REASON AND LOVE by Miss Pardoe. 1843 [poetry]

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THE NEW WORLD. January 28, 1843. || Ainsworth's Magazine. Vol. II. 1842

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REASON AND LOVE. BY MISS PARDOE. REASON and Love, one summer noon, Went out to rove together; The wild birds sang their sweetest tune, 'Twas sparkling sunny weather. Soon the wild boy began to play Among the leafy bowers, While Reason warn'd him not to stray, And talk'd of darkening hours. Love laugh'd: he heeded not such things While all was bright about him; But shook the sunshine from his wings, And dared, the Imp! to flout him. “Rash boy!” cried Graybeard; “prithee, move; You see how fast day closes—” “How very glowingly,” smiled Love, “The sun sets on the roses!” Reason still argued—Love grew warm, And every caution slighted; Till Reason, yielding to the charm, They stay'd, and were benighted. And thus the case will ever prove— To doubt the fact were treason; Reason is oft misled by Love, Lover never yields to Reason!

CHILDREN by Park Benjamin. 1843 [poetry]

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THE NEW WORLD. January 28, 1843. || THE ROVER. Vol.2. 1844. || +1

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CHILDREN. BY PARK BENJAMIN. UNTO me there are no blessings, Which high Heaven, indulgent, lends, Dearer than the sweet caressings Of my little friends. When they flock, like birds, about me— Birds in rainbow plumage clad— Their bright looks and trilling voices Make my spirit glad. Pure, confiding, free from sorrow, Free from even a shade of sin, They, like lilies in their glory, Neither toil nor spin. Wicked tongues have not assailed them, Or the serpent, slander, stung, Or the poisonous ivy clambered Their green leaves among. Parasites, and false companions, Have not stolen their guileless trust, And their tenderest flowers of feeling Trampled in the dust. Dark suspicion, envy, malice— Fiends to man and foes to God— Never scathed the blooming gardens By their footsteps trod. Mother-love has folded round them Arms more soft than angels' wings, And with sweeter accents lulled them Than an angel sings. Father-love, defending, keeping, Leading, strengthening, cheering, throws Its broad shield above them, waking Or in deep repose. Gentle darlings, spotless creatures, How, through many a live-long day, Have I, neither vexed nor weary, Joined your merry play! I, a lonely man, am friendless Never where young children be; Though my love for them be endless, Large is theirs for me.

Wild Boy of the Woods of Indiana. 1838

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Vermont Phoenix. May 4, 1838 || Kentucky Gazette. May 3, 1838 || Tarboro' Press. June 23, 1838

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WILD BOY OF THE WOODS.
[A second Caspar Hauser.]

The following account of a boy found wild in the State of Indiana, is from the Canton (Ill.) Herald:

We have seen in several papers an account of a boy, apparently thirteen or fourteen years old, who was found in the woods in the vicinity of the Chathilinot Prairies, in the State of Indiana. It is said the boy is now in the family of a Col. Clark[, or] Clarkson, of Bush Hill, a place not far from the spot where he was found. He is handsomely formed, has fine limbs, very elastic in his movements, stout, with clear, full and intelligent black eyes. He has been several months with the Colonel's family, during which time he has uttered no articulate sound, expressed no wish by any sign, though he evidently pays considerable attention to things and events around him. He sometimes gives a sort of piercing screech, which by its being always at a measured elevation, and after which he seems to listen with care, affords ground for the conclusion that the poor fellow has been accustomed to receive some sort of answer from a source to us unknown. He chooses the naked earth for his bed, and utterly rejects all covering save a deer skin, which he wraps around his body. He takes his food in a raw state—principally beef, poultry, potatoes and nuts. It is astonishing with what voraciousness he consumes small birds. He will strip off its feathers and entrails, and devour it with a relish amounting to an extacy. He has thus far evinced a melancholy temperament, choosing to be much alone, and makes for the woods whenever an opportunity is presented, but when found attempts no escape, but passively returns. He manifests no attachment for any human being, save a servant girl in the family. By her request he has occasionally eat a little corn bread, and set down for a moment on a chair. Wheat bread he peremptorily refuses. He has made comparatively no advancement toward civilization.

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Similar stories:
Peter the Wild Boy, Victor of Aveyron, Kaspar Hauser [Wikipedia]