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From the Ne,c- York Epening Post,
BURIAL OF ARNOLD,
Member OF the Senior Glass of Yale College.
BY N. P. WILLIS.
Ye'ye gather'd to your place Of prayer,
With slow and measured tread:
Your ranks are full, your mates are there,
But the suul Of one has fed!
He was the proudcst i'll his strength,
The manifest of We all;
Why lies he at that fearful length,
And we around his pail
Ye reckon up the days since he
Strobe up that foot-worn aisle,
With his dark eye flashing gIoriousy,
And his lip marked with smile.
Oh! had it been but told you then
To mark whose lamp was dim;
From out yon rank of fresh ilpp'd men,
Would we have singled him?
Whose was the sinewey arm, which flung
Defiance to the ring! L.
Whose laugh of victory loudest RING, 20
Yet not for giorying
Whose heart in generous deed and thought,
No rivalry could brook,
And yet distinction claiming not!
There lies he; go and look
On, now: the requiem is done,
The last deep prayer is said;
On to his burial, comrades, on,
With the noblest OF the dead!
Slow--for it presses heavily
1t is man We bear;
Slow-for our thoughts dwell pcnslveIy
On the noble sleeper there.
. Tread lightly comrades! we have laid
His dark locks on his brow,
Like life, save deeper light and shade
Wen not disturb them now.
Tread lightly for it's beautiful 8
Those blew.veined eyelids steep
Hiding the eye death left SO DUH
Its SiumLers we will keep.
Rest, now. His journeying is done,
Your feet are on his sod;
Deaths chain is on your champion;
He wateth here his God.
Nay, turn and weep; tits manIiness
TO be hCart-broken here;
For the grave Of earth's best nobleness
Is watered by the tear.
Ftrne the Museum Of Foreign Literature s Science.
few miles below the Notch of the White Noun
.ains in the Valley of Saco, little rise Of land call
ed Nancy's HILL. 1t was formerly thickiy covered
with trees cluster of which remains to mark the
spot In l772 at Dartmouth, Jefferson CO. y; ;. nv
ed Nancy - of respectable connexions. She was
engaged to be married. Her lover had set out for
Lancaster. She would follow him in the depth OF
winter, and on foot There not house for thlr-
ty miles, and the way through the wild woods foot
path only. She, persisted in herdesgn' and wrapping
herself in her long cloak, proceeded on her way
Snow and frost took place for several weeks, when
some persons passing her route reached the hill at
night. On lighting their fires, an unearthly figure
stood before them beneath the bending
ped in robe of ice. 1t was the lfeess form of Nancy
LOVES VICTIM.
She left her own warm home
Totempt the frozen waste,
What time the traveller fear d to roam,
And hunter shunn'd the blast,
Love pour'd his strength into her SOUL
Could peril e'er his power control!
She left her own warm home,
When stone, and herb, and tree,
And all beneath heavens lurid dome
BY wintry majesty, .
In his stern age, were clad with snow,
And human hearts beat chill and slow.
II was fearful hour
For one young and fair:
The woods had not one shetering bower
The earth was trackless there,
The very boughs in silver slept,
As the sea-foam had DER them swept.
Snow after snow came down,
The sky look'd fx'd in ice
She deem'd amid the seasons power,
Her love would all suffice
To keep the source of being warm,
And mock the teTrors Of the storm.
Love was her world of life,
She thought but of her heart,
And knowing that the winters strife
Could not its hope dispaEt,
She dreamd not that its home OF clay
Nigh, yield before the tempest's SWAY
Or Judged that passions power
Passion so strong and pure,
N;pht mock the snow-fake's wildering shower,
Proud that il could endure,
As woman oft in times before
Iod rerI horne as much more.
She wens--dawn past Ger dawn
None saw her face again,
The ewes she should have gazed npon'
Iook'd for her face in vain
The ear TO which her voice was song
Her voice had sought-how Vainiy long
There is in Saco's vale
A gently swelling hill,
Shadows have wrapt II like vail
From trees that mark It STILL =,
Around. the mountains towering oiueI
Look on that spot Of saddest hue
Twas by that little bill,
Al the dark noon Of night,