A History of American Literature. Boynton Percy Holmes

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      These elephantine poems were written each in several “books,” to each one of which was prefixed an outline which, in the language of the day, was called “the argument.” Here is a part of the outline for Book VII of Timothy Dwight’s “Greenfield Hill” (1794):

      Happiness of U. S. contrasted to Eastern Despotism. Universal Prevalence of Freedom. Unfortified, and therefore safe, state of U. S. Influence of our state of Society on the Mind. Public Property employed for the Public Benefit. Penal Administrations improved by Benevolence. Policy enlarges its scope. Knowledge promoted. Improvements in Astronomical and other Instruments of Science. Improvements of the Americans, in Natural Philosophy – Poetry – Music – and Moral Science. State of the American Clergy. Manners refined. Artificial Manners condemned. American Women. Cultivation advanced. Other Nations visit this country, and learn the nature, and causes, of our happiness. Conclusion.

      And here is a part of the argument to Book IX of Joel Barlow’s “Columbiad,” in which he demonstrates that the present government of America is a culmination of all human progress:

      … the ancient and modern states of the arts and of society, Crusades, Commerce, Hanseatic League, Copernicus, Kepler, Newton, Galileo, Herschel, Descartes, Bacon, Printing Press, Magnetic Needle, Geographic Discoveries, Federal System in America.

      Freneau had shared all this prophetic enthusiasm, and had expressed it even before the war, partly in an actual commencement poem on “The Rising Glory of America” and partly in a series of eighteen “Pictures of Columbus.” Just after graduation he had written:

      I see, I see

      A thousand Kingdoms rais’d, cities and men

      Num’rous as sand upon the ocean shore;

      Th’ Ohio then shall glide by many a town

      Of note; and where the Mississippi stream

      By forests shaded now runs weeping on,

      Nations shall grow, and States not less in fame

      Than Greece and Rome of old; we too shall boast

      Our Alexanders, Pompeys, heroes, kings,

      That in the womb of time yet dormant lye

      Waiting the joyful hour of life and light.

      After the war, however, he did not rejoin the increasing choir who were singing this kind of choral. His most interesting bit of prophecy, which must have seemed to his contemporaries to be a piece of the airiest fancy, has been amazingly verified more than a century after he wrote it. This is “The Progress of Balloons,” written in the jaunty tone of “The Political Balance”:

      The stagemen, whose gallopers scarce have the power

      Through the dirt to convey you ten miles in an hour,

      When advanc’d to balloons shall so furiously drive

      You’ll hardly know whether you’re dead or alive.

      The man who at Boston sets out with the sun,

      If the wind should be fair, may be with us at one,

      At Gunpowder Ferry drink whiskey at three

      And at six be at Edentown, ready for tea.

      (The machine shall be order’d, we hardly need say,

      To travel in darkness as well as by day)

      At Charleston by ten he for sleep shall prepare,

      And by twelve the next day be the devil knows where.

…

      If Britain should ever disturb us again,

      (As they threaten to do in the next George’s reign)

      No doubt they will play us a set of new tunes,

      And pepper us well from their fighting balloons.

…

      Such wonders as these from balloons shall arise —

      And the giants of old that assaulted the skies

      With their Ossa on Pelion, shall freely confess

      That all they attempted was nothing to this.

      This, of course, was newspaper poetry, and Freneau, for long years of his life, was a newspaper man. Even his lines “To Sir Toby,” a slaveholding sugar-planter in Jamaica, spirited as they are, are in effect an open letter in protest against human slavery, and they were printed in the National Gazette in 1792.

      The really poetical work of Freneau, however, which entitles him to an attention greater than that for his fellows, had nothing to do with political or military events of the day. They were his shorter poems on American nature and American tradition; and a distinguishing feature of them was that they were different from the English poetry of the time, in form as well as in content. As a young man Freneau had set out on his career by writing after the style of Milton and Dryden and Pope and their lesser imitators. This was absolutely natural. Until after the Revolution, America was England; and it was more nearly like England in speech and in thought than much of Scotland and Ireland are to-day. All the refinements of America were derived from English sources; practically all the colonists’ reading was from English authors. But after the Revolution there came a strong reaction of feeling. We can look to Freneau’s own rimes (journalistic ones again) for an explanation of the new and native quality of his later verse; they are called “Literary Importation,” and they conclude as follows:

      It seems we had spirit to humble a throne,

      Have genius for science inferior to none,

      But hardly encourage a plant of our own:

      If a college be planned

      ’Tis all at a stand

      ’Till to Europe we send at a shameful expense,

      To send us a bookworm to teach us some sense.

      Can we never be thought to have learning or grace

      Unless it be brought from that horrible place

      Where tyranny reigns with her impudent face;

      And popes and pretenders

      And sly faith-defenders

      Have ever been hostile to reason and wit,

      Enslaving a world that shall conquer them yet.

      ’Tis a folly to fret at the picture I draw:

      And I say what was said by a Doctor Magraw;

      “If they give us their Bishops, they’ll give us their law.”

      How that will agree

      With such people as we,

      Let us leave to the learned to reflect on awhile,

      And say what they think in a handsomer stile.

      As a consequence of this feeling that America should be different, the tendency grew to seek out native subject matter and to cease conscious imitation of English literary models. For the next half century American authors were contending, every now and then, that native themes should occupy their attention, and a good deal of verse and prose was written with this idea in mind. Most of it was more conscientious than interesting, for literature, to be genuinely effective, must be produced not to demonstrate СКАЧАТЬ