The Arkansas advocate., 1830-05-19
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' The following lines are given in Moore's Fife of Byron. They were intend ed 10 De added to Byron's well known Ode to NaP0- leon. They contain beautiful and just tribute to the memory of Washington There was day--there was an hour While earth was Gaul's--'Fant thihe--- When that immeasurable power
 Unsated to resign Had been an act of purer tame Than gathers round Marehgo name And gilded thy decline, Through the long twilight of all time, Despite some passing clouds of crime. But thou, forsooth, must be a king, And don the purple vest, As ifthat foolishrob could wiring Remembrance from thy breast. s.Ea..c is that fad led scssa arla aeat! where The gewgaws thou vast fond to wear, The star-the string-the crest! Vain, forward child ef empire' say, Are al thy p!aythings snatched away! Where may the wearied eye repose When gazing on the great; Where neither guilty glory giows, Nor dospicable state? Yes-one-the frst---the last--the best--- The Gincinnatus of the Vest;
 Whom envy dares not hate, Bequeathed the name of Washington, To make man blush there was but One! From the Xeaiat 0hio) BackaooodsmGR.
 THE REV PLIERS. There were sounds of mirth and joyousness Broke forth in the lighted hall, And there was many merry laugh, And many merry call. hnd the glass was freely pass around, And the nectar freely quaf 'ds And many heart felt light with glee, And the joy of the thrilling draught, A voice arose in that place of nirth, And glass was fiour;shed high: < drink to Iife.s said a son of earth, ( Asiid I do not fear to die. ssT have no fear-I have no fear :. r afk not of the agrant Death; z F or fle IS u grim old genfiemalaIl, ss And he wars but with his breath. < Cheer, comrades, cheer!' & We drink to
 Life,
 And do not fear to die:'' Just then a rushing sound was heard, As ofspirits sweeping by, And presently the latch flew up, And the door flew open " itie- And a stranger strode within the hall, With an air of martial pride. 
 He spoke: !" join in your revelry, Y Bold sons of the Bacehan rite; < And IdFinl the toast ye have drank be-
 fore,
 < The pledge of yon dauntless knight: " Fill high---fli high---we drink to Life, C And we scorn the reaper Death, q Forhe is grim old gentleman, < And he wars but with his breath. " He's noble soul, that champion knight, And he wears q martial hrow; q Oh, he'll pass the gates of Paradise, ss To the regions of bliss below.' This was too mucii for the Bacchanal; Fire flashed from his angry eye; A muttered cnrse--and avengefnl oath " Intruder, thou shalt die!'' Hestrnck--and the strangers guise fell off, Ana phantom ioffn Sto0u Lhefe, Agrinning, and ghastly, aud horrible thing, With rotten and mildewed hair And they struggled awhile, till the stran-
 ger blew
 A blast of his whitening breath; And the Bacchanal fell at the phantom's s
 feet,
 And his conqueror was--DEATH!
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 HOW SIIALLI I WOO HER. How shall l woo herl--I will stand Beside her when she sings; And watch that fine and fairy hand Fit OCT the quiyering strings. And ! Twill tell her, have heard, Though sweet her song may be, A voice, whose every whisper'd word Was more than song to ne! How shallI woo herl--f will gaze In sad and silent trance, On those dark eyes, whose liquid rays Look love in every glance: And I will tell her, eyes more bright