The Litchfield County post., 1826-07-11

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 From the Recorder s Islsg oNTHE DEATH OF REV. t.IlEY FISK.
 Missionary to Palestine.
 How beautifulit is for man to die
 Upon the walls of Zioni to be calFd, @ Likea watch-worn and weary sentinel, To put his armour off, and rest-in Heaven-- The sun was setting on Jerusalem.
 The deep blue sky had not a cloud, and light Was pouring on the dome of Omars mosque, Like molten silver. Every thing was fair; And beauty hung upon the tainted fanes, Like a grieved spirit. lingering ere she gave Her wing to air, for Heaven. The crowds of
 men
 Were in the busy streets, and nothing look'd Like woe or suffering, save one small train Bearing the dead to burial. It pass'd by, And left no trace upon the busy throng. ( The sun was just as beautiful; the shout Of joyous revelry, and the low hum Of stirring thousands rose as constantly; Life look d as winning; and the earth and sky, And every thing, seem'd strangely bent to A contrast to that comment upon life How wonderful it is that human pride Can pass that touching moral as it does; Pass it so frequently, in allthe force Of beautiful and simple eloquence, sS And learn no lesson! They bore on the dead With the slow step of sorrow, troubled not : By the rude multitude, Save here and there A look of vague inquiry, or curse @ Half mutter'd by some naughty Turk whose Had touch'd the tassef of the Christians pail. And Israel too pass'd on--the trampled Jew? Israel !-who made Jerusalem throne For the wide world -pass'd on as careiessly {; Giving no looiSof interest to tell % The shrouded dead was any thing to her. V Oh that they would be gather'd as brood Is gather'd by parents quiet wings!-. They laid him down with strangers; for his
 home
 Was with the setting sun, and they who stood And look'd 90 stedfastly upon his grave. Were n9t his kindred; but they found him
 there. I.@ And Iov'd him for his ministry of Christ. He had died young. But there are silver'd Whose race of duty is less nobly run. His heart was with Jerusalem; and strong As was a. .mother's love, and the deep chords Religion always makesso beautiful, He flung them from him in his.eager race,% And sought the broken people of his God, To preach to them of JESUS.
 There was one, Who was his friend and helper. One who "A went
 And knelt beside him at thessepulchre Where Jesus slept, to pray for Israel. They had one spirit, and their hearts were knit Withmore than human love. God call'd him
 hOme.s s 2 And he of whom speak stood up alone, And in his sybroken-heartednes wrought on, Until his Master calPd hlm.
 Oh is it not a noble thing to die
 As dies the Christian with his armour on! !-- What is the hero's clarion, tho it's blast Ring with the mastery of a world, to this !- What are the searching victories of mind- The lore of vanish'd ages-What are all The trumpetings of proud humanity, To thesshort history of him who made His sepulchre beside the King of kings Roy.  INDIAN CHIEF. '7t
 Died lately, at his residence on Tuck eyangey River, Haywood county. N. c. distinguished Indian Chief, of the Cher- okee tribe, named Yo,sah Eguah, or Big Bcar, at the advanced age of 95 years.- He related to the writer of this. narrative, that he was in the prime of life, and fought against the white people in Grapt's expe-, dition against the Cherokees, in the year .1762; and was in the battle of Estil0a. (now the head of Tennessee, ,)where Col. Grant commanded in person, and was repulsed with considerable loss. He was an active and enterprising warrior against the U. s. throughout, the Revolutionary War; and surprised Col. Dougherty, with his party of Rangers from Tennessee, in the night, on water-course called Oconoleyty, in the Cherokee country, in the year 179o, got Dougherty's sword, which he laid up and kept, as trophy of victory, till his death. But after the treaty ofpeace, made