Litchfield enquirer., 1832-11-22
DERMOT MAC MORROGH.

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 The following is the opening Of the first cantO ol ,he Ex-Presidents Poem:
 sing Of Derrnoi Erin's early pride; --=
 The pious patriot of the Emerald strand; The first deliverer, for a stolen bride
 Who sold to AibiOn's king his native land. But, coun,rymen of mine. let wo betde
 The man who thinks of ought but whats in hand. What shall tell you, happened, you must know, Beyond the seas, six hundred years ago. 'ris strange how often renders will indulge
 Their wits mystic meaning to discover; Secrets ne Fer dreamed of by the bard, divnlges
 And where he shoots duck, will find plOver: Satire shafts from every line promuge,
 Detect a tyrant when he draws q lover: Nay, % intent his hidden thoughts to see, Cry, if he paints a ascoundreI,-"That means me-" 'Tis human nature. In old Roman days,
 When that sweet Mantuan minstrel tuned his Tyre: Sung how Eneas from ho Trojan blaze
 On his broad shoulders bore away his sire, Yet scrupled not, with yilest arts, to raise
 In Tyran Dido's veins unhallowed fire: Debauched her. left her, 'whelmed with scorn and
 By seif-combusiioN to redeem her fame lshame, The Roman delivers straight began to pry
 Into the courier mnstrel's full intent: Troys fa, ROmes rise, they kenned with halt an eye,
 Was bnt the outward mask of what he meant: His patron prince with oil of fools to ply. a
 They discovered was the EOel's bent: The good Eneas was a wisp of straw, Augustus Cesar was the man ;hey saw. And so, for sixteen hundred years and more,
 That willy knnve for Virgips hero passed; Tin Father Hardouin. yersed in classic lore.
 To find another clue about him cast: And wont in legendary lies to pore,
 He dved, and delved. and deved, and foun at last, That Vrgil's Eneid monkish tale, In verse, our Sayiour's passion to unveii. Poor Salisnac. How hard fate wns thine!
 Thy pupil, heir apparent to throne, Thou dreWes the moral gem from HOmerB mine,
 Aud madest the Grecan muses all thy own, To teach him wisdom with voice divine;
 This was thy noble purpose, this alone, But when thou painledst court and coHrteaNn, They said twas Louis aud his MOntespan. t-.sI Against ali this enter my protest;
 Dermot Mac Morrogh shows my hero's face; Nor will !, or in earnest or tn jest,
 Permit another to usurp his place; And give me leave 10 say, that know best
 My own intentions in the lines trace; Let no man, therefore, draw aside the screen, And say 'tis any other that mean.
 The Popes interference in this iniqui,ous busaess, calls forth an apt apostrophe to Religion: Divine Religion! bliss of man below,
 Thou link Of union between earth and skies; Nurse 0t our virtue, s0iace Of our wO,
 Lore ofihe learned, wisdom of the wise. Thou from whose fountain, stream: perennial flow,
 or prayer sincere, md praise and penance rise. Oh! how canst thon behold such deeds of shame, Such crimes accurs. committed in thy name?
 The lines Justice, arc fit companion piece for those on Religion:
 And if Ihere he Ruler ofthe sker
 Justice, eternal justice iP his law And whaisue'er of justice earth denies,
 Angelic hands in heaven shall mend the flaw. Riae then, on Hopes seraphic pinions rise!
 From worlds beyond the grave thy comforts draw: And deem the wrongs that virtue here eustains Proofs that on high God of justice reigns.
 For the selection of hero not honest, the writer thus apologizes: Among the critics it has been of yore,
 question whether, when he forms his plan, An epic poet must, to say more,
 Take for his hero a right honest man. Bat for my part hold the ruc bore;
 'Twere well to make him honest if you can; Into another question it must fall, Where such a hero can be found at all. !" Heroes are much the same (so Pope avers)
 From Macedonia's ,iadman to the Swede." But this again another question stirs;
 If atter ages have impro ed the breed
 Adapted so disturb tie poets creed, Will any mortal aak-who s that one
 Name him! Ay! hold taper to the Sun! 'Tis said. the exception only proves the ruIs--
 All other heroes from the days of Pope, Compounds have been of mndRen, knave and fool,
 And thus may be defined, without trOpe, All servile followers of the self same school:
 Who hang themselves, whenever they have rope. Till time shall end. their merits you may scan; Among them ere you ind one honest man. So far then from mprov vement in the breed,
 The scale has fallen since the poets dave For Charles of Sweden, raving mad indeed,
 Deserves at least of honesty the praise. Taught Quintus Curiius, when boy, to read,
 IL fired his bIain, and madden'd all his days Till his fate led him 10 the "barren strand, 4e. The petty fortress, and the dubious hand" You then who purpose to invoke the Muse,
 And in the cause of virtue point the pen; Need take thought. your subjects when you choose,
 To look for heroes among honest men; Stout hearts 6erce passions iusis to shame the sews,
 And mercy. fitted for the eiger'0 den; These arc your heroes of the last disclosure; Who blood and carnage see with due composure But cen from these, the moral maxim draw
 Strip of their laurels and expose their lives: Bound by lie of liberty or law,
 False to their couniry-irait0rs to their wives, Strip 10 the skin, and hold them not iH ave-
 Bare t0 the bOne--wth ianceis and with kniges; And reach the world, from Nimrod down tO NeTp, What sort of skeleton can make hero. M
 From ihe Rock Spring (ILlinoisJ papsr.
 Black HaUk.-This distinguished fel- low, who has kept our frontiers in con- stant state of alarm, and caused the massa- ere of many families and great destruc- ton of property, is now prisoner in irons at Jefferson Barracks, below St. Louis The prophet, two of MT. Hawks sons, and