The Alexandria herald. [volume] (Alexandria [Va.]) 1811-1826, 1823-05-26
TIE FoUNT.
CHAIR OF THE INDIAN KING.

was beseiged by the Narragansetts, and
his people were perishing with famine,
ne took measures to inform the English
OF their ;lapger,and was found seated in
this rocky chair, anxiously watching the
river on the night when those supplies
arrived, which rescued his tribe from
destruction. These were conveyed in q
large canoe from Sayorook, under con-
vert of darkness, by an entcrprising man
of the name of Leffingwell, 10 whom Un-
cas-, as proof of his gratitude, gave
large tract of land, comprising nearly the
whole town Of Norwich. Con Mr..
The monarch sat on his rocky throne,
Before him the waters lay
fiis guards were the shapeless columns
of stone,
Their lofty helmets with moss o'ergrown,
And their spears of the brak.n gray.
His lamps were the tickle stars that
beam'd shroud,
Through the veil of their midnight
And the reddening flashes that filfully
cleaned streamed
When the distant fires of the war dance
Where his foes in frantic revel scream'd
Meath their canopy of cloud.
Say why was his glance SO restless and
keen
AS il fell on the waveless tide
And why, mid the gloom Of that silent
scene, screen.
Did the sigh heave his warlike bosom's
And bow that front of pride
Behind him his leagu'd forces lay
Whitening in Famine's blight,
And he knew, with the blush OF the morn
ing ray, ray
That Philip would summon his fierce ar.
On The core of the warriour's heart to
prey,
And queneh nations light.
1t comes !! 1t comes that misty speck
Which over the water moves
II boasts nor sail, nor mast, nor deck;
Yet dearer to him was that nameles wreck
Than the maid to him who loves.
II bears to the warriour's nerveiess arm
The might of victor's aim
It's freight is a spell whose mystick charm
Shall protect the tottering sire from harm,
And the ire .deom'd babe whose lie
blood warm
Was to hiss in the wigwam's flame.
The eye of the king, with that rapture
blaz'd
Which the soul in its rapture sends,
His prayer TO the Spirit of God he rais'd
And the shades of his buried fathers
prais'd,
AS toward his fort he wends.
That king hath gone to his Iowly grave
He slumbers in dark decay
And like the crest of the tossing wave
Like the rush of the blast from the noun
tain cave, none to save,
Like the groan of the Inurder'd, with
His people have past away.
The monarch hath gone-but his rocky
. Obiji iOoNo OiI IT'D I lOitt
Its motionless guards rise in phalanS
{ And nought save the winds thro' theii
helmets that moan, stone
L And none but those bosoms and hearts o
Sig ho'er fallen race.
n The King ofStadin and The Cortes.
s DIALOGUE.
n Cortes.--From pure duty and love,
81 Sir. we beg you'd remove
III To Your Majesty,s city ofSevile.
\ King I've the govt in my toe:
n III be id i'll go:
III never saw men so uncivil.
H Ny bJsicians agree,
NJ SBut inpp'd EN- fee) ger
That my carcass must not endan
So teaze me no more
Pages show 'em the door ser
This mob to good breeding's stran
a CorteS-Sir, we know equity kings,
III Can do wonderful thingsj
And moreover it certainly true is
n That if the French come,
L, You the Cortes will hum.
W And scamper away to lat Louis.
N We therefore decree,
That your wise Majesty,
Shall trIdge in alortDigh; TO Seville