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;pOt2r,)). 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; Abram Sauls, Col. Littleton Spivey, 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 L\st o\ Letters, Remaining in the Post Office,W - Hawkin*, Jan. 1,1824. William Brown, Henry Bailey, 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 ’ Dn >*••■• *824.