The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1826-08-10

roaring on the hills! Rise, thou pride OF my
early 10Y! thou intrepid son of the princely
Muria! The foe is at hand-let thy sword
CLEAN through the night" She vanished
before the waking eyes of Maratan; but the
voice of strangers was at the door. thrice
did he bid them to depart i'll peace-thrice
did he say aloud, "tempt not the vengeance
of Muria's son' but they despised his words.
They came on in the fulness of their pf'de.
Two fell beneath his arm-Two He'd thro'
the night. -,
Morning came from its eastern hills. Ihe
people of the land arose--they saw the deeds
of the night-they turned their eyes upon
Muria's son. He stood firm to his integrity.
He spoke to them the words of truth
"These," he said, "came by nght-guile
was in their hearts-falsehood dwelt upon
their tongues, and their purpose was to make
Muria's son again bondman. They met
the vengeance Of his sword. They lie cold
| in death. If Maratan has done wrong, let
!; him be tried before judges-6ufh his ssHl zvM
not yield 10 the ohhressors."
They took Maratan into the council
| His Judges pronounced him innocent-but
they delivered him TO the men who had no
pity.
The fire is lighted on the plain-the sand
is encrimsoned with blood. The scourge has
lost its power to torture. The victim is
bound to the stake. What sound is that
which arises from the flames! lis the VOICE
OF the last of Murla's race:
"Come from thy hall of clouds, oh thou
bright beam of innocence Let lambda come
to meet her Maratan He is preparing to
revisit the land OF his fathers. Bend for
ward from thy temple of clouds Bcckon me
to thy chariot of mst-chcer my soul while
yet the tyrant has power. Then receive me
to thy everlasting love. Soon shall we wan
der by the side OF that stream where the
salmon do not fail, where deer springs up
from every thicket, where the song OF the
Inightengale is heard, and gpieTe ofNrrssien
is no more,
aye monsters whose eyes roll in fury
to whose souls vengeance is swcet-Muria's
son tespises your power--he laughs at your
Iimpotent rage. kinde the fire still hotter,
blow it with the breath Of your fury---make
it ascend to the clouds. 1t is in vain. Mara
tan needs not your torture. He has no lon
ger the feelings of humanity. But think not
you shall exult in your cruelty-his spirit
shall at times leave the halls of his JOY. He
will come on the wings OF night---you shall
hear him in the gale-you shall behold him
in your dreams---his voice shall sound for
vengeance"
The words of the song died away.--A
light mist rose through the smoke OF the
ire--in it was the spirit of the son of Mu-
ria.
Strike the harp, ye bards! Let your fingers
wander over the trembling strings--let the
songs of praise be heard.
"Generous was the son Of Mura--his spi'
rit was noble and brave. Wrathtul was his
sword to the foes of his country, but his
thoughts were for peace. He delighted not
in war--he rejoiced not in the groans OF the
vanquished. To feed the hungry was his
joy--to succour the distressed made his soul
, glad.
r 1.-The darkness Of night was abroad--the
. clouds poured their rain-the fires OF hea-
: ven blazed forth-the oaks lay prostlate up
! on the earth-the tiger was seeking vic
: tim. The sounds of woe came through the
e gloom-Maratan walked forth with his speal
f it trembled in the monsters sdc:--he LED
4 the white man to his house--the feast wa:
S spread--the milk of the cocoa nut was SCI
e before him--a mat OF grass was upon the
S hoor--songs lulled the stranger to repose
S Morning tints the early cloud. Maratan a
e rose with his guest-the flesh OF deer wa:
smoking upon the embcrs-they pursuec
n their way thro' the wilderness-thcy foune
+ the path, and Mar atan returned to the home
y of his fathers.
# "Such were thy deeds to the stranger, thor
n princey son of Muria but dark has beer
it his gratitude. He saw thee i'll the fulnes'
S of thy joy-he saw thee, the pride of thy
n people. His soul burned-his thoughts wert
: intent upon thy ruin. How are thy branch
: es decayed, thou Young oak Of the valley
it How is the root of thy stem removed from
II its place by the hand of violence! The bird
II sing no more amidst thy green lcaves-the>
+ rejoice no more when thou puttest forth THY
y early buds. Still thou .mayest have Joy
S. thou vision of endless light! Still thou may
}. est be glad-thy sutferings arc now at al
: end.
II "rhe land of the stranger shall mourn be
h cause of thee Thy dying curse shall res
IS npon the land of the men who had no pity
:, The mariner as he passes by, shall see tn
h hand of desolation stretched forth-he shall
IS shake his head, and say, behold the land Q
n the men who murdered the generous prime
C of Scgo'.'
n Thus sung the great bards of the lam
ot of the Sun. They raised the sound c
! their harps in praise of the swift-footed Ma
&c rattan.
IS =" A cloud has swept the mighty oceana
~ its course is from the land Of the stranger
III AN eagle of the mountain has borne it o
l, ,,;,,rc AI,oca f,r,,, Sc hot