander temple than 
 the marvellous church, if the pavement be the green turf, 
 and the roof the smiling sky. We will seal them in no 
 stony isolation from their kind, but give them back to 
 kindly earth, that out of their sweet dust violets may 
 spring. But the shaft of stone shall tell their nobleness 
 who had once a mortal life, and the living shall be 
 grateful for the inheritance of their genius and their 
 simpKcity. It was a fine saying of Schiller, that to the 
 artist is entrusted the dignity of man. No artist ever 
 kept the trust more simply and more highly than Fitz- 
 Greene Halleck. What could we do for him yesterday 
 save to leave him in the Poets' Corner, and to cut his 
 name in the stone ? — New York Tribune, July 9, 1869. 
 
A DESCRIPTION OF THE PROCEEDINGS 
 
 CONNECTED WITH THE 
 
 UNVEILING OF THE HALLECK STATUE, 
 
 MAY 15, 1877. 
 
 Follo-wing the completion of the Halleck Monument 
 at Guilford, Ct., a feeling memorial tribute, associated 
 with the claims of birth and family which justly took 
 precedence of every other — a number of the friends of 
 the poet, citizens of New York, resolved upon the 
 erection of a statue in his memory, in the Central 
 Park. Early in 1869, notice of this intention was 
 given in the journals of the day, in the following circu- 
 lar announcement. 
 
 A STA.TUE OF FITZ-GEEENE HALLECK. 
 
 The friends of the late gifted poet, Fitz-Greene Hal- 
 leck, who may desire to contribute toward the erection 
 of a full-length bronze statue of him, for which a site 
 has been selected by the Commissioners of Central 
 Park, are invited to forward their subscriptions to the 
 Treasurer of the Committee, whose name appears below, 
 or any of the undersigned. The sum of $12,000 is 
 required for the erection of the statue, a considerable 
 portion of which amount has been already subscribed 
 by citizens of New York : 
 
 Samuel F. B. Morse, President, No. 6 "West 22d street. 
 Benjamct H. Field, Treasurer, No. 127 "Water street. 
 Jas. Grant "Wilson, Secretary, No. 51 St. Mark's Place. 
 Hamilton Fish, Samuel B. Euggles, 
 
 "William C. Bryant, "W^illiam H. Appleton, 
 
 "William Kemble, "William T. Blodgett, 
 
 EVEET A. DUTCKINCK, ANDREW H. GrEEN. 
 
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 Before the completion of the work, two honored 
 members of this small committee were removed by 
 death, the distinguished president, Mr. Morse, and the 
 lamented friend to art, and every generous city enter- 
 prise, Mr. William T. Blodgett. The place of Mr. 
 Morse was happily supplied by the life-long friend of 
 both Morse and Halleck, Mr. William CuUen Bryant, 
 who henceforth acted as chairman of the committee. 
 Mr. Blodgett was worthily succeeded by Mr. Benjamin 
 E. Winthrop, long an intimate friend of Halleck, and 
 ardently devoted to his memory. His name appears 
 on the list of subscribers to the statue as the largest 
 contributor, and the committee are greatly indebted 
 to his zeal and encouragement. 
 
 Thus brought before the public, the subscription, 
 though liberally supported at the outset by many of 
 the poet's friends, was slow in arriving at the amount 
 necessary for the execution of the project. At this 
 early period, considerable aid was afforded to the under- 
 taking by an amateur musical entertainment given by 
 Gen. Wilson and others, at the residence in West 
 Forty-seventh street, of the late Dr. Thomas Ward. 
 The proceeds of this concert, which was fashionably 
 attended, were sent to the committee. They amounted 
 to the liberal contribution — three hundred and ninety- 
 three dollars. 
 
 An earnest advocate of the work was early found in 
 the sculptor, Mr. J. Wilson MacDonald, an artist of 
 reputation in the West, who had recently executed a 
 memorial bust of Washington Irving, which had been 
 placed by the friends of that author in Prospect Park, 
 Brooklyn. Mr. MacDonald modelled in clay, a head, 
 and subsequently the full length figure of Halleck in 
 a sitting position, which met with the approval of the 
 committee. An engraving of the work appeared in 
 an early number of the Art Journal, which, by the 
 kindness of its publishers, Messrs. Appleton, is repro- 
 
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 duced in the present memorial pamphlet. This 
 engraving was accompanied with the following endorse- 
 ment of the model from the pen of the chairman of the 
 committee. " I am quite pleased," wrote Mr. Bryant 
 to the sculptor, " both with the general effect and the 
 execution. The likeness is good and pleasing, the at- 
 titude dignified and graceful, and the accessories well 
 imagined." Mr. Charles P. Clinch, another friend and 
 contemporary of Halleck, pronounces it an admirable 
 likeness of the poet as he appeared in middle life. 
 * The model was inspected by numerous friends of Mr. 
 Halleck at the artist's studio, and was generally ap- 
 proved. It was finally accepted by the committee. 
 Much time, however, was necessarily suffered to elapse 
 before the requisite amount of funds was obtained to 
 cast the statue in bronze. The subscription was facili- 
 tated i)j the personal exertions of the sculptor who 
 generously abated the usual terms for such a work, to 
 secure its earlier execution. 
 
 The statue was at length cast in bronze at the 
 foundry of Maurice J. Power, in the City of New York, 
 and completed late in the autumn of 1876. A site having 
 been assigned by the Central Park Commissioners 
 near the statues of Shakespeare and Sir Walter Scott, 
 the " Poets' Corner " of America, it was at first intend- 
 ed to erect the work within the Centennial year of the 
 Eepublic; but the lateness of the season rendered 
 this inexpedient, and it was resolved to defer the ap- 
 propriate celebration to the ensuing spring. The 
 announcement of the due presentation to the public 
 was made in the following circular, accompanied by a 
 programme of the proceedings. 
 
 * The committee would also express their obligations to Messrs. 
 D. Appleton & Co., for the loan of the steel plate executed from 
 Inman's portrait of the poet. 
 
INAUGUEATION OF THE HALLEOK STATUE. 
 
 New York, May 1, 1877. 
 
 You are very cordially invited to be present at the 
 Ceremony of Unveiling, by the President of the Uni- 
 ted States, of the Statue of FiTZ Geeene Haldsok, in 
 the Central Park, at three o'clock in the afternoon of 
 Tuesday, May 15, 1877. 
 
 William Cullen Bryant, Chairman of the Committee, 
 
 Jas. Grant Wilson, Hamilton Fish, 
 
 Benjamin H. Field, S. B. Chittenden, 
 
 Samuel B. Ruggles, William H. Appleton, 
 
 Benjamin R. Winthrop, Andrew H. Green, 
 
 Evert A. Doyokinck, William Kemble. 
 
 Please present the invitation, which will admit a gentleman and lady, 
 at the entrance to the seats. 
 
 PROGRAMME. 
 
 I. Music. — II. Mr. William Cullen Bryant will call the assembly 
 to order, and introduce the President of the Unil ed States. — III. The 
 President will unveil the Statue and present it, on behalf of the sub- 
 scribers, to the City of New York. — IV. Music. — V. Response of the 
 Mayor of the City of New York.— VI. Music— VII. Gen. Jas. Grant 
 Wilson will read a Poem, written for the occasion by Mr. John G. 
 Wuittier. — VIII. Music. — IX. Address by Mr. William Allen But- 
 ler. — X. Music. 
 
 The Seventh Regiment, N. 6., S. N. Y., and the Veteran Corps have 
 accepted the Committee's invitation to participate in the ceremonies. 
 
 P. 8. — Should the day appointed be a stormy and unpropitious one, 
 the Unveiling Ceremonies will be postponed to Wednesday, May 16, at 
 the same hour. 
 
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 Invitations were extended by the Committee to all 
 the subscribers to the Halleck Statue and to a large 
 number of distinguished persons, many of whom were 
 also invited by General and Mrs. Wilson to meet the 
 President and Mrs. Hayes at luncheon, at their resi- 
 dence in the vicinity of the Park, at 15 East Seventy- 
 fourth street, previous to the Unveiling Ceremonies. 
 The following letters among others, were received in 
 reply : 
 
 From, His Excellency the Earl of Dufferin, K. G. B., &,c., 
 Governor- General of Canada. 
 
 Government House, Ottawa, 1 
 April 25, 1811. \ 
 
 My Deak General Wilson: 
 
 I am much obliged to you for your kind letter of the 
 20th inst., but I am afraid that there is nothing so 
 pleasant in store for me just at present as a visit to 
 New York, otherwise it would give me great pleasure 
 to have attended the proposed celebration, and to have 
 found myself in the society of so many very distin- 
 guished men. * * * * * 
 Tours, sincerely, 
 
 Dufferin. 
 
 From Ex-President Chant. 
 
 General and Mrs. Grant regret they cannot accept 
 the invitation of Gen. and Mrs. Jas. Grant Wilson 
 for lunch on the 15th inst., to meet President and Mrs. 
 Hayes. Their engagements are such, having accepted 
 an invitation from the Penn Club of Philadelphia, for 
 the evening of the 15th of May, that it will be out of 
 their power to be present. 
 
 Elizabeth, N. J., May 3,1877. 
 
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 From the Vice-President of the United States. 
 
 Mr. Wheeler's compliments to General and Mrs. 
 Wilson, with regrets, that existing engagements prevent 
 his acceptance of their kind invitation for lunch on 
 Tuesday, May 15. 
 
 Malone, May 1, 1877. 
 
 From the Chief Justice of the United States. 
 
 Chief Justice and Mrs. Waite regret very much, in- 
 deed, that the engagements of the Chief Justice upon 
 the circuit will prevent their acceptance of the invita- 
 tion of Gen. and Mrs. Jas. Grant Wilson to meet 
 the President of the United States and Mrs. Hayes at 
 lunch on Tuesday, May 15. 
 
 Washington, D. C, May 3, 1877. 
 
 From the Secretary of the Treasury. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Sherman regret very much that they 
 will not be able to be in New York on May 15, and are 
 therefore compelled to decline the kind invitation of 
 General and Mrs. Wilson. 
 
 WASinNGTON, May 5. 
 
 From the Secretary of War. 
 
 The Secretary of War and Mrs. McCrary present 
 their compliments to General and Mrs. Wilson, and 
 regret exceedingly that official duties will prevent an 
 acceptance of their kind invitation to lunch with the 
 President and Mrs. Hayes, on Tuesday, May 15, at 
 one o'clock. 
 
 May 8, 1877. 
 
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 From the Postmaster General. 
 
 The Postmaster General desires to acknowledge 
 with thanks the kind invitation of General and Mrs. 
 Wilson for Tuesday, May 15, and regrets that official 
 duties prevent his acceptance. The absence of Mrs. 
 Key will also prevent her acceptance of their polite 
 invitation. 
 
 Wasbinqton, D. C, May 5, 1877. 
 
 From the Admired of the Navy. 
 
 Admiral and Mrs. Porter beg leave to acknowledge 
 the receipt of General and Mrs. Wilson's kind invita- 
 tion for Tuesday, 15th inst., to meet the President and 
 Mrs. Hayes, and regret that they will be unable to ac- 
 cept the same on account of private affairs. 
 
 Washington, May 4, 1877. 
 
 From Senator Roscoe OmMing. 
 
 Mr. and Mrs. Oonkling regret being compelled to 
 deny themselves the pleasure of accepting the invita- 
 tion of General and Mrs. Wilson to lunch on Tuesday, 
 May fifteenth. 
 
 Utioa, May 7. 
 
 From the Lieut.- General of the Army. 
 
 Lieut. -Gen. Sheridan regrets exceedingly that he 
 cannot accept the kind invitation of Gen. Jas. Grant 
 Wilson to lunch on May 15, and to meet the President 
 and Mrs. Hayes. 
 Chicago, May 13, 1877, 
 
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 From tlie British Minister. 
 
 Sir Edward and Lady Thornton regret that they 
 cannot accept General and Mrs. Wilson's kind invita- 
 tion for Tuesday, May 15, to meet the President and 
 Mrs. Hayes, because they are about to leave the Uni- 
 ted States for England. 
 
 BuiTisn Legation, Washington, May 3, 1877. 
 
 From Admiral Lord Clarence Paget. 
 
 Lord Clarence Paget presents his compliments to 
 Gen. Jas. Grant Wilson, and regrets extremely that he 
 did not return home in time to avail himself of the 
 General's kind invitation. 
 
 Clarendon Hotel, May 15th. 
 
 From His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke Alexis. 
 H. I. H., the Grand Duke Alexis, regrets that duties 
 on board his ship will deprive him of the pleasure of 
 accepting the invitation of Gen. Wilson to lunch on 
 Tuesday, May 15th. 
 
 Frigate Svetland, May 9, 1877. 
 
 From H. I. H. the Grand Duke Oonstantine. 
 His Imperial Highness the Grand Duke Constantino 
 regrets that duty retains him on board on Tuesday, 
 May fifteenth, and thanks Gen. Wilson for his kind 
 invitation. 
 
 Saturday, May 12. 
 
 From the Russian Admiral. 
 Eear Admiral Boutakoff is very sorry not to be able 
 to accept the kind invitation of General Wilson for the 
 lunch on Tuesday, May fifteenth, at one o'clock. 
 
 May 11, 1877. 
 
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 From Ralph Waldo Emerson. 
 
 Concord, Mass., May 7. 
 
 Dear Sie, — It would give me pleasure to be present 
 at the interesting ceremony at the Central Park on the 
 15th instant, but I find it will not be in my power. 
 With great regard, yours, 
 
 E. W. Emebson. 
 
 W. C. Bryant, Esq. 
 
 From Richard E. Dana, Sen. 
 
 Mr. E. H. Dana regrets that his state of health is 
 such as to prevent his accepting General and Mrs. 
 Grant Wilson's very kind invitation to meet the Presi- 
 dent of the United States and Mrs. Hayes at lunch on 
 the 15th inst. 
 
 43 Chestnut Street, Boston, May 4, 1877. 
 
 From Hon. Richard H. Dana, Jr. 
 Mr. and Mrs. Dana desire to acknowledge the kind 
 attention of General and Mrs. Wilson in their invitation 
 for the 15th inst. Nothing could be more enticing 
 than the invitation, but they are obliged to deny them- 
 selves the pleasure of accepting by reason of other 
 engagements. 
 
 361 Beacon Street, Boston, May 6, 1877. 
 
 From Hon. Oeorge Bancroft. 
 
 My Deae Madam, — Your very polite invitation to 
 lunch on Tuesday next. May fifteenth, is received. I 
 regret exceedingly that the ill health of my wife makes 
 it impossible for us to avail ourselves of it. With best 
 regards for Gen. Wilson, I remain, dear madam, 
 very respectfully and most truly yours, 
 
 Geo. Banckoft 
 
 Washington, D. C, May 8, 1877. 
 
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 From Henry W. Loncfelloio. 
 
 Mr. and Miss Edith Longfellow regret extremely 
 that they cannot have the pleasure of accepting the 
 kind invitation of General and Mrs. Grant Wilson for 
 Tuesday, May 15th. 
 
 Cambridge, May 10, 1877. 
 
 From Fro/. James Russell LoiveU. 
 
 Mr. Lowell very sincerely regrets that imperative 
 duties will deny him the pleasure of accepting, as he 
 would otherwise gladly have done, Gen. Wilson's 
 very kind invitation to be present at the interesting 
 ceremony of the fifteenth May. 
 
 Elmwood, 7th May, 1877. 
 
 From Dr. Oliver Wendell Hdmes. 
 
 Dr. Holmes regrets that his engagements do not 
 permit him to accept Gen. Jas. Grant Wilson's polite 
 invitation for May fifteenth. 
 
 296 Beacon Street, Boston, May B. 
 
 From Hon. Robert 0. Winthrop. 
 
 Boston, 12th May, 1877. 
 
 My DiiAK Sir, — The kind invitation of Mrs. Wilson 
 and yourself came to Boston while we were at New 
 York. It would have given us pleasure to witness the 
 unveiling of the statue and to meet President and 
 Mrs. Hayes at your house. But we were compelled 
 to return home a day or two since. Accept our best 
 thanks and believe me, 
 
 Respectfully and truly yours, 
 
 Robert C. Winthrop. 
 
 Gen. Jab, Grant Wilson. 
 
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 From John G. Wldttier. 
 
 Oak-Knoll, Danvers, Mass., 5th mo. 14. 
 
 .MyDeakFbiend, — * * I ^isii I could be with 
 you on the occasion, but my health will not permit me. 
 Especially I should be glad to meet the President, 
 with whose efforts to restore peace and good will and 
 to reform the civil service of the government I am in 
 hearty sympathy. I am very truly, thy friend, 
 
 John G-. Whittiee. 
 
 Gren. J. G. Wilson. 
 
 From the Hon. Hamilton Fish. 
 
 Glenclyffe, Garrison P. 0., Putnam Co., N. Y., ) 
 
 May 19, 1877. J 
 
 My Deae Sie, — * * * j ^ould have been pres- 
 ent at the unveiling ceremonies, but that returning to 
 establish " a home" — for during the last eight years 
 our residence has been so unsettled that I could not 
 call either of these places in which we successively 
 sojourned "a home" — we have found so much to do 
 and have a house full of work people of all trades, that 
 I found it necessary to remain here as much as possi- 
 ble, and hence was obliged to deny myself the pleasure 
 of attending the unveiling of the Halleck statue, as 
 also of paying my respects to the President in New 
 York. I pray you, therefore, to accept my thanks for 
 your kind invitation to Mrs. Fish and myself, and to 
 be assured of the reason why its acknowledgment has 
 been delayed, and its acceptance was without our 
 power. 
 
 With great regard, very truly yours, 
 
 Hamilton Fish. 
 
 Gen. Jas. Grant Wilson. 
 
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 The day appointed for the ceremony, as at the Ded- 
 ication of the Monument at Guilford, proved a most 
 propitious one. The following distinguished guests 
 were present at the entertainment given to the Presi- 
 dent and Mrs. Hayes, a feature of which was a beau- 
 tiful miniature representation of the Halleck Statue, 
 and the production of some old Madeira which had 
 been imported for General Washington : 
 
 The President and Mrs. Hayes; Miss Platte and 
 Miss Foote ; Mr. Webb C. Hayes ; the Secretary of 
 State and Mrs. Evarts ; Miss E. H. Evarts ; the Sec- 
 retary of the Interior and Miss Schurz ; Gen. Charles 
 Devens, Attorney-General United States ; the General 
 of the United States Army ; the Vice-Admiral of the 
 United States Navy ; Major-Gen. W. S. Hancock, U. 
 S. A.; Com. Nicholson, U. S. N., and Mrs. Nicholson; 
 Maj.-Gen. Lefroy, British Army, Governor of the 
 Bermudas ; Oapt. Wildman, 87th Fusiliers, Aide-de- 
 Camp to the Governor ; Mrs. and Miss Lefroy ; the 
 Mayor of New Tork ; Mr. Eobert A. Macfie, ex-Mem- 
 ber Parliament ; Hon. George H. Boker, Minister to 
 Eussia ; Chancellor and Mrs. J. V. L. Pruyn, of 
 Albany ; Mrs. Edwin A. Stevens, Castle Point, Hobo- 
 ken ; Mr. William C. Bryant and Miss Bryant ; Miss 
 Fairchild ; Hon. Edwin D. Morgan and Mrs. Morgan ; 
 Hon. S. B. Chittenden and Mrs. Chittenden ; Mr. and 
 Mrs. William Allen Butler ; Mrs. Samuel Colt, Hart- 
 ford, Conn. ; Mr. George William Curtis ; Mr. and 
 Mrs. Samuel B. Buggies ; Mr. Walter S. Wilson, 7th 
 Kegt. ; Mr. Andrew K. Cogswell, New Brunswick, New 
 Jersey ; Mrs. Townsend and Miss Norton ; Mr. Wil- 
 liam H. Apple ton ; Miss Wilson ; Mr. Benjamin H. 
 Field ; Mr. Alexander Stuart ; Mr. Bayard Taylor. 
 
 The Seventh Eegiment, Colonel Clark, and the Sev- 
 enth Eegiment Veteran Corps, Col. Pond, who had 
 proceeded to Seventy-fourth street by horse-cars, 
 
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 marched through that street, from Third avenue to 
 Fifth, at half-past two o'clock, and were reviewed by 
 the President, Gen. Sherman, Admiral Eowan and 
 Members of the Cabinet, from Gen. Wilson's resi- 
 dence, which was handsomely decorated with flags, as 
 were other houses in the neighborhood. The military 
 were accompanied by both Grafulla'a and Dodworth's 
 bands, comprising ninety pieces. At the close of the 
 review. Colonels Clark and Pond were presented to 
 President Hayes in Gen. Wilson's parlors. A pro- 
 cession was then formed to march to the site of 
 the Halleck Statue. The members of the commit- 
 tee and invited guests rode in the carriages behind the 
 Seventh Regiment, President Hayes, Mr. Bryant and 
 Gen. Wilson occupying the first carriage. They 
 were followed by the Veteran Corps. 
 
 The column proceeded down Fifth avenue to the 
 Seventy-second street entrance of Central Park, and 
 then along the carriage drive to the Mall, where the 
 drives separate. There the guests left their carriages, 
 the venerable Chairman with the President, and Mrs. 
 Hayes on the arm of Gen. Wilson, heading the 
 procession, and walked between the military bodies, 
 through a space enclosed by railings and ropes to the 
 stand erected near the statue, which is only a short 
 distance north of the Scott monument. The barriers 
 mentioned were necessary to keep back the large 
 crowds of spectators. 
 
 After the committee and guests above mentioned 
 had taken seats on the stand provided for them, the 
 military formed in the rear. Around the platform 
 rows of seats had been placed for two thousand per- 
 sons, who had been specially invited to attend. The 
 whole number of persons present was, probably, not 
 less than fifty thousand. 
 
 After appropriate music by the bands the Chairmnn 
 
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 called the assembly to order, and introduced President 
 Hayes. Mr. Bryant said : 
 
 " I will not believe that all this concourse has been 
 attracted hither by mere curiosity. There are num- 
 bers among you who come to honor the memory of 
 the poet whose statue is to be displayed to the public 
 view — numbers who remember the enthusiasm with 
 which they first read Halleck's poem of Marco Boz- 
 zaris, instinct with a fiery martial spirit — numbers who 
 recollect in what glorious stanzas he expressed his 
 admiration of Burns — numbers who have read with a 
 thrill of delight his fine poem of the Field of the 
 Grounded Arms, celebrating the day when, on the 
 plains of Saratoga, the British host, with its proud 
 commander, surrounded by the army of the Kepublic, 
 were taken captive like pigeons in a net. There are 
 many here whose hearts have responded to the tribute 
 paid by Halleck to Woman as the restorer of " earth's 
 lost Paradise in the green bower of home," and many 
 who have admired the genial and playful spirit in 
 which he satirized the follies of New York society. 
 My friends, you shall hear to-day a fitting expression 
 of the admiration with which Halleck is regarded 
 front a man of kindred genius, and, like him, author of 
 a graceful satire levelled at our social follies. You 
 shall hear also a poetic tribute to Halleck's memory 
 by another eminent poet, composed in his retirement 
 in Massachusetts, and worthy to be placed beside the 
 noble verses which Halleck in a moment of inspiration 
 poured forth to the memory of Burns. 
 
 " In the mean time, I am to present to you a dis- 
 tinguished personage who has consented to grace this 
 occasion with his presence, and to take part in these 
 ceremonies. The veil will now be withdrawn from the 
 statue of our departed friend and poet by the Presi- 
 dent of the United States, who, in behalf of the sub- 
 
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 scribers to the fund for erecting it, will present it to 
 the City of New York." 
 
 President Hayes then unveiled the statue, which 
 had been covered with the national colors, and made 
 the presentation in the following words : 
 
 Mayor Ely, — The honorable and very agreeable 
 duty has devolved on me, on behalf of the subscribers 
 to the Halleck Statue, to present, through you, to the 
 City of New York this now completed work. Halleck 
 — the early American poet — the favored of the early 
 American poets, a citizen of the city of New York 
 during all the years of his active life — this is his 
 statue. In his life he honored the city ; his works will 
 honor the city forever. On behalf of the subscribers 
 I present this statue, through you, to the City of New 
 York. You will preserve it ; you will prize it ; you will 
 keep it forever in these beautiful grounds as one of 
 the precious treasures of your magnificent city. 
 
 The Mayor accepted the statue in behalf of the city, 
 in the following terms : 
 
 Mr. President and Gentlemen of the Committee : 
 On behalf of the Citizens of the City of New York, I 
 accept this superb statue of the poet Halleck. He was 
 a man so thoroughly identified in life with the city, that 
 we regard him as our own. I thank the gentlemen of 
 the committee for their laudable effort in this matter. 
 I congratulate them on the pleasant duty this day so 
 happily accomplished. 
 
 The following musical and tender poem, :vritten for 
 the occasion by John G. Whittier, was read, in his 
 absence, by Gen. Grant Wilson, an intimate friend of 
 Mr. Halleck and his literary executor : 
 
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 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. 
 
 Among their graven shapes to whom 
 
 Thy civic wreaths belong, 
 0, city of his love ! make room 
 
 For one whope gift was song. 
 
 Not his the soldier s sword to wield. 
 
 Nor his the helm of state. 
 Nor glory of the stricken field. 
 
 Nor triumph of debate. 
 
 In common ways, with common men 
 
 He served his race and time 
 As well as it his clerkly pen 
 
 Had never danced to rhyme. 
 
 If, in the thronged and noisy mart. 
 
 The Muses found their son. 
 Could any say his tuneful art 
 
 A duty left undone ? 
 
 He toiled and sang ; and year by year 
 He found their homes more sweet, 
 
 And through a tenderer atmosphere 
 Looked down the brick-walled street. 
 
 The Greek's wild onset Wall street knew ; 
 
 The Red King walked Broadway ; 
 And Alnwick Castle's roses blew 
 
 From Palisades to Bay. 
 
 Fair City by the Sea ! upraise 
 His veil with reverent hands ; 
 
 And mingle with thy own the praise 
 And pride of other lands. 
 
 ^et Greece his fiery lyric breathe 
 
 Above her hero-urns ; 
 And Scotland, with her holly, wreathe 
 
 The flower he culled for Bums. 
 
 O, stately stand thy palace walls, 
 
 Thy tall ships ride the seas ; 
 To-day thy poet's name recalls 
 
 A prouder thought than these. 
 
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 Not leas thy pulse of trade shall beat, 
 
 Nor less thy tall fleets swim, 
 That shaded square and dusty street 
 
 Are classic ground through him. 
 
 Alive, he loved, like all who sing, 
 
 The echoes of his song ; 
 Too late the tardy meed we bring. 
 
 The praise delayed so long. 
 
 Too late, alas ! — Of all who knew 
 
 The living man, to-day 
 Before his unveiled face, how few 
 
 Make bare their locks of gray 1 
 
 Our lips of praise must soon be dumb, 
 
 Our grateful eyes be dim ; 
 O, brothers of the days to come. 
 
 Take tender charge of him ! 
 
 New hands the wires of song may sweep, 
 
 New voices challenge fame ; 
 But let no moss of years o'er creep 
 
 The lines of Halleck's name. 
 
 Mr. William Allen Butler, the orator of the occasion, 
 then delivered the following eloquent and admirable 
 address : 
 
 "The chief duty of this commemorative hour is 
 already discharged. The unveiled statue of Halleck, 
 in its completeness as a work of art, in its graceful 
 significance as a gift from liberal hands to the people 
 of this municipality, and in its monumental dignity, 
 stands secure upon its solid base, side by side with the 
 silent memorials of great men, face to face with nature, 
 and open to the gaze of the living multitudes who fre- 
 quent this vast enclosure. The act of its inauguration 
 is, in itsfelf, a tribute to the poet and the man "which 
 needs no added word to interpret its meaning or vin- 
 
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 dicate its juatice. At the distance of a decade of years 
 from his death, and of half a century from the maturity 
 of his genius, we need not pause to defend the right, 
 or try the title, by which the memory and the fame of 
 Halleck enter into the possession and enjoyment of 
 the new and wider privilege confirmed by this present 
 grant, which is but the further assurance of an inalien- 
 able estate, long since vested in fee forever. 
 
 Nor is it needful, at this time, to attempt any narra- 
 tive of the poet's life. He has been fortunate in his 
 biographer, whose faithful portraiture, set off with 
 vivid traits of the contemporary public and social life 
 which gave so many themes for Halleck's muse, pre- 
 sents a charming story of his pure youth ; of his un- 
 sullied manhood, in which the steady labors of the 
 counting-room were contrasted with his ardent love of 
 letters ; of his sudden and brilliant literary successes, 
 his choice companionships, his simple tastes, his 
 assured fame, his mellow old age, crowned with rever- 
 ent affections and with honors kindred to those which, 
 in a fuller measure, are rendered to his memory to- 
 day. 
 
 The monument erected in 1869 over the grave of 
 Halleck, at his native village of Guilford, was the first 
 public token of respect ever reared to the memory of 
 an American poet. The statue we dedicate now is the 
 first ever set in a public place, in like commemoration. 
 The occasion is thus a signal one, worthily marked with 
 peculiar interest and observance, and while we may 
 well leave to the critic and the biographer the task of 
 measuring and adjusting the relative rank of the poet 
 in the domain of letters and of recording the special 
 incidents of his career, it is fitting that some brief 
 utterance be given to the general sentiment and esti- 
 mate of his pre-eminence, which may serve to give, by 
 a rapid glance, an impression of his genius as a pppt, 
 as just, if not as life-like, as that which, this finished 
 
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 work of the sculptor gives us of the outward form and 
 aspect of the man. 
 
 The poems which bear the name of Fitz-Greene 
 Halleck, are comparatively few in number. The 
 whole can be read in a few hours ; those upon 
 which his fame chiefly rests,' in a single hour. 
 I have lately read, or re-read, all his published 
 poems — every line, every word — in order that, however 
 otherwise unfurnished, I might gain for the service of 
 this' occasion, a fresh contact with his poetic nature 
 as it breathes through his written works and speaks 
 on the printed page, and, perhaps, a clearer insight 
 into the sources of his poetic power. These, if I rightly 
 judge, are not difficult to discern. They did not consist 
 in any special gift of creative imagination or con- 
 templative thought, but rather in the rare and happy 
 union of the qualities of his nature. It was alive at 
 every point with sympathy and feeling ; thoroughly 
 human and humane ; responsive to all outward im- 
 pressions, whether joyous or sad ; quick in perception ; 
 keen with mother wit and a native sense of humor, and 
 graceful with a fresh fancy, borrowed from no field of 
 song or story or the thoughts of other men — the bright 
 consummate flower of a virgin soil. 
 
 But a nature cast in a poetic mould does not make 
 a poet, nor does even the added gift of poetic expres- 
 sion, which, as in the case of Halleck's earlier efforts, 
 may be imitative of other masters or guides, and so 
 tend to that medioci'ity in verse, which Horace declares 
 to be abhorrent to gods and men and booksellers. 
 To make the true poet, as distinguished from the 
 writer of verse — the poet whose words shall live in the 
 hearts and on the lips of men — there must be, besides 
 the poetic nature and the faculty of expression, the 
 latent energy and force which shall be able to 
 seize the passing moment, the present scene, the 
 grand event, and make them subservient to their 
 
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 use. It is this vigilant readiness to grasp the op- 
 portune and instant advantage, and turn it to great 
 and lasting account, this assertion by brave spirits 
 furnished for their work, of their hidden but conscious 
 power, which is ever the wonder and admira- 
 tion of the world. It is the supreme faculty. When 
 it wins fortune by a bold stroke, we are apt to 
 misname it luck ; when it saves imperilled lives at the 
 risk of. its own, or turns defeat into victory on the 
 battle field, it is heroism ; when it makes its own 
 thought and its own word the mirror and the voice of 
 the common thought and the common feeling of man- 
 kind, for want of a better name, we call it genius. 
 
 This rare gift was Halleck's. His best poems were 
 the richest and fullest expression of his nature, and 
 the " touch of nature " which " makes the whole world 
 kin " is the talisman attracting to his memory a uni- 
 versal homage. If there is here, or anywhere, a ques- 
 tioner or a caviller, who asks : Why rear a statue to 
 Halleck in this place of public concourse ? I reply, in 
 a word, because in him, the world found that rare 
 gift of God, a brother man on the common level of 
 humanity, with the full heart of a poet and the fire 
 therein. It is this inspired naturalness which is the 
 charm and the strength of his verse. His pathos is 
 the tear and sob of a first, heartbreaking grief ; his 
 fancy has the perfume of the thicket and the wood- 
 land ; his satire is the home-thrust of an honest foe ; 
 his humor is the gaiety which must have companion- 
 ship, and the echo of an answering laugh. This 
 pathos, this tender grace, this humor, were not the 
 mere fringes and furniture of his verse. They were 
 inherent in the very impulse and movement of his 
 poetic thought. They gave it its unique variety and 
 rapid alternations. How often he surprises us with 
 those quick transitions, which blend the tear and the 
 smile. How often the flow of his steady rhythm keeps 
 
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 its even swell, like a billow seen at a distance, whicli 
 we fancy will come to our feet with the resounding 
 waves before it, but of a sudden, far out from shore, 
 as if by an impulse of its own, breaks into foam and 
 spray, and seems to gather all the sunlightinto a coronet 
 for its sparkling crest. 
 
 The natural grace and dignity of his poetry were 
 conspicuous in his personal traits. The fine carriage 
 of his muse, as well as its playful mirth and warm 
 sympathy, had their counterpart in the charm of his 
 manners and his genial friendhness. He wore no 
 mask. If there was in any act or word of his, a tone 
 or color not wholly in accord with his true relation to 
 his own works, and the world's estimate of them, it 
 was in his habitual self-depreciation. His sportive 
 protests against delayed or posthumous honors, and 
 his disparagement of all his claims to them, and his 
 half jesting appeal for present recognition — as when 
 he sang : 
 
 " No, if a garland for my brow 
 la weaving, let me have it now, 
 
 While I'm alive to wear it ; 
 And if, in whispering my name. 
 There's music in the voice of fame. 
 Like Garcia's, let me hear It — " 
 
 These and other kindred lines, and his allusion, m 
 a letter to a friend, to the possibilities of a statue to 
 himself in one of the triangular parks of New York, — 
 an anticipation more than realized to-day, but of which 
 he would see only the grotesque side, — all these may 
 have concealed, while they half betrayed, a sense of 
 unrequited desert, and of the conscious right to such 
 honors as we now pay, not to the poet's shade, but to 
 the living memory which survives him. 
 
 If we glance at particular poems we may separate 
 those which are distinctively light and sportive in their 
 vein, from those which are serious. Of the first class 
 
I will speak ouly of " Panny," the longest and most 
 elaborate production of his pen, and those local fugi- 
 tive and half impromptu pieces with which Halleck and 
 Drake delighted the public under the incognito of 
 Croaker & Co. Every citizen or son of New York, duly 
 jealous of its fame, must claim these as the chief; if not 
 the sole classics of its early metropolitan prime. 
 What the charming prose of Irving's " Knicker- 
 bocker," is for the colonial infancy of New York, 
 Fanny and the Croakers are for its Eepublican adoles- 
 cence. The metropolis of that day, when, as the poet 
 sings, Ohio was his " Sunset land," was bounded by 
 very narrow limits ; but if there were fewer stars than 
 now in the spheres of business or society, or politics, 
 they shone with a lustre all the brighter for the nar- 
 row orbit in which they revolved, and the shafts of the 
 satirist found an easy mark in follies, the range of 
 whose flight Was, for the most part, restricted to the 
 region between the Battery and Canal street The 
 whole life of the time is reproduced and perpetuated 
 in these famous verses, which paint in vivid colors the 
 celebrities of church and State, of the bench and the 
 bar, the scenic stage and the social circle, the editors, 
 the poets, the politicians, the local magistrates, the 
 traders, the publicans, the caterers for public 
 and- private amusement. The names which are thus 
 immortalized were familiar to our fathers, and 
 are still fresh in the memories of some who survive^ 
 but, for the readers of a distant future, they will live 
 only as the wits and heroes and men of high and low 
 degree of the Eome of Domitian or the London of 
 Queen Anne live for us in the satires of Juvenal and of 
 Pope; But none the less will they live. The Buck- 
 tails of Tammany Hall are immortaL In a letter writ- 
 ten to me in 1858, Halleck, in response to an allusion 
 I" had made to " Fanny," speaks of the poem aa his 
 :" venerable rhymes," and says, " I made my story a 
 
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 thread to string the beads of my nonsense upon, a 
 mere rosary of fun." It is a rosary on which the fol- 
 lowers of Saint Tammany may tell their beads in a 
 penitent retrospect of that era of comparative inno- 
 cence when their predecessors confined their pota- 
 iions to malt, and their hatred to the Clintonians, and 
 never turned their tomahawks against each other. 
 Our gallant " Seventh " and their comrades in the 
 other city corps will find their glories antedated by 
 "Swartwout'slron Grays," who are made by Halleck's 
 muse the peers of the Roman legion and the Spartan 
 band. And so a long catalogue of names, illustrious 
 and obscure, might be recited, whose conspicuous vir- 
 tues or foibles, good fortune or bad fortune, are made 
 the theme of these sparkling stanzas. No contempo- 
 rary escaped; no mark was missed, no shaft failed of 
 its aim, whether winged at the loftiest or the lowliest, 
 at what was permanent or transient, from the most 
 absolute civic ruler of the day to the luckless French 
 aeronaut, whose unmanageable balloon with its at- 
 tendant rabble and consequent damage inflicted 
 upon him a double immortality, embalming him in 
 Halleck's " Fanny," and impaling him in an opinion 
 of Chief Justice Spencer as the plaintiff in error in 
 the leading case on the several liability of joint tres- 
 passers. And not only the names of men but of 
 places are kept in fragrant memory. Around the 
 heights of Weehawken the genius of Halleck has 
 thrown a wreath as graceful as that of the morning 
 mist touched with the first ray of the rising sun. 
 Chatham street, too, is classic ground. It has just 
 been rescued by a timely veto of our excellent Mayor 
 from the oblivion to which an edict of our City Fathers 
 sought to consign it ; and its denizens may rejoice in 
 the assured certainty that, with this new lease of life, 
 in the City Directory, as in the undying verse of 
 Halleck, it " still blooms and will bloom on forever." 
 
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 Of Hallect's serious poems, let me mention the touch- 
 ing lines on the death of Drake and those on Lieu- 
 tenant Allen, another life-long friend, born on the same 
 day with the poet, a gallant soldier over whose martial 
 bier he poured forth a strain of equal tenderness and 
 beauty. If, in grateful recollection of a tribute to a 
 kinsman of whom I am the nearest representative, a 
 special garland could be woven to-day of "those 
 immortal flowers whose root is in the grave," " it 
 should be mine to weave it;" but it is enough to name 
 it in the same breath with its companion elegy, both 
 breathing a tender fancy and a pure grace which place 
 ihem by the side of the Lycidas of Milton. 
 
 Next to these, and wider and higher in their poetic 
 range, come the noble lines on Burns, and that lyric of 
 lyrics, Marco Bozzaris. Of this famous poem, inimitable 
 in its peculiar vein, Halleck wrote soon after its first 
 appearance : " Bozzaris is the keystone of the arch 
 of my renown, if renown it be ;" and he speaks of its 
 being " spouted on the stage, in colleges and schools." 
 This was in March, 1827 — fifty years ago. The poet's 
 words are as true to-day as then. It is still the keystone 
 of the arch of his renown, with no intervening " if" to 
 qualify the certainty of that renown ; and it has still this 
 seal of its immortality that it is the perennial favorite of 
 the school-boy. How many juvenile voices have made 
 it the vehicle of their first essay in that art of public 
 speaking for which nature is supposed to prefigure and 
 adapt the lungs and lips of every young American. If 
 we would reassure ourselves of its true poetic power, let 
 us recall our own first efi'ort at declamation and the 
 thrill of heroic manhood which we caught from its 
 inspiration. I do not believe that any boy, however 
 awkward or abashed, ever " broke down " in Marco 
 Bozzaris when once fairly launched on the rapid current 
 of its verse. Its intense dramatic action has an irresist- 
 ible sweep which inspires its own energy, and, read or 
 
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 recited, makes the reader or deelaimer, for the time, a 
 part ol the swift succession of its scenes. They are all 
 as yivid as in our boyhood — the guarded tent of the 
 proud Moslem dreaming his last delusive dream ; the 
 midnight gathering, in the forest shade, of the Suliote 
 band of patriots ; the stealthy ambuscade, the surprise, 
 the sentry's shriek, the death grapple in the dark, the 
 triple adjuration of Bozzaris to his band, to strike for 
 altar and fireside, for green, ancestral graves, for God 
 and country, the shout of victory dearly bought with 
 nis blood, followed by the plaintive apostrophe to death, 
 at first like the wail of a widowed heart, but sud- 
 denly changing to a calm, clear note of welcome, and 
 the song of triumph in which, as by a swift assumption, 
 the hero is borne upwards and set like a star in the 
 bright particular firmament of " the few immortal 
 names." 
 
 It is not too much to say that this immortality, and 
 even our distinct memory of the Suliote chieftain, is due 
 to the impassioned verse of Halleck. Brave and noble as 
 were his deeds, and lofty as was the purpose which 
 they serred, it is not because he fought for Greece, on 
 the old Platean plain, amidst the memories of Ther- 
 mopylae and Marathon, that Bozzaris is a household 
 name with us. It is because, in this far ofl:' hemisphere, 
 in this new, uncultured mart of trade, a young account- 
 ant in a South street shipping house, turned from his 
 invoice and his day-book, to write for the Grecian 
 soldier the warrant of his fame, made authentic by the 
 sign manual of the poet. 
 
 This is the sovereign prerogative and divine right of 
 genius — to lift what is otherwise obscure or humble, or 
 transient, to its own height, and make it a sharer of 
 its immortality. The field daisy, crushed under the 
 ploughshare of Burns, lie set in a light which no crown 
 jswel ever reflected • the verse of Gray has made a 
 country church yard, in a quiet English nook, a shrine 
 
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 as memorable as the Pyramids or the Pantheon ; to 
 the sky-lark, -wbicli soars and sings in Shelley's un- 
 matched strains, the world is listening still ; the water- 
 fowl in its lone flight attracts the gaze of the world, 
 poised on the strong, serene verse of Bryant. And so 
 to the leader ot a little band ot patriots, in a desperate 
 struggle for freedom, Halleck gave a crown which 
 Csssar never wore. 
 
 Is it not fitting that with that measure of honor 
 which earthly rewards can give, we recognize and pay 
 homage to this high power of genius ? To him that 
 hath shall be given ; to this sovereign who dispenses 
 crowns, we bring the crown of sovereignty — rather, to 
 this servant who has used so well the talent of his 
 Lord, we pay the tenfold tribute which is his due. 
 
 I have reserved for final mention an element in the 
 character and works of Halleck which must not be over- 
 looked or under-estimated. I mean his patriotism. 
 Love of country and loyalty to country were in the very 
 grain and fibre oi his being. It was a youthful instinct, 
 nurtured in the fresh memories of the Bevolutibn. It 
 was a manly sentiment, strengthened and stimulated 
 by the new dangers, the varied fortunes and the final 
 successes, on sea and land, of the later struggle with 
 Great Britain. It was the ever-present inspiration of 
 his Muse. It winged the thought which, by the grave 
 of Burns, took its swift flight to his " own green, native 
 land." It was the key-note of the strains in which he 
 gave to his native State, that " rough land of earth and 
 stone and tree," the tribute of an affection as ardent 
 as ever breathed in the lay of a Troubadour, memor- 
 able for the bold touches by which he paints the home- 
 spun hero of Connecticut, and, in a single line, gives 
 to Mary Stark a deathless fame. It was this same 
 love of country which breathed in the closing lines he 
 penned for the " American Flag," that noble ode, begin- 
 piug with tbe bold and original metaphor of Drake, 
 
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 sustained throughout by his impassioned genius, and 
 fitly ending in that flash of Halleck's poetic fire which 
 seems like the answering flame of Liberty consuming 
 the offering of her votaries. 
 
 The patriotic feeling of a people is not to be meas- 
 ured by the force or volume of its poetic expression. 
 But the nation whose annals are not at times aglow 
 with an enthusiasm which can find expression only in 
 the songs of memory or hope, will have few historic 
 periods, or epic heroes. Our advancing civilization 
 may^ of right, demand a higher culture and a more fas- 
 tidious taste in the poetic art, but it can never dis- 
 pense with the inspiration of the true poet, in peace or 
 war, or with the common brotherhood of feeling by 
 which, as in water face answereth to face, so will the 
 heart of people to poet. We dedicate this statue to 
 the memory of Halleck as an American poet. It is 
 fortunate that its dedication, which marks an era in 
 the annals of our literature, should be made, in 
 so conspicuous a manner, representative of the 
 unity of our national life. The opening words 
 of dedication have been fitly spoken by one 
 who, starting in the race with Halleck, was 
 like him a victor on the same broad field, and who still 
 wears on his venerated brow the laurel with which his 
 country crowned him in his youth and her's. By the 
 act of its unveiling, the statue has been given to the 
 public gaze by the hand of the nation's chief Executive, 
 and by his graceful transfer confided to the keeping of 
 the city where the poet dwelt and whence his words 
 have gone forth wherever " the birds of fame have 
 flown." From Halleck's native New England we hear 
 the serene, memorial strains of a brother bard, who 
 gives to humanity and country, and to whatever is pur- 
 est and best, the tuneful voice of a poet and the warm 
 heart of a friend. This imperial city, by its chief mag- 
 istrate, by the flower of its citizenship and its soldiery, 
 
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 with the sound of music and amidst the bloom and 
 fragrance of this season of Nature's promise and prime, 
 accepts the dedicated statue, to hold it among its civio 
 trusts and treasui'es as a monument of the genius which 
 is the property of us all. It only remains that we do not 
 separate from the duty and the privilege of this passing 
 hour the lesson which it speaks, that the true poet is, in 
 his measure, the servant of the State, and, according to 
 the faithful exercise of his high gifts, ministers, in his lot 
 and place, with all loyal workers in industry, in enter- 
 prise and in art, to those noble ends which, in the 
 sanctuary of a nation's highest life, are its perpetual 
 strength and beauty." 
 
 On the conclusion of Mr. Butler's address, there were 
 loud calls for Mr. Evarts, the Secretary of State, who 
 at length came forward, and in response to the repeat- 
 ed summons of the vast assembly, made a few remarks, 
 when the ceremonies were concluded by the perform- 
 ance of a number of national airs. The President and 
 some of the prominent guests, after a brief visit to the 
 Museum of Natural History, in the Park, were then 
 escorted down Fifth avenue, which was crowded with 
 tens of thousands of spectators, to the Fifth Avenue 
 Hotel, by the mihtary organizations, Mrs. Hayes re- 
 turning quietly to the hotel in Gen. Wilson's carriage. 
 
 The following poem was sent by Mr. E. V. Welch of 
 New York, as a tribute to the interesting occasion : 
 
 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. 
 
 " There is an evening twilight of the heart, 
 When its wild pasaion- waves are lulled to rest; 
 
 And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart, 
 As fades the daybeam in the rosy West." 
 
 Halleok. 
 
 His twilight's past ; the dark and dreary night 
 Through which he toiled, has changed to morning bright. 
 
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 No sad forebodings dim his young dreams now; 
 "So lowering shadows cloud his radiant brow ; 
 His spirit's free, and with celestial light 
 God's universe has burst upon his sight. 
 
 Again he roams 'mid Fancy's blooming Spring ; 
 Again we hear his graceful numbers ring ; ' 
 Again he clasps his " friend of better days,'' 
 
 Again he gazes on Wyoming's vale. 
 Again, "The Phalanx of the Iron Grays" 
 
 Unfurl their starry banner to the gale ; 
 Of Alnwick Castle's ivy covered walls, 
 Its donjon-keep, and ancient festal halls, 
 •He sings again her pomps, and deeds of fame, 
 And wreathes a glory round brave Percy's name. 
 
 Of Woman, Love, and Satire still he sings ; 
 
 Wanders with Burns by Cottage, Doon and Kirk ; 
 And hears " Fair Ellen strike the minstrel strings," 
 
 And sees again Bozzaris' gleaming dirk ; 
 Adorns "the vale where thundered war's alarms" 
 
 With lines Immortal — "Field of the Grounded Arms." 
 
 Thy radiant Spirit in its lofty flight. 
 
 Has soared on Fancy's wings to realms above ; 
 Charming the soul with visions pure and bright. 
 
 Filling the heart with flowers of Hope and Love. 
 Thy glorious numbers, like the Planet's beam, 
 
 Shall change to warbling Spring, bleak Winter's gloom 
 Warrior and Sage shall feel, as in a dream — 
 
 The music of thy Lyre — the fragrance of thy bloom. 
 
 Thy twilight's past. A happier morning hour 
 Of Glory dawns on thy Poetic power ; 
 Aurora's golden beams of Heaven-born light 
 Shall blend their luster with thy Laurels bright, 
 Till Time this massive Bronze corrodes to rust — 
 And unborn nations moulder into dust. 
 
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 FITZ-GREENE HALLECK. 
 
 To-day, for the first time, an American author will 
 receive the honor of a commemorative statue. Busts, 
 shafts, or tablets have been erected to others of the 
 guild of letters, but Fitz-Greene Halleck is the first 
 to be monumentally treated as the equal of statesmen, 
 divines, and inventors. This distinction is due, less to 
 the intrinsic quality of his achievement as a poet, than 
 to the unchanging personal regard which he enjoyed 
 for half a century, and to the peculiar place which he 
 occupies in the history of American Literature. He 
 was not only one of the five men — the others, in the 
 order of their birth, being Irving, Dana, Cooper, and 
 Bryant — who founded that Literature and gave it 
 honor throughout the world, but he holds the same 
 relation to its poetry as Irving does to its prose that 
 is, he first gave it permanent popularity. 
 
 Two generations have passed since Halleck began 
 to be a fi'esh, delightful, and stimulating intellectual 
 force ; and no reader of to-day can fairly estimate the 
 service he rendered, without intimate knowledge of 
 that earlier day when each of his poems was at once a 
 surprise and a prophecy. After the resounding dull- 
 ness of Barlow and D wight, and the coarse imitative 
 satire of Trumbull, the fancy, delicate irony, and un- 
 accustomed melodious quality of the " Croaker" poems 
 fell like sudden manna upon the desert of American 
 letters. Dana, who was three years older, and Bryant, 
 who was four years younger than Halleck, had then 
 begun to write, it is true ; but the former had published 
 no poems, and the latter only his grave and grand 
 " Thanatopsis." Halleck and Drake had the field to 
 themselves ; they dealt chiefly with local matters and 
 
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 ephemeral interests, yet there was something in their 
 performance so awakening and inspiring, that their 
 publisher once received fifteen imitations in a single 
 day ! Halleck's " Fanny," published in 1819, was so 
 popular that the pubUsher gave him $500 to add fifty 
 stanzas to a new edition. This blending of humor 
 with gentle sentiment and fine descriptive poetry, em~ 
 bodied in metrical forma of great fluency and melody, 
 was something new in this country, and it antedated 
 by several years the similar work of Praed, in England. 
 
 Halleck's literary activity is included within a period 
 of ten years. Except " Red Jacket," all the poems by 
 which he will be remembered were written before 1825 ; 
 he ceased in the prime of his powers, and with forty 
 years of his life still before him. While retaining a 
 generous interest in the productions of later authors, 
 he seemed to have entirely lost the need of poetical ex- 
 pression, or to have been discouraged by finding him- 
 self fallen upon times with which he felt no genuine 
 sympathy. He was of the school of Scott, Campbell, 
 and Moore, and its only American representative. 
 Hence it is perhaps not singular that, after the death 
 of Byron and Scott, and the silence of Rogers, Moore, 
 and Campbell ; when the reaction against all of these 
 had much diminished their former victorious popu- 
 larity, and the stars of Coleridge, Wordsworth, and 
 Keats were rising at last, — Halleck should have sur- 
 mised that the taste of his old audience was not re- 
 newed in their children. He was too proud to betray 
 the least sensitiveness on this point — if, indeed, he 
 had any ; his life was in noble contrast to that of those 
 authors whose latter years are soured by attributing 
 natural failure to the perverse misconception of readers 
 or the malice of critics. 
 
 In bis personal opinions and habits Halleck also 
 belonged to the Past. It is only ten years since his 
 massive, distinguished head, and the erect, dignified 
 
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 carriage of his form, were seen, from time to time, on 
 Broadway ; and no one could pass him without feeling 
 the momentary contact of another age. Although the 
 descendant of a Pilgrim family (and from Eliot, the 
 Apostle of the Indians, on the mother's side), he inher- 
 ited the royalist sympathies of his father, who acted 
 as a British commissary during the Eevolutionary 
 War. He had no faith in the republican form of 
 government ; he was profoundly antagonistic to every 
 movement to which the epithet of "progress" was at- 
 tached ; and there was much in the literature of our 
 generation which he found almost as incomprehensible 
 as a new language. The latter half of his life was an 
 anachronism. He represented the views, the tastes, 
 the feelings, of a century ago ; but he also represented 
 the simple inborn truth, the lofty sentiment of honor, 
 the fine antique courtesy of the Gentleman of that 
 period. In these respects, he needed no element of 
 "progress," — for our day could teach him nothing 
 better 
 
 Now and then an attempt is made to disparage Hal- 
 leck's services to our literature. His best defence will 
 be found in the memory of the people, who ask for no 
 criticism when they know what they like. For fifty 
 years they have read and recited " Marco BozKaris," 
 " Burns," and " Bed Jacket," and they will continue to 
 do so for fifty years to come. " What young men are 
 sure to like," said a great poet, " cannot fail to live ; 
 for there will always be young men in the world." 
 Add " Alnwick Castle," " Connecticut," and the lyric 
 rosebud dropped on the grave of Drake, and we have 
 six universally-known and permanent poems of Halleck, 
 as many as Gray or Collins gave to the English peo- 
 ple. It doubles our gratitude to consider when, and 
 into what a comparative wilderness, he sang them. 
 We gladly yield him, to-day, the honor of perennial 
 bronze. — New York Tribune, May 15, 1877. 
 
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 THE HALLECK COMMEMOEATION. 
 
 Halleck is not one of the great poets of the world 
 but there was something peculiarly appropriate in the 
 erection of his statue in the great park of the City of 
 New York. The day, the place, the circumstances, the 
 presence of the President, the chairmanship of Mr. 
 Bryant, the poem of Whittier, the reception by the 
 Mayor, and the address by Mr. Butler, who, like Hal- 
 leck, has gathered the laurels of literary distinction in 
 the intervals of engrossing pursuits of another kind, 
 were all most felicitous. Mr. Bryant's few words of 
 introduction had a curious charm. He stood in the 
 warm May sunshine, under the shadowy trees, his 
 venerable form the centre of the vast throng that 
 stretched away on every side, and he who had been the 
 comrade of Halleck, and had raised with him the 
 earliest notes of American song, spoke a few graceful 
 and generous words in honor of his memory and his 
 fame. He ended by introducing the President, who, 
 after a few apt words, and amid the hearty cheers of 
 the great multitude, unveiled the statue. The Mayor 
 modestly accepted it for the city, and Gen. Wilson 
 read the musical verses of Whittier, which were pecu- 
 liarly happy in touching the character of Halleck's 
 claim for commemoration in New York, and in assert- 
 ing the humanizing power of poetry. Mr. Butler, in a 
 firm, clear voice, and with great spirit, then delivered 
 his admirable discourse, in which the glow of eulogy 
 was but a generous and natural strain upon such an 
 occasion. He stated with great felicity the secret of 
 the poet's influence. It is not poetic susceptibility 
 alone, nor the gift of rhythmical expression, nor both 
 combined, but the instinct which seizes the moment 
 and the passing event and speaks adequately for it and 
 of it, the universal emotion. This, when it suddenly 
 
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 wins fortoue, is called luck. When it snatches victory 
 from the doubt and fury of great contests, we call it 
 heroism. When it expresses in literature the common 
 thought and the common feeling, at moments or upon 
 subjects of commanding interest, it is known as genius. 
 Mr. Butler traced vividly the relation of Halleck to the 
 local life of the City of New York, elaborating in graphic 
 detail the lines in Whittier's poem which describe the 
 charm with which Halleck's muse invested the New 
 York of sixty and seventy years ago : 
 
 He toiled ana sang ; and year by year 
 Men found their homes more sweet, 
 
 And through a tenderer atmosphere 
 Looked down the "brick-walled street. 
 
 " The Greek's wild onset Wall street knew; 
 The Red King walked Broadway ; 
 And Alnwick Castle's roses blew 
 From Palisades to Bay." 
 
 This suggests the chief significance of the occasion. 
 The orator reminded his hearers that the monument 
 erected to Halleck m 1869, at Guilford, in Connecticut, 
 where he is buried, was the first public token of respect 
 ever reared to the memory of an American poet, and 
 that the statue in the Central Park is the first ever set 
 in a public place in like commemoration. It is a very 
 poor work of art, but that does not destroy its signifi- 
 cance. It is the public recognition of literature as one 
 of the great forces in the State, to be commemorated 
 side by side with statesmanship, and scientific inven- 
 tion, and research, and every other form of chief pub- 
 lic service. It acknowledges the poet not to be merely 
 an ornamental and superfluous person, it accepts his 
 humanizing and elevating influence as among the true 
 glories of nations. " It only remains," said Mr. Butler, 
 in eloquently closing his discourse, " that we do not 
 
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 separate from the duty and the privilege of this passing 
 hour the lesson which it speaks, that the true poet is, 
 in his measure, the servant of the State, and, according 
 to the faithful exercise of his high gifts, ministers, in his 
 lot and place, with all loyal workers in industry, in enter- 
 prise, and in art, to those noble ends which, in the sanc- 
 tuary of a nation's highest life, are its perpetual strength 
 and beauty." — Harper's Weekly, June 2, 1877. 
 
 SUBSCEIBEBS TO THE HALLECK STATUE. 
 
 Benjamin R. Winthrop. .. . $500 | 
 
 Benjaniin H. Field 350 
 
 Frederic De Peyster 250 
 
 S. B. Cliittenden 
 
 Hamilton Fiah 
 
 James G. Bennett 
 
 Samuel J. Til Jen 
 
 John David Wolfe 
 
 Wm. Cullen Bryant. . . . 
 
 250 
 260 
 250 
 250 
 200 
 200 
 
 D. Appleton <fe Co 200 
 
 Gulian C. Verplaiick 300 
 
 Samuel F. B. Morae 100 , 
 
 Thomas N. Lawrence 100 
 
 David Dudley Field 100 j 
 
 Thomns K. Faile 100, 
 
 William M. Evarts 100 | 
 
 William W. Phelps 100 | 
 
 Charles T. Raynolds 100 , 
 
 James P. Kernochan 100 I 
 
 W. &. J. O'Brien 100 
 
 John Q. Jones 100 
 
 Charles O'Conor 100 
 
 W. C. Rhinelauder 100 
 
 David Stewart 100 
 
 A. Oakey Hall 100 
 
 0, V. S. Roosevelt 100 
 
 Samuel D. Babcock $100 
 
 Charles P. Clinch 100 
 
 Cyrus "W. Field 100 
 
 Thomas Lord 100 
 
 William M. Vermilye. ... 100 
 
 Robert Bonner 100 
 
 William Niblo 100 
 
 T. W. C. Moore 100 
 
 William T. Biodgett 100 
 
 William B. Ou-den 100 
 
 Moses K. Grinnei; 100 
 
 John A. C. Gray 100 
 
 HicksonW. Field 100 
 
 William A. Wheelock 50 
 
 Josiah Macy's Sons 50 
 
 Thomas Barron 60 
 
 Benjamin G. Arnold 50 
 
 Jonalhan Sturges 50 
 
 Charles L. Tiffany 60 
 
 Jas. Grant Wilson 50 
 
 James W. Gerard 60 
 
 Augustus Schell 50 
 
 J. Green Pearson i . . 50 
 
 George K. Sistare .50 
 
 George H Boker 50 
 
 Evert A. Duyckinck 50 
 
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 VVm. H. Aspinwall BO 
 
 G. "W. Quintard 60 
 
 John M. Bixby 60 
 
 Samuel Hawke 50 
 
 Joshua Jones 60 
 
 James Buell 60 
 
 Randolph "VV. Townsend. . . 60 
 
 Marshall 0. Roberts 50 
 
 John D. Jones 60 
 
 Moses Taylor 50 
 
 James H.Titus 60 
 
 W. F. Havemeyer 50 
 
 Loring Andrews S5 
 
 John McKesson S5 
 
 William C. Conner 26 
 
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 John MoKeon 25 
 
 Thurlow Wesd 25 
 
 Henry Clews 25 
 
 Wm. H. Macy 25 
 
 J. Van Schaick 25 
 
 Alexander Taylor 25 
 
 W. L. Cogswell 25 
 
 John Warren 25 
 
 H. F. Spaulding 26 
 
 Henry A. Burr 26 
 
 R. E. Mount, Jr 25 
 
 William Kenible 25 
 
 Alfred Pell, 25 
 
 W.W.Wright 25 
 
 John Bigelow 25 
 
 John Fowler, Jr 26 
 
 E.C.Benedict 25 
 
 Charles A. Peabody 25 
 
 Charles P. Daly 25 
 
 Wilson G. Hunt 25 
 
 James W. Beekman 2.5 
 
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 J. Hallgarten 25 
 
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 Theodore Roosevelt 25 
 
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 Gouverneur Komble 25 
 
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 S.L.M. Barlow 25 
 
 K P. & J. M. Bailey 25 
 
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 Andrew H. Green 26 
 
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 Clark Bell 25 
 
 Ellsworth Eliot 20 
 
 Shepherd Knapp, 20 
 
 A. W. Blake 20 
 
 George A. Elliot 20 
 
 B. F. Carver ao 
 
 John T. Agnew 20 
 
 Sinclair Tousey 20 
 
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 George Hill 16 
 
 Barry Gray 10 
 
 Charles Dana 10 
 
 C. W. S. Albany 10 
 
 Wm. C. Fowler 10 
 
 Rev. C. B. Smith 10 
 
 S. P. Dinsmore 10 
 
 G. H. McClure ., 10 
 
 D. R. Liddy 10 
 
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 Wm. H. Wickham 10 
 
 J. N. Tappan 10 
 
 William Jay 10 
 
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 POETEAITS OF FITZ-GEEENE HALLECK. 
 
 Miniature painted on ivory in 1811, by an English 
 artist known as " mysterious " Brown, in the posses- 
 sion of Gen. Jas. Grant Wilson. 
 
 Miniature painted 1820, by Nathaniel Bogers, a pu- 
 pil of Brown, owned by Mr. William Loring Andrews. 
 
 Portrait bust paiuted between 1820 and 1825, by 
 John Wesley Jarvis, in the possession of Mrs. George 
 0. DeKay, 
 
 Portrait bust painted in oil, about 1828, by Prof. S. 
 F. B. Morse, owned by the Astor Library. 
 
 Cabinet portrait in oil painted by Henry Inman, 
 about 1830, in the possession of Mr. Charles P. 
 CHnch. 
 
 Portrait bust executed in 1831, by Henry Inman, 
 and now in the gallery of the New York Historical 
 Society. 
 
 Portrait bust painted about 1836, by Samuel P. 
 Waldo, also in the collection of the New York His- 
 torical Society. 
 
 Portrait bust painted in 1847, for Messrs. D. Apple- 
 ton & Co., and now in their private office, by Charles 
 Loring Elliott. 
 
 Portrait bust by Thomas Hicks, painted in 1855, 
 for Mr. Benjamin E. Winthrop. 
 
 Of the above portraits, numbers two, six, eight and 
 nine have been engraved on steel, to accompany differ- 
 ent editions of Halieck's poetical writings, and hia 
 " Life and Letters." 
 
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 ARTICLES, ADDRESSES, &c., ON HALLECK. 
 
 FiTZ- Greene Halleck. Ko. 1 of a series of Literary 
 Portraits, by George S. Hillard. The Xew England 
 Magazine, August, 1831. 
 
 To Eitz-Gkeene Halleck. Esq. A poem by Dr. Jo- 
 seph Rodman Drake. 2Vie New York Mirror, 
 March 3, 1832. 
 
 The Writings of Fitz-Greene Halleck. By William 
 C. Bryant. Accompanying an engraving of In man's 
 portrait of Halleck. The New York Mirror, Sep- 
 tember 24, 1836. 
 
 Alnwick Castle, with other Poems. The American 
 Quarterly Review, June, 1837. 
 
 FitZ'Greene Halleck. The second of a series of 
 Moral and Mental Portraits. By James Lawson. 
 The Southern Literary Magazine, April, 1842. Re- 
 printed— !r/ie New World, Nov. 25th, 1843. 
 
 Halleck's Marco Botzares, in modern Greek. By 
 George D. Cauale, a Zacynthian. 8vo, pp. 9. Cam- 
 bridge, Mass. Welch, Bigelow & Company, 1H59. 
 
 Fitz- Greene Hajxeck. By Dr. James Wynne. Har- 
 per's Magazine, April, 1862. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By Evert A. Duyckinck, with 
 a full length portrait after a photograph. Portrait 
 Gallery of Eminent Americans, 1862. 
 
 Halleck's Young America. By Evert A. Duyckinck. 
 Ne.'w York Times, January JiO, 1864. 
 
 Firz-GuEENE Halleck. By Edgar Allan Poe. Gra- 
 ham's 3Iagazine, September, 1843. Reprinted in 
 Yol. 3, of Poo's Works, New York, 1866. 
 
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 Some Eeminiscences oe Fitz-Greene Halleck. By 
 Joel Benton. Frank Leslie's Illustrated Paper, Jan. 
 4, 1867. 
 
 Fitz-Geeene Halleck. Eeminiscences by Barry 
 Gray. JVetv York Uvening Mail, Jan. 9, 1868. 
 
 Fitz-Geeene Halleck. A memorial by Frederick S. 
 Cozzens. Bead before the New York Historical 
 Society Jan. 6, 1868. 8vo, pp. 32. New York, 
 1868. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By Gen. Jas. Grant Wilson. 
 Ne%v York Ledger, Jan. 25th, 1868. 
 
 Eehinisoences of the Poet Halleck. By James H. 
 Hackett. N. Y. Evening Post, Jan. 31, 1868. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. A Biographical Sketch. By 
 Gen. J. Grant Wilson. Hours at Home, February, 
 1868. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck as a Poet. By the Eev. H. C. 
 Alexander. Hours at Home, February, 1868. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By Henry T. Tuckerman. 
 lAppincotCs Magazine, February, 1868. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By Evert A. Duyckinck, 
 with a portrait of Halleck, etched after an original 
 pencil sketch by Horatio Greenough. Putnam's 
 Magazine, February, 1868. Privately printed for 
 W. L. Andrews. New York, 1868. 4to, pp. 22. 
 
 Catalogue of the Private Library op the late 
 Fitz-Greene Hallkck, Esq., to be sold by auction 
 on Monday, Oct. 12, 1868. Leavitt, Strebeigh & 
 Co. New York. 1868. 8vo, pp. 26. 
 
 Some Notices op the Life and Wbit^ngs (3p Fitz- 
 Greene Halleck. Eead before the Neiv York His- 
 torical Society on the 3d of February, 1869, by 
 William Oullen Bryant. 1869. 8vo, pp. 43. 
 
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 EDITIONS OF THE POET'S WORKS. 
 
 Fanny. 8vo, pp. 64. New Tork, C. Wiley & Co. 1819. 
 
 The Ceoakees. By Halleck and Drake. 12mo. New 
 York. Publishier unknown. 1819. 
 
 Fanny. Second edition. Svo, pp. 67. New York, Wiley 
 & Halstead. 1821. Eeprinted in .Edinburgh. 
 
 Alnwick Castle, with other Poems. 8vo, pp. 64. 
 New York, G. & C. CarviU. 1827. 
 
 The Woeks op Lord Byeon, in Vebse and Peose, 
 including his Letters, Journals, etc., with a sketch 
 of his life, by Fitz-Greene Halleck. 1 vol. Svo, pp. 
 627. New York, George Dearborn. 1834. 
 
 Alnwick Castle, with other Poems — 2d ed. 8vo, pp. 
 99. New York, George Dearborn. 1836. 
 
 Fanny, and other Poems. 12mo, pp. 130. New York, 
 Harper & Brothers. 1839. 
 
 Poems by Fitz-Geeene Halleck. 12mo. New York, 
 Harper & Brothers. 1839. 
 
 Selections peom the British Poets. By Fitz-Greene 
 Halleck. 2 vols. 18mo. New York, Harper & 
 Brothers. 1840. 
 
 Alnwick Castle, with other Poems. 12mo, pp. 105. 
 New York, Harper & Brothers. 1845. 
 
 The Poetical Woeks of Fitz-Geeene Halleck. 
 Now first collected, illustrated with steel engravings. 
 8vo, pp. 286, New York, D. Appleton & Co. 1847. 
 
 Ike Poetical Whitings of Fitz-Geeene Halleck. 
 12mo, pp. 232. New York, J. S. Eedfield. 1852. 
 
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 The Poetical Weitings of Fitz-Geeene Halleck". 
 New edition. Illustrated with steel engravings. 
 8vo., pp. 286. New York, D. Appleton & Co. 1858. 
 
 The Poetical "Weitings of Fitz-Geeene Halleck. 
 12mo, pp. 238. New York, D. Appleton & Co. 
 1858. 
 
 The Poetical Weitings of Fitz-Geeene Halleck. 
 24mo, pp, 238. Blue and gold. New York, D. Ap 
 pleton & Co. 1858. 
 
 The Ceoakees. By Halleck and Drake, No. 16, Brad- 
 ford Club series, 8vo, New York. 1860. 
 
 Young Ameeica. A poem, 16mo, pp. 49. New York, 
 D. Appleton & Co. 1865. 
 
 Lines to the Eecoedee. Edition of seventy copies, 
 printed for W. L. Andrews, Imp. 8vo, pp. 31. New 
 York. I860. 
 
 Fanny. A Poem. Edition of seventy copies, printed 
 for W. L. Andrews, Imp. 8vo, pp. 84, with a portrait 
 engraved by Burt, from miniature by Eogers. New 
 York. 1866. 
 
 The Poetical Weitings of Fitz-Geeene Halleck, 
 with extracts from those of Joseph Eodman Drake, 
 edited by Jam'-s Grant Wilson, 12mo, pp. 389. The 
 same, with illustrations and additional portraits, 100 
 copies Eoyal 8vo, large paper, pp. 389. New York, 
 D. Appleton & Co. 1869. 
 
 The Poetical Weitings of Fitz-Geeene Halleck, 
 edited by James Grant Wilson, 18mo, pp. 273, Blue 
 and gold. New York, D. Appleton & Co. 1809. 
 
 A Desceiption of the Dedication of the Monument 
 
 EEECTED at GUILFOED, CONN., IN HONOE OF FlTZ- 
 
 Geeene Halleck. Privately printed for the Com- 
 mittee, by D. Appleton & Co. New York. 1869. 
 8vo, pp. 39. 
 
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 Pbogramme of the Amateur Entertainment in aid of 
 THE Halleck Statue Fund, at the residence of Dr. 
 Thomas Ward, No. 1 West Forty-seTenth street, on 
 Tuesday, May 4, 1869, at 3 o'clock p. M. Including 
 " A Word for the Bard," a poem by Dr. Ward. 
 8vo, pp. 4. 
 
 The Life and Letters of Fitz-Gbeene Halleoe. 
 By James Grant Wilson. 12mo, pp. 607, New 
 York, D. Appleton & Co., 1869. Same Work with 
 illustrations and additional portraits, 100 copies, 
 royal 8vo. 
 
 A Memorial of the American poet Fitz -Greene Hal- 
 leck, with a translation of Marco Botzares also in 
 modern Greek, by Prof. George D. Canale. Athens. 
 1870. 
 
 Haixecklana — Nos. 1 and 2. By Gen. James Grant 
 Wilson. The Independent, February, 1872. 
 
 A Poet's Life Romance. By the Rev. J. S. Trevelli. 
 The Philadelphia Press, December, 1S74. 
 
 Halleck and his Theatrical Friends. By Gen. Jas. 
 Grant Wilson. Potter s American Monthly. Feb- 
 ruary, 1875. Philadelphia. 
 
 The First Statue to an American Poet. By Andrew 
 James Symington. Glasgow Herald, April 14, 1877. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By Bayard Taylor. New 
 York Tribune, May 15, 1877. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By George Parsons Lathrop. 
 Atlantic Monthly, June, 1877. 
 
 The Halleck Commemoration. By George Wilham 
 Curtis. Harper's Weekly, June 2, 1877. 
 
 Fitz-Greene Halleck. By Bayard Taylor. North 
 American Mevieiu, July — August, 1877.