The Delaware register, or, Farmers', manufacturers' & mechanics' advocate. [volume] (Wilmington, Del.) 1828-1829, 1829-08-01
From ne UnlIed slatps Gazette.

my PnidSrdPH'
"TAe Kenncbccker is the name of new
paper lately issued by Henry Knox Baker, of Halo
we'll We like the name. Let us render our own soil
classical; and not go in search of Olympuscs and
Parnassuses in another world Androscoggner, Pen
obscoter and Sacoer, would sound as WE'LL after we
had learned to jingle them, the classical names OF
antiquity"
Our eastern brother has, for once at least said a
good thing. We hope to the rivers, mountains
and lakes of our country, treasured up in song like
those of England, Switzerland, Rome and Greece ;
and we are sure that Pennsylvania will furnish the
streams, lakes, wales, and emnences, that will vie in
beauty and euphony, with those of the most classical
land of the old world.
We have lost the inspiration of song, or we would
attempt it in rhyme-albet do confess there are
certain names that appear at home in the state
y measure of blank verse;
What delightful land would our state have pre-
sented for blind Ossian and his harp. Suppose the
old bard seated on eninence between the Little
Moshanon and Sinnemahony creeks, with Smtmyer
river on his right and Buttermk Falls on the Sus-
quehanna at his left. His hands would sweep the
harp, and he would sing thus to Mavina:
Daughter of the Claiborne chief of the Coquinos-
sing, the hand of Ossian is weak family now it
strikes the cord, slowly the king of day sinks be-
yond the Allegheny height, or hides himself in the
waters of the Monongahela Yet, pleasant to the
of the bard is the of the Klskemnetas as il
drinks in the Conemaugh, the Loyalhanna, and the
Blacklegs, or mingles its foamy with the Cow
anshannock, the Cassowago, the Poketos and Mahon-
ing. Lowly are the streams of Teonisth and
Titynta, for the voice of the huntsnan is heard no
more upon their borders. This hand, that tremblcs
now upon the cords, once drew the bow with dead
y aim, as the huntsman poured down from the Blue
Mob upon the children of the valley, as they rested
by The Quemahoning, or bounded off upon the banks
of hpv0n fbo of
the Little Sewickly. Then, maid of the blue eye, the
hand of Ossian strong in war, and his voice was
like the deep sounding of Tuscarora, as it sends its
stream darkly winding to the Junlata. l raised my
spear, upon the Towanda, and the dwellers on the
borders of the Loyalsock fed away in fearor terri
bic was the going forth of the bard
Shickshinny, Nanticoke and Mahooponey, vanly
pour their streams my path for the maid that
rested on the Wyalusing looked for my APPROACH
What were Meshoppen, Tobyhanna, Tunkhannock,
Appoacon or Wepsaning to him that had forded the
Nescopeck, the Nesquihening, the Lackawannock or
the Wapwalloping
The ewes of the bard were not then dimmed, like
the full orbed moon when the spirit of darkness quench
es her beams in mid heaven. | stood then upon the
Mahantongo and my eye caught the pure stream of
the Swatara, the Chigus, the Peckque and the Cone
WACO. they sent their waters to the Susquehanna
Far to the left, the sons of the forest called us to
the battle, and the bosses of our shield have been
heard beyond the Wanlenpanpack and the Lackawax-
en-. In the shade of the Mauch Chunk and the Po-
hopoko, we met the foe and their blood died the wat
ers of the Aquapsicola. The fame of the bard was