Literary cadet and Rhode-Island statesman. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1827-1829, 1828-05-21

PDNTNY

O24 \ Ia H
some two thee weeks since, we copied from ''ie "e'
tern Review published at Cincinnati Ohio absafil pom
snted the CaMr MElrise, and now have tho satisfaction
Of handing to our sn poem from the pen Of tho sutlc
of that lncsm,is production. Tho writer, Introduces
the Review, with tho following explanatory observations
ssIp descending the Mississippi there is long swecpin
poin of heavily tmterei bottom, opposite tho
Chrkasaw Fluff which gwen To ono OF those pen
inslas Of high land, whrhJui into the auvion,and approach
tho river from u time its eastern side In this bot
tom al the distance Of about hundred and my pace
from bank Of the rve there little gave, IN whlcl
are deposited the remains u my younsed sister she wa
norm ON our pasrage from Arkansas Chnros in tho fal
Of 1912 and survived only tnee days AZ tst time, t'
settlements the Mississippi We're ~ thn ana remote INA
there were often intervals uf unfCkea oress extending
from twenty 10 h,y miles along its shores u was N the
midst Of one Of these and In night ofston, that this e
infant bora and there, hai she was hnIed we
were ascending lie river small blt,eou and wero entire
~ alone having bccn left by our hands wv miles bc'ow
Our solitary stuaionthe circumstances OF her bnh-con
pIred 10 make deep and hsiing impression on my
mind some years afterwards pi.ei the same place. N
the spring tie year, my way up The n'e IN steam
bort Before au,e! there, hnd stolen away rom hs
Glow dsd isc uf the cabin, moe secluded place on s
top of the boat mislt indulge my feeling, without oh
servation restraint. shall not attempt To dcserie Then
now iet IA dosire consecrae tbs memory of tins des
AZ horn ard desert iu.d " in the minds Of sonc, ,wsc
friendship has been, and ever will be-, dear to me.
LINES, OK PASSING THE GRAVE or NY SISTER.
On yonder s.loro,-On yonder shore,
Now verdant with the depth Of ,hads,
Beneath the whito armed sycamore,
There Z tlls infant laid
Forgive this tear A brother weeps
vTis there tho faded ilOwret sleeps
Che sleeps alone. Che sleeps alone.
and summers forests DER her wave;
And signing winds at autumn moan
Around the little strangers grave,
A. though they murmured Al the fate
or Que ~ lone and losolatn.
In a,unds that som like sorrows own,
Thcr funeral dirsos family creepi
Then deepening 10 an organ tone,
In all their solemn cadence sweep,
And pour unll-aid along the wild,
Their desert anthem DER child.
sbe came, and passed. Can forget.
How we, whose hearts had hailed her birth,
Ere ulreo auiumna suns had set,
scncd ler to her nJtlier Earth u!
Toys, and uleir memories pa.s away;
But sricfs are deeper traced than they.
That little :foup /, Sec them now,
As when knol, among them, there,
And saw fathers plid brow
Uncovered Ia I! @ desert mir;
A. in the midst, lie knell 10 pray
Beside tie bier, on which sle lay.
Again, I see each pale check flush;
Again the burning tear drop start,
And make the deep and voicoess gish
OF ffecng.--such as wiring tie hoart
That gravc--thc spadc-tlIe cof!n-pall,
Aye, even yet, see them all
We land her in her cell,
$40 hcsped t,o soft moud on her bresst,
And parting tears, like rnin dn'pa fell
Upon her lonsy pace Of rest.
May Angels guard il ;-may they bless
Tier slumbers in tho wilderness.
sho sleeps alone she sleeps alone
For all unhearJ, oa yonder shore,
The swocpn. flood with torrent moon,
A. evening lins It's solemn roar,
As, IN one broad, eternal tide,
It's rolling waters onward glide.
There IL no maible monument
There Is no nr,-w,h g'ayen lie,
To tell Of love- and vntuc b'ent,
In one, alnio.st tnpgood To do.
We needed no such useless trace,
To point to her resting paoc.
The pilgrim, as lie wandcri ly,
May sec, indeed, no trace, from whence
To learn, that l., is ,Ieafng nigh
The Sleeping dust of inn
L--,oy whom tbnt spot,
-, aone, will be forgot.
She sleeps alone. She sleeps alone.
But now tie Spring hlth passed her bier,
With iowery crown, and verdant zone,
To wake again t!e slumbering year;
And a around, on oyous wing,
The forest sonsser lii and sing
She sleeps alone. She sleeps alono.
But midst the tears of April showers,
The Genius of The wild hath stGown
His germs Of fruits, lis fiirest flowers,
And cHt his robe Of veInal bloom,
In guardian fondness ocr her tomb.
She sleeps alone She sleeps alone
But, yearly is her grave turf drost,
And still, the summer vines are thrown,
In annual wreaths across her breast,
And, sil., the sishing Autumn srieves,
And strews tho h1iowed spot with leaves. NJ r. F.