Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1826-11-18
They held there ho.ne-apt emblem Of thei
mind"

counirynien, confined 10 the very margin OF the
Atlantic Ocean, heard the western breeze, nobody
ever doubted but that there Is a man, now IN ex-
istence, who can remember when t'Ie Pilgrim was
surrounded by the naughty lords Of the forest, and
shrunk expectan, of the savage dart, whizzing
arrow at his beating heart,' we do most sincerely
doubt; unless his life has been ,spdsl some de-
yrees beyond that perioJ sllo,.e to short-livd
man." The man, who can remember ony thing
like this must be something like two hundred anu
fifty years old and consequently has nothing to do
with period "withiu the span oithe brief memory
of short-lv'd man." lie must be an old rickety
fellow as deaf as doo- nail, aal qs grey as badg-
er We should like to see him. and hope that the
poet will be good enough TO point us to his place
of residence Really, he must be nnons'rous old
man
The poet, with spirit of Kindness which ought
to awaken tendcrest sympathies, informs us oi
sundry matters OF fact, which occured "within the
span OF the brief memory of short.!ived man" the
most remarkable OF winch is that Oh certain day
sometime in the month OF August, we presume-
though he has not iurnishe,, is with any data,
other than that which comts within The span OF
ihc brief memory OF short-liVei man the wes-
| Tern mountain" perhaps the Catskill or the Al
| eghany--" stood in aufa forms, like clouds sur
chars a with tempest, fire. and storms, and that The
red bolt ofdeath" whzzcd through the air, like
chain shot discharged from howltzer-that whirl-
winds rended the ocean and the sky ;-apd that
there was tremendous kick up among the elc-
ncnts. What uwicl day that must have been!
| hank heaven such things do not happen In these
days, when earthquakes aid tornuGoes are rare
| novelties. The man who behe!d this dreadful
sight must have been downright Jalius Cesar, or
| ne would have been III h.ened to his wits end,
md never could have lived 70 tell tho lawful tale"
| 1t was probahl, one Of Jove's holy days, when,
| 20 use the language Ell Nicbotom, he had put on
orimstone shirt, and was al Oh fire. In The con-
Guiding lines O! ths extract the poet has made an
attack upon The abor ,inals Of lhis country, which
rs as unjust as il untrue. He says that they were
dark relentless can. owning noe Of tho dHd'e"
tias OF nature, combining huaGm art" with the
wiles OF the serpent and the terocity OF the tiger
whose greatest JOY was to scourg@ "a race, so ZEN
| ed by love-refned by Christian grace and that
they resided in tangled dells, apt enblems OF their
minds" The author must be sadly ignorant of the
history of the aboriginal Americans, when he ven
lures to make such assertions. 1.-The will refer to
the history of the discovery of this country he will
| perceive that Columbus found the natives kind,
generous, hospitable, warm in their attachments,
| and unacquain,cd with the dupcity und deceit
| which unfortunately too soon taught them by
| the European adventures. That they joyed in
| scourgng their white visiors-thN they were
| cruel and vindctive, artful. and tesignng-is not
| true They were a harmless race of people, nor
did they attempt TO scourge the whites who visited
them till reused by repeated injuries and insults,
.hey sought evenge,-"the attribute OF the gods.
| They visited soon after the discovery OF
| America, by band of lawlcss advcnlurers, and
desperadoes, who under the pretence OF civillzing
them, attempted 10 hold them captive and TO force
upon them all the calamities of rapme and plum
! der. If they subsequently, committed any az
| gression upon the emigrants, they were provoked
10 1t by their proud coDquerors who took possession
| of a land chartered TO them by the Almighty, and
whose hearts were as base their designs were in
| famous. At the commencement Of the extract
there is papnb!e plagiarism, which every one will
detect, who is familiar with Go.dsmith's Deserted
| Village: Mr.. DEAN thus conmences:
| "There uns a time, aud that within the span
| Ofthe brief memory Of short iiy'd man."
These lines are palpably stolen from Goldsmith, al
| though they do not contain all of the Doctors
words, set forth iu his Deserted Village, which
| run thus:
"There ras a time. ere Englands woes began
When every rood of ground maintained its man."
Affairs of this kind are, however, in these days,
when literary felonies are practised on the grave
and learned committee men Of University,
of but little consequence and thus we leave Mr..
DEAN TO enjoy all the benefits he can derive from
practising literary .hes, whilst We hasten TO make
another beautiful extrect.
Thick swarming skifs, along the stream and lake,
With desperate skill against the rupids glide,
Or down Tho cataract's tumultuous tide;
And bark the warwhoop Ger the valley noats-
The VOLTS wild howls are musics soitest notes"
We have only to say, with reference to this ex-
tract that this is the first time that heard
that the howlings of the wolf possessed the
least harmony, or were "music's softest notes.
There is not, however. any accounting for tastes (;
and since Mr.. Poet is fond Of such kind of music,
we advise him to migrate TO the west, where he
H. hon Il,.rw. r