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flit: description which tho following poem
contains of a voting lady who is snj|>f€*l to
have died bru! en-heartcd, is touched in ma
ny parts with uncommon tenderness
He seem’d to love her, and her youthful chock
Wore for u while the transient blooin of joy ;
And her heart throlib'd with hopes she could
not speak,
New to delight—and now to ccstacy.
lie won her heart in its simplicity,
All uudisgim'd in its young tenderness ;
And, smiling, saw that he. and only ho,
Had power at once to wound it, or to bless
She gave to him her innocent affection,
And the warm feelings ot her guileless
breast ; [lion,
And from the storm of life she sought protec
ln his dear love, her home of earthly rest.
11l this sweet trust, her opening days w ere blest,
And joyously she hail'd her coming years ;
For well she knew, that even it distrest,
There would he one kind hand to dry her
tears.
Ift left her —and in trouble she awoke
From ber young dream of bliss—but mur
inured not
Over her silent suffering*, nor spoke
To any one upon her cruel lot. [got,
You would have deem'd that he had been for-
Or thought her bosom rations to the stroke;
But in her cheek there was one hcetirk spot,
’Twas little, but it told her heart teas broke.
And deeper and more deep the painful flush
Daily become ; yet nil distress seem’d o’er,
Save wnen the life-blood gave a sudden rush,
Then trembled into silence as before.
At once too proud, too humble to deplore,
Shebovv'u her head in quietness ; she knew
Her blighted prospects could revive no more ;
Yet she was calm, for she had heaven in
view;
She loved, and she forgave him—ntid in dying
blie asked a blessing on his future years ;
And so she went to sleep; meekly relying
Upon that Power which shall efface all tears,
ller simple turf the young spring flow ret
wears,
And the pale primrose grows upon her tomb.
And when the stem its simple blossom tears,
It hows its head—an emblem of her doom !
j|^ISCCi(OW;D>
from the .V. V’. National .ldvocate.
THE LAY PREACHFIt.
THF. INDIAN.
“ M y ear is pained my soul is sick
With every Jay's report of wrong and outrage
with winch the world is filled
There is no flesh in man’s obdurate heart ; it
does not feel for man.-
He finds his neighbour guilty of a skin not
coloured like his own ;
And having the power to inflict the wrong,
for such a worthy cause.
Dooms and devotes him to his lawless prey.”
C on'per.
Evil lies at our door. The red
men of the forest are our brothers :
hut where are they ? We only
read off ’hem in history. They
have disappeared before us they
have fled our society, as the Chil
dren of Iseral of old fled from the
task masters of E.gvpt. And, oh !
ma\ not the retributive justice of
Heaven follow us as it did those
ancient persecutors ; but may wt
ieel and acknowledge that mercy
which we have denied to others,
IVlanv nations of Indians that once
were numerous and powerful are
now extinct, or only a sufficient
number remain to tell the story of
their greatness and misfortunes.—
Others exist in a remnant, which
in a few years will close the ir his
tory and their sufferings. Rapaci
ty, violence and fraud have dis
possessed them of their country,
which their forefathers had occu
pied lor m rry generations; and
rapacity, violence and fraud still
pursue them into new regions with
the avidity of a victorious army lor
the spoils ol the vanquished, hut
not like the generous victor, we
give no quarter to a fallen enemy
or submissive friend—humiliation
preceeds annihilation and destruc
tion follows defeat.
It must be a subject of lamenta
tion to the philanthropist, that over
the whole extent of a territory com
prehended within the limits of the
United States, or at least within
many hundred miles along the sea
board, an Indian can scarcely he
found. He is a novelty* If acci*
dent or inclination has thrown one
of these unhappy beings among us,
we ga/.e at him with wonder and
astonishment j we contemplate him
as we do the approach of a comet,
which we may or may not see again,
and is curious because it is seldom
seen.
I lie numerous nations of Indians
who lormerly inhabited the forests
°* Pennsylvania, New
Yoik, and the states of New-Eng
land, have hecom e totally extinct,
have assimilated to the remains of
othei nations, or are wandtrmg a
relic of a ration discomfited,
homeless and heart-broken, with
out the formalities of a people or a
system of government. Manv of
their names have been entirely lost,
or can only he learned from history;
their destiny seems to he followed
up by a fate as certain as it is cruel
and lamentable : and, like the chos
en people to which 1 have olten
compared them, the powerful arm
of the Almighty alone can save
them from the total annihilation.
If there is a time when nations
shall he judged as well as individu
als, the God of the red man and
white man will recompense the un
tutored and injured child of the
forest.
The celebrated speech of the On
eida Chief, Scanando, who was
blind with age, being above one
hundred year3 old, when he deliver
ed it, has caused many a tear, and
is filled with true pathos.
44 INI y warriors and my children,
hear! it is cruel—it is very cruel !
A heavy burthen lays on my heart
—it is very sick. This is a dark
day. The clouds are black and
heavy over the Oneida nation ; and
a strange arm is heavy upon us,
and our hearts groan under it. Our
fires are put out, and our beds are
removed from under us. The
graves of our fathers are destroyed
and their children are driven away.
The Almighty is angry with us for
vve have been verv wicked , there
fore his arm docs not keep us. —
Where are the Chief's of the Rising
Sun ? White Chiefs now kindle
their ancientfres ! There no Indian
sleeps but those that sleep in their
graves! ]\ly house will be like
theirs—soon will a white thief
here kindle his fire. Your Scanan
do will soon he no more, and his
village no more a village of In
dians.
“ The news that came last night
by our men fiom Albany made this
■a sick day in Oneida. All our
children's hearts are sick, and our
eyes rain like the black cloud that
roars on the tops of the trees of the
wilderness. Long did the strong
voice Scanando cry, my children
take care, be wise—be straight.—
His feet were then like the deer’s,
and his arms like the bear’s—he
can now only mourn out a few
words and then be silent, and his
voice will no more be heard in
Oneida. But certainly he will be’
long in the minds of his children— i
in White men’s Scanando’s name j
has gone far, and will not die. He:
has spoke many words to make his
children straight. Long has he said
drink no strong water, for it makes 1
you mice for whitemen, who are >
cats. Many a meal have they eaten
of you. Their mouth is a snare,!
and their way like the fox. Their |
lips are sweet but their heart is:
wicked. Yet there are good whites i
and good Indians I. love all good :
men. and Jesus, whom I love, sees!
all. His great day is coming, he
will make straight ; he will say to!
cheating whites and drinking In
j dians, begone ye, go, go, go: cer
tainly nn children, he will drive
them away. In that day 1 will re
joice. But oh ! great sorrow is in
mv heart that many of my children
mourn. The great Jesus has look
ed on all the while the whites j
were cheating us ; and it will ie-;
main in his mind, he will make all 1
straight again.—Long have I be
lieved his good words, and as loug
las 1 live 1 will pray to him. He
is my good saviour, my blind eyes
he will open, I shall see him chil
dred his way Is a good way'.
“ Harken my children ! when
: this news sounds in the council
house towards the setting sun, and
they cry make bows and arrows
sharpen the tomahawk put the
chain of friendship with the whites
; into the ground, warrior kill ! kill !
The great chief at the setting of the
i sun would kill any of the six na*
tions of Indians that go into his
land because they have a chain of
friendship with the whites and he
say s the whites have sold them
I our land. We have not sold it y %ve
have been cheated \ and messengers
shall speak true wotds in the great
council house toward the setting
sun,and say yet bury the tomahawk :
Oneida must be children of peace,
i Children ! some have said, y our
chiefs signed •papers of‘white men
and sold our fires. Your chiefs
signed no papers; sooner would
they let the tomahawk lay them
low. We know one of our men
was hired by white men to tell our
men this, and will now tell vou so
himself. Papers are wicked things ;
take ca< ; sign none of them but
isuch as our minister reads to us.—
lie is straight. You now see his
tears running like ours.
“ Father, you are our minister,
drv up your tears. We know if
\ our arm could, it would help us.
We know wicked men speak ill
of you for our sakes. lou stifter
with us. Children, our two mes
sengers will run and carry our sor
rows, to the great council fire to
wards the setting sun. Run, my’
children, and tell our words. Give
health to all the chiefs assembled
round the council fire. And may
Jesus, the great Saviour,bringyou
back sale.”
This speech is not only pathetic
but also true. I could never read
it without being affected. Well
might Scanando exclaim ! where
are the chiefs of the rising sun !
The answer is, as given in the
speechwhite chiefs now kindle
their ancient fires.”
The God of nature has stamped
the seal of mutability upon nations
as well as individuals. A power
ful nation may originate in one
centurv and become extinct in an
other. What emotions do not rise
in contemplating the past present
and future state of the Indians ?
Our country was their country. —
Every hill has been ascended, and
every mountain explored by the In
dian. Every valley has been im
prest with their footsteps. Nay
jwho can tell but that the East Ri
’ ver from Brooklyn to Nevv-York,
jmay not have been a Helespont,
.through which some Leander
‘swam to meet his friend. Who
can tell what pass in the highlands
| has been bravely defended by a Le
: onidas, who heroically died a inar
| tv r to the liberties of his country.—
w
j Even the very spot where now I
am writing may have been the
scene of some rustic festivity and
rural innocence. May not some
happy Jason have deserved the
affection and enjoved the love of
his beautiful Medea ? Who can
tell but upon the site of the city
hall the pi ide of the state and the
ornament of the city, tlve enthusi
asm of warriors has performed the
sublime and appelling evolutions of
the war dance ? May not some pa
triotic Demosthenes have haran
gued his people of their danger,
and exposed the intrigues ancl de
ception of some warlike Philip,
within the railings of the Park?—
May not the lightnings of eloquence
flashed from the eves of some un
tutored, uncorrupted and incor
ruptible Logan, have penetrated
the breast of his countrymen ; fil
ling thru heart’ with the enthusi
asm of valour and the hope of glo
rv. Some ancient Tecumseh, the
wonder of his age and the pride of
his country, have led his warriors to
victory or death.
I fancy upon the very spot where
the superior intelligence and indus
try of man have erected the proud
and opulent city of Nevv-York, was
mama hundred years ago, the
seat of an ancient empire famed for
its power, and feared for its justice.
Where the untutored child of na
ture encountered no dangers but !
those of war and where the acts
of ci’ ilized life had not yet taught
him the use of the intoxicating,
draught, and all its dreadful couse-,
quences ; and where the small pox ;
had not seized and carried off those
whom intemperance had left. Hap
py, children of the forest, had it
been for thee, had the Great Spirit
swallowed up the first vessel that
approached thy shores! !
FESTIVAL AT HAARLEM.
On the. tenth and eleventh July last,
held in commemoration of the inven
tion of the art of Printing
It was one of the summer’s loveliest
mornings, that the firing of cannon and
the w aving a white flag* from the stee
ple of the great church at Haarlem,
announced to the inhabitants of the
city, anil to the crowds of strangers
and foreigners collected from all parts,
the commencement of a festival, de
signed to commemorate the Invention
of Printing with moveable types, the
honour ut w hich, so long and so warm
ly questioned by the citizens of Mentz
is now proved beyond dispute, to be
long to Lav hens Coster of Haarlem.
Four hundred years have elapsed
since he sent the product of his genius
to the world—and in that period what
has it not effected? It has blunted the
edge of persecution’s sword—laid open
to man his ow n heart—struck the scep
tre Iroin the hard hand ol tyranny,and
awakened from its inglorious slumbers
a spirit of know ledge, civilization, and
liberty. It has gone forth like an ai
gel, scattering blessings in its path—
solacing the wounded in mind, and si
lent'v pointing out the triumphs of
moiaiity anil the truth of revelation to
the gaze of those whom the want ol
precept or good example had debased,
and vvhotu ignorance had made scep
tical. Vet of him whose imagination
conceived, and whose perseverance
executed those wonder-working char
acters, those speaking miracles, the
world has been a niggard in its praise,
and slow in its approval ; whilst her
trumpet-tongue has often exalted some
privileged styler ot his fellow-men —
some darimg advocate of power, whose
power, whose renown is purchased
with the blood, and gtoans, and tears
of thousands, to the very heaven of
fame.
As soon as the reports of the can
non were heard, the different houses
displayed leafy garlands and flags. At
eight o’clock the doors of the great
church were opened, and in less than
an hour the sitting places were occu
pied by more than four thousand per
sons, of various ranks and degrees. In
front of the celebrated organ, a con
venient orchestra was erected for one
hundred and fifty musicians.
Tollens, the justly celebrated poet,
rose, and in impressive verse, paid
homage to the festival.
One hundred invited guests consist
ing of the whole magistracy of the
town, and various civil and military
authorities, banquetted at the Pavif
ion, Welgelegen, where His Excellen
cy, the governor of North Holland,
commissioned by the King to show
his Majesty’s participation and inter
est in the festival, for a time held his
residence. It was here that the Go
vernor presented a portrait of Lau
reus Coster, sent by the King to the
magistrates ot Haarlem, for the pur
jkjsc of being hung up in the Senate
chamber.
At ten o’clock at night a splendid
fire vvo-k was exhibited, the last
change of which represented an il.u
minated temple, with the name &bus.t
of Laurens Coster, ornamented with
variegated and brilliant fires. The
wreath which was composed of rockets
had an admirable etfect. This con
cluded the first and principle day's
festival. On the evening of the second
day, two hundred children from the
schools, accompanied by tlve School
Commissioners, garlanded tlve railing
which enclosed the statue of Coster.
The whole of the second day had
been celebrated with rejoicings and
various pastimes,;and at night the city
was brilliantly illuminated. The
streets and canals were covered with
people ; but it was at the market
place near the statute of Coster, where
the Printing Press was worked, and
the produce of it distributed among
the multitude that the crowd was
greatest.
There might be seen the sedate old
city gentleman jostled against some
young and handsome BouTnnette from
\ riesland, with her snowy cap and
golden ornaments ; the fopling from
the Hague, with his cotirtier airs and
palacli phrases, impeded in his pro
gress by some ancient dame from one
of the northern districts, blest with
wealth and flesh and garments mani
fold. At a little distance you might
observe a young couple listening to the
music , and ever and anon the fair hair
ed girl, with
Swret eyes
That shine wonder,
looking up in her lover’s lace as if she
drew existcuce from it ; and, on every
side, joyous groups of all ranks anti
stations, gazing contentedly on the
scene before them—passing their inno
cent jests, and
l’ay.ntr unto Care no vassalage
Thus ended, to the satisfaction of
the inhabitants of the place,t of innu
merable strangers, and without the
least disturbance or a single accident
‘.his truly national testval,a festival,the
remembrance of which will not be ea
sily obliterated from the minds of those
who witnessed it ; for the free of all
the countries will associate w ith the
very liberties they enjoy—The privi
leges they possess : ami consider that
the glorious art which Laurens Coster
has bequeathed to us, is a legacy not
intended for a few but for aIT; not for
Holland,but for the world.
* Oil the Hug wus inscribed Laur. J. F. Cos
tero.
t The rejoicing*, were not confined to Hnnr-
Icm ; nt Dorpreclit on the loth, and nt Hotter
dam on 11th the printers paraded the streets
tin y mud procession.
A tin pedler called upon a spin
dle shanked old gentlemen, in small
clothes, and tight silk stockings,
ami inquired “doyou want any tin
ware? ’ It was dog days, and the
flies had taken a peculiar liking to
the old gentleman’s legs, calling
for the constant employment of his
hands to brush them away. “If
you have a pair of tin boots, I
should like them,” said he pettish
ly. “Oh yes,” said the pedlar, and
running to his cart.retu.n and with u
pair of i andle moulds, “ these, sir
will exactly fit.” * ’
List ov
RKMAtNINOiB the |. ,
at Macon, on the ist i ‘ l^
18=24.
Janies W. Alston
Thomas Boyce, Reuben ft
M. W . Crawford, \\'7 ( ?>l!
Dr. R. Durrett, Iclmboj l)w
Dane, John l)c U: .|as 8f
James .S. hrierson ‘ %
James Holt, sen. Enoch H
Edmond Herron iari coc|
William Johnson, 01i VeP ,
\N m. Jackson
Jacob Little
Robert McCombsJas.fi v„, f
Dreadzil Pace Mrs.MimV^
Win-. Pickard, Mrs.
M’m. Robinson * 4 “ ul i*
M in. Sanders, Sheriff 0 f n
countv. 1
4.V] M.R.Wa UjSv
\Ast, oV ‘Letters''’
IS EMAINING in the P ogt
at Louisville, on the l s t J a , Kcf ’
1824—and if not taken out bef/*;’
Ist April next, will be sent t' 61 *
General Post Office as dean bit! ,lle
Hugh Alexander, Alex. A?
Charles \V. Anderson,Janies u'?’
W,„.
& Cos. 2. Moses Ri in son sn, 1
John Boutin, Maj. Robert IW?
Wm. Bower 2, Nehemiah
James Baity, Joel Baldwin 2, )Z”
Brian ’ o' l
Col. John Cobb a, Donaldson(i>L
Thomas Conn'd, John Cronnell
Rev. Thu. Dai ley, James Uatlev n
Darnell, Henry Dervey, John Uni.
son, John Darsev, James J. fi av j
Jesse li. Davis, ‘ Andrew DilU?
Peter P. Dubose, Henry
Rev. Josiah Evans
John Fleming, Allen Fie,*.
Baldwin Hooker, Robert Fonini
Owen Fountain, Billy Flaw sen \C
Catherine Fitzgerald CB
. Jesse I). Green, Richard Green U
bertGobert, William Gilmore, jj,
Glisson, Morris Graham
Simon Hutchins, Hardwick
ton, William Hannah, Sylvester
Hartshorn, Mrs Martha Henson
James Johns, Avan Jordan, Joseph
Jackson, Allen Jones, Simon James
Stephen Kelley
Aaron Lowe, esq. David Lanitr,
John I*. Lyons
Thomas Mountain 2, James He
Cone key, Littleberry Mason, Tkj
Matthews 2, Josiah Moore, ln
Martin John McGruder, Alexandtt
McDonald, John Mobley 2, Stephu
Murrey, Jordan S. S. Murray, Stei
iing Montcrief, John McCorcjuodale
John Neal, John Neel, Ephru
Knoles
S. Perry,Redden Pate, John Pi,>ra
Richard Peal, Robert I. Pattern
Win. Patterson, Mrs. Mary Patter
son 2
B. Raiford, Wilson Rix, Jonathi
Ross 3, Jonathan Roberson, Benj.Jt
bez Rvan 2
Jesse Slatter esq. Joshua Shepanf,
Benjamin Sherrod, James StoxS;
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Gardener Shepard, Jacob Suttoi,
James Smith, James Spetigue, Ws,
Scarborough, Mrs Lany Span
Wm. Tomlinson, Samuel B. Timr
esq. U. Turner, Isaac 1 hoinas, Bu
ses l’arvin, Stephen Thomas, Jain
Trimble.
Elisha White, John Wav, Will®
Walker, Hughy Wilkerson, Pet?
Williams3, Jefferson B. Wells,
V\ illis, Matthew AI. Woods, J<m
Woods.
43] John Bostwick, P.M
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Remaining in the Post Office,W
- Hawkin*, Jan. 1,1824.
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John Burnett, James Bryan, fir'*
ry Bass, Rovveli Bass.
Robert L, Church 4, J^ t3
Curley, David Culbertson or
juli Haralson, Elisha Colton.
Die wry Duke, sen. J. WT*
Daniel, Wm. Dunn, John Daniel.
Henry R. Foy
Samuel Cranberry. -
Francis Kamil, James H. if’
daway, Col. Wade Hampton, Vi
liam H. Hughs 2, Jas. Herrin?*
James Holmes, Thomas Haws.
Lieut. Joel J. Johnston, Willi*®
Joyce, John Jepson, Elijah Jew 5-
Allen Lawhorn, Esq.
Thomas King, Thomas K cDt
Daniel Kimberly.
Wm. L. Mcßee2, John McM*
rin, Dr. Robert Mathews, j ir ‘
Miller, Josiah Aloody.
Harris Nicholson.
Mr. Poscv, Robert Pearson.
James Puckett, sen. esq.
John Rowe, Blake Robins 311 *
James Rowell.
Jeffery E. Thompson, John b
ler.
Capt. Perry Wimberly, Thom’
Williams, T. W. Watley.
William Young.
Charles Bullock, p- m ’
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