Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1825-04-28

POETRY Y.
From the Baltimore Patriot
LEGEND OF THE OLDEN TIMES.

from the Baltimore Pafriot.]
LEGEND OF THE OLDEN TIMES.
Mr.. MUSRoE-There is little pool, q
pond, near the base of the French mountain
on the shores of Lake George, in the state {
New-fork, exactly of the shape of bowl
about two hundred feet diameter, continual
| full of clear water, and, in the summer, beau
tifully covered with the water lily. The pee
pie of the vicinity relate many mysterious ste
ries concerning this pond: That it was origi
nally large grave, wherein many hundred
of soldiers were buried together in the oil
French wars, and that it had sunk and forme,
the present bowl-like.pit that the spirits Q
the soldiers are to be seen at night i'll the form
Of fire-hies, &c. Legends have, generally
some foundation in truth. The facts appea
10 be, that, on the 9th September, 1855,
most bloody battle was fought near this spot
between the French and English forces, com
manded by Sir William (then GeneraD John
son, and Baron Dieskau. The next day three
hundred men were found on the battle grount
and thrown into this pool; whence it has ia
ken the name of the bloody pond. Fora con
else view of the battle and the pond, the
reader is referred to Professor Sillman's tou
from Hartford to Montreal. The following i.
an attempted version of one of the most pc
pular legends of the place:
THE BLOODY POND.
The fight was Ger, the victory won
The sanguine work of death was done,
When tn victor chief laid by his shield,
T. review the cory battle field.
The sun had never set before,
So woful on Lake Georges shore;
Nor with such pallid, sickly light,
The moon had ne'er illumed the night
On Georges banks 1t was work
Where fcnds of carnage seemed to lurk,
With CHASTITY grinning smiles, to prey
On each proud worker of the fray.
Three hundred men the victor found,
In deaths cold grasp upon the ground;
,uvy Irrv vPPv1.u 'n n5'",
The spear and sword and might to might,
Now reft of life, of power and pride,
Were calmly slumb ring side by sidei
Their work was done, the fight was DER,
They fought, alas! to fight no more.
Well dig grave, the victor said,
And laid them int as now they're laid;
Tho foes in life, with studious care,
The brave will sleep in friendship there.
In a recess, averdant glade,
Where pensive airs and glooms pervade,
The victor laid the fallen brave
In a deep and wide, but common grave.
The wales re-echoed to the roar
of musketry, as earth to earth
Again returned; and Georges shore
Resounded to the soldiers worth,
As muffled drums, with doleful sound,
And bugles played a requiem round
The battle DER, the vict'ry won
The sanguine work of death is done;
The savage yells no longer heard,
The scalping knife no longer feai'd;
The tyrant's chains are heard no more,
To clank upon Lake Georges shore;
The glens are blooming, and, instead,
Now form the field and fowr'y mead;
Save that in which the soldiers sleep
There sainted sprites their vigils keep.
The soldiers grave, that verdant mound,
Now forms hollow, deep and round,
Which nature fills with tears for aye,
In weeping for that bloody fray;
She's planted the lily there, and thence
Infers the soldiers innocence.
The spirits ofthe fallen brave,
Revisit oft their lonely grave;
Recline within the Gly's bell,
And issue from their fragrant cell
At night, in shape of the fire fly,
To guard the spot with watchful eye;
And as no marble piles proclaim
Their humble tomb, their deeds of fame,
To tell, by twinkling in the air,
That gallant soldiers slumber there.
The tray'ler, with timid eye,
Beholds them, as he passes by;
And as, perchance, he meets with one
Returning from his angling done,
JT,hat place is that? he asks with fear
Do troubled spirits wander here!
The angler then, of legends fond,
Relates the tale O. THE BLOODY POM.