JULIN:
AN ORIGINAL POEM, WRITTEN FOR “OUR DAILY
FARE,” BY EMANUEL GEIBEL.
Wo lay with pleasure before our readers one of
two poems written for our journal by Emanuel
Geibel, the greatest living poet of Germany.
The translation is by our colleague, Mrs. Robert
M. Hooper, who chances to have made a specialty
of translating from this writer, as is shown in the
greater portion of an exquisite little volume by
her, which has recently been published by F.
Leypoldt, consisting of lyrics from Geibel.
In explanation of the poem, we would state that
Julin, or Vinetum, was a flourishing city in the
Bth century, on the Baltic coast, but which, like
Agnanum, near Naples, or the glorious city built
by the god Baly, of Indian legend, sunk beneath
the waves.
JULIN
Es rauscht der Wind, es rinnt die Welle,
Befluegclt scliwebt das Schiff dahin;
An jcncs Krcidcfelscns Schwello
Dort, sagt dcr Schiffer, lag Julin.
Julin die hohe Stadt am Sunde,
Die still (lie Mccrflut ucbcrscliwoll;
Wie klingte die fablehafte Kunde
Mirheut ans Ilerz erinnrungsvolll
Ich denk’ an mciucr Kindheit Tago,
Da mir, von Maerchcnlust beseelt,
Dio Schwester jene Wundersago
Dos Abends vor der Thuer erzachlt.
Noch steht’s rair deutlicli im Gcmuothe:
Wir sassen auf der Bank von Stein,
Am NochbarhauB die Linde bluehte,
Am Rimmed quoll des Mondcs Schcin.
Die Schlauken Zackengiebel hoben
So ernst sicli wo dor Schatton flel
Und dann und wann erklang von oben
Von Sankt Marien das Glockenspiel.
Dann ging’s hinein zum Nachtgcbeto
Und lindcr Schlaf umfing mich drauf;
Ich baute die vorsunk’nen Staodto
Im Traurae praechtig wloder auf.
0 Knabontraume rein und hello
0 Jugendlust wo gingt ihr bin !
Es rauscht dor Wind, es rinnt die Wello,—
Wo Bind Vineta und Julin?
JULIN
Soft sighs the breeze, soft flows the wave,
Swift flies the vessel on her way;
To yonder ledge of chalky rock,
“There,” says the Captain, “Julin lay.”
Julin, the city by the sea,
Swept by the silent flood away,
How comes the old tradition back,
To my rememb’ring heart to-day!
I think how in ray childhood’s days,
My soul rejoiced in fabled lore,
My sister many a wondrous tale
Told me at eve beside the door.
Clearly my mind recalls the scene,
We sat upon a bench of stone,
In the next garden lindens bloomed,
The moon in heaven brightly shone.
The slender Gothic gables rose
Solemnly where the shadows fell,
And now and then rung out o’erhead
The chimes from sweet Saint Mary’s bell,
Then, in we went to nightly prayer,
Then slumber soothed my childish brain,
And I the buried cities built
In splendor in my dreams again.
Otjb Daily Pabb.
0 boyish dreams, so bright, so pure,
0 youthful joys, where did you floe?
Soft sighs the breeze, soft flows the wave, —
Julin—Vineta—where are yc?
n on GREAT KIM FAIR
The New Jersey Department«**Facts,
Fancy, and Gossip.
/VUR Great Central Fair is a success more
complete than its most sanguine friends
dreamed of. Thousands have been realized
where hundreds were expected; hundreds
came in the place of tens, and mites have
rolled up into tens with most marvelous rapid
ity. The crowd of visitors yesterday and last
evening were without precedent, the doors
being besieged for hours before they were
opened, and every part of the vast range of
buildings being overrun during the entire day
and evening. The scene was of that descrip
tion which sets description at defiance, all
known adjectives failing to convey any ade
quate idea of the real condition of things at
the Fair.
NEW JERSEY,
Both New Jersey and Delaware united heart
ily iri the enterprise which has culminated in
the Great Central Fair, and the citizens of
those States have been lavish in their contri
butions to the good cause. Two avenues are
set apart for the display of goods from these
States, and no visitor to the Fair can avoid
calling in and taking a peep at the host of
beautiful articles on exhibition.
New Jersey has the avenue running north of
Union avenue and Eighteenth street. In the
decorations and the general arrangement of
the goods great taste has been shown. The
large number of the battle-stained and torn
flags of New Jersey Regiments has allowed
the decorator full scope, and the result is very
creditable. General George M. Robeson,
James H. Stevens, Camden, Judge Carpen
ter, and Alex. G. Cattell, were very active
in the work of collecting articles for the exhi
bition, and their efforts have been crowned
with suooess. They are still busily engaged in
looking after the interest of their State, and
are determined that New Jersey shall not be
slighted in the immense mass of good things
brought together in the Central Fair.
Camden, Burlington, Cumberland, Trenton,
Gloucester, Salem and West Jersey have sepa
rate tables, and on each the ladies offer for
sale a tempting array of fancy and useful
articles.
Gloucester sends a model of “ Uncle Abe’s
Old Kentuoky home,” and no doubt the com
petition among bidders for this log-house will
produce abundant revenue to the table. The
same table eontains a number of handsome
vases of flowers, together with articles falling
under the general head of “ Lingerie.”
Burlington offers pyramids of flowers, fancy
articles, children’s clothing, and a miscella
neous collection, whose value is much increased
by their skillful arrangement with a view to
attract purchasers. Burlington will not be
left in the lurch when the grand settlement
day comes around.
Cumberland, Salem and Camden have very
fine displays of fancy goods, toys, &c., &c.,
and the presence of handsome young lady at
tendants will prove a sore trial to the young
men who unsuspectingly wander into this de
partment. If there is any spare cash needed
outside the Fair buildings, do not allow these
young ladies an opportunity of transfixing you
with a glance from their bright eyes. Our
people will be surprised to find what a number
of pretty girls Jersey can produce at short
notice.
Trenton furnishes a supply of hooks, and
also a magnificent scarf, valued at $2OO, and
which is to be sold for the benefit of the Com
mission. A table devoted to “Ewing & Asy
lum, Croswick,” is crowded with goods, and a
purchaser will be hard to please indeed if
nothing suitable can be found here. The
ladies in attendance are very obliging, and
do not charge for showing the goods. Step
up and look at them. The flag of the 9th
Regiment New Jersey Volunteers is part of
the drapery at this table.
West Jersey is not behind her neighbors,
either in the value of her collection or in the
beauty of the articles. Close by this table are
a number of interesting curiosities. We may
only call attention to them, as the visitor is
expected, of course, to examine this Depart
ment before leaving the building.
Mrs. Sarah Smith Stafford, of Trenton,
exhibits a large collection of articles. The
following is a list of some of these :
A piece of the scarf or mantilla worn by
Mrs. Rose Standish, wife of Miles Standisii,
of Mayflower celebrity; also a piece of her
Court dress. There is but little left of these
articles. In this connection, there is exhib
ited a silver teaspoon which belonged to John
Alden, “J. L. A.,” with the arms—a dove
is engraved upon the handle. John Alden
was a bosom friend of Miles Standisii.
Miles was a shrewd leader and wise man, hut
he did one foolish thing ; he delegated Alden
to do his courting. This proved to be such
pleasant business that Miles Standisii lost,
and John Alden gained, a wife. Longfellow,
the poet, persists in calling the lady who put
off the old love for the new, “Priscilla;” but
Miss Stafford, who is a descendant of the
Standish family, states that “Lydia” was the
name of the faithless damsel.
A yard stick, brought over in the Mayflower
in 1620, is also in the collection, together with
a number of revolutionary articles, formerly
the property o f Ephraim Bacon, a prominent
man in those days.