Phenix gazette. [volume] (Alexandria [D.C.]) 1825-1833, 1832-06-14
Francis the Ffrst's appearance.

The gathering cloud thrOnge0 anu ciaihour,hg
| Around him, stunning him with benedictions,
| And sitting him with love and fumes OF garick!
| He with the air he knows SO well to don,
| With cap in hand, and his thick chestnut hair
Famed from his forehead, bowling to his saddle,
Smiling and nodding, cursng at them too
For hindering his progress-whiie his eye,
His eagle eve, well yersed in such discernment,
Royed through the crowd, and ever lighted where
Some pretty ANGLE, clad in woolen hose,
Peeped from beneath short round petticoat,
Or where some wealthy burgher's buxom dame,
Decked out in all her high day splendour. stood,
Showing her gossips the gold chain, which lay
Graded upon bosom whittier lar
Than the pure lawn that kerchieft it."
Loue.
"Thcre's love which, born
In early days, lives on through silent years,
Nor never shines but in the hour OF sorrow,
When it shows brightest--like the trembling light
OF pale sunbeam, breaking Ger the lace
Of the wild waters in their hour OF warfare"
Death IN battle, and on the sca6old.
..Hear me, thou hard Of heart!
They who 90 forth to battle are led on
With spriphty trumpet and shrill clam'rous cla-
riOns;
The drum doth roll its double notes along.
Echons the horses tramp; and the sweet fife
Runs through the yielding air in dulcet measures,
That makes the heart leap in its case OF steel!
Thou shalt be knelled unto thy death by bells.
Pond'rous and brazen tongues. whose su;len toll
Shall cIeave thine aching brain, and thy soul
Fall with eaden weight; the muified drum
Shall mutter round thy path like distant thun'
der;
Stead of the war.cry and wild battle roar,
That swplIs unon the tide OF victory,
Aud seems unto the eonqueror's eager ear
Triumphant harmony Of glorious discords!-
there Shall be voices cry foul shame on thee,
And the Infatuated populace shall Glamour
TO heaven for lishtnings on thy rebel head"
afternoon
"Bourbon- Ay, see the sun, that gorgeous con-
querOr,
Upon the western gate of heaven doth halt.
Pescara. A conqueror cali you him, Bour.
bon?
Bourbon. Ay, marry.
Hath he not ridden forth, as though to battle,
Armed with ten thousand darts OF living lame:
Hath he not, in his journey 'thwart the sky,
Encountered and o'ercome each gloomy cloud,
Each foe, or noisome vapour, that tn air
lowered, like foul rebellion to put out
His glorious light; and having conquered them,
Hath he not forced them don his livery
The amber glow that all he looks on wears!
And now behold, he stands on the last verge,
OF his career, and looks back DER his path.
Marked with rudy huc-how like conqueror!
Now sinks he in that glowing mass OF light
Which he hath fired; and look, Pescara, yonder,
Comes on the night, who draws her sable veil
Over the whole; and this bright pageantry,
This gorgeous sunset, and this glorious sue,
Shall be forgotten in to.morrow's dawning
So comes in death, ard SO oblivion falls
Over the mighty of the EARTH"
We conclude with Gonzalves' history of his
wrongs;--
AS fair flower once grew within my home
As young, as lovely, and as dearly loved.
had sister once, gentle maid,
The only daughter of my fathers house,
Round whom our ruder loves did all eDtwine,
She was the centre of our souls affections
She was the bud that underneath our strong
And sheItering arms, spread over her, did blow:
So grew this fair, fair girl, till envious fate
Brought on the hour when she was withered.
Thy father, sir, now mark! for tits the point
And moral Of my tale,--thy father, then,
Was by my sire in war ta'en prisoner.
Wounded almost to death, he brought him home,
Sheltered him, cherished him, and with care
Most like brothers watched his bed OF sickness,
Till ruddy health once more through all his veins
Sent iife's warm stream in strong returning tide.
How think ye he repaid my fathers lover
From her dear home he lured my sister forth.
And, having robbed her Of her treasured honor,
Cast her away, defiled, despoiled, forsaken!
The daughter Of high and ancient line
| The child of so much love! She died! she died!
Upon the threshold of that home from which
NV father spurned her!-over whose pale corse
swore to hunt through life her ravisher;
Nor ever from my bloodhound track desist,
Till due and deep atonement has been made
Honor for honor giyen-blood for blood!'
British Naral Speaking Trumpet An anec-
dote is circulating in the best societies, highly
| creditable to NJ. Van der Weyr. All the world
knows that the Belgian PIenipotentiary ranks ra.
Their below the usual height Of man-that is, ne
| measures about FIVE feet Count Orloff, on the