The Arkansas advocate., 1835-10-30


 should be inferred in the island, and pointed out the spot where he wished his remains tt rest, in beautiful valley, under the pendan branches ct several hhouIisiling weeping vii lows, near his favorite spring; and not far iron his place of residence.'' YE shall not lay this body where
 My star of majesty arose, And glittered in the troubled air,
 Until it sunk beneath my foes: would not that these bones should lie. Where every reckless passer-by Will shout triumphant o'er my dust, Nor marked by pyramid or bust, Is this the one--is this the one,
 Before whose nod the kingdoms bowed Who said, I'll tread as clay the sun, And set my throne above the cloud? But ye my sepulchre shall pile,
 Where waves eternally are curled Around the black and towering isle- Above battle withered world! For it, unshaken and sublime,
 Shall beetle o'er the stormy tide! Unhurt beneath the step of time
 Alone in solitary pride! 4 symbol of the fame of him
 Who made it's majesty his urn; And whose high deeds, when stars arc dim, Shall proudly and triumphant burnl Upon the Bourbon's throne trod
 And wore the Gaul's imperial crown, And saw beneath the frown of God His orb of glory settle down! Above the wide, astonished world, My march was like comet bold; And when her royal flags unfarled, My banner like d storm unrolled! Upon the Alp and Appenine l bade my serred thousands shine, And felt the C@sar's shining gem Wreathe in my mighty diadem, And saw my eagle bearing band Upon their marble deserts stand! Above the Niles mysterious flood saw my victor eagle fly, Until in clouds of storm and blood
 l wrapt the overhanging sky! ! Before mine iron chariot, bow
 Egyptia' s swarthy host I bid, And set my banners on the brow
 Of the eternal pyramid. . Upon the Spaniard's marble towers, And in the gray Alhambra's hall, l poured the river of my power,
 And saw those marble towers fall! Then over Moscow's hundred spires My king-subduing sabre reared To see their wild and shafted fires
 Enwreathe the vessel which I steered.-- When at their touch my banner spread, Shrank into clnders o'er my head; And soon my masts of empire came Within that awful sea of flame, And men beheld the wreck go down With sabre, robe, and royal crown! Then for a while the nations slept;
 While ruin gazed upon the slain, And kings who by my chariot wept, Now gathered up their crowns againi But with thunder-sound of fear, Again l burst upon their ear; And like red volcano hung Above their monuments of fame In vengeance and in wrath flung
 My broad and whitening sheets of flame
 Around the Russian crest, And Albion's sea=encircling wing, And Austria's plumed and naughty king,
 In robes of silver drest! But He who in his awful ire
 Had lit the huge volcano's famey Now quenched again the crater's fire, And on it's brow of glory came! 2 The chain--the rock-the gloomy sea, Z Are all that now remain to me. X My task is done: From out the ieop Where living form hath never trod, l hear a voice which bids me sleep:- 1t is the summons of a God. My task Is done!-but never more \ While planets line Creation shore, And worlds of light and beauty roll In music round the central soul, Will men forget the sun that rose
 With fiery front and blasting robe, To rouse them from their deep repose, And strew their corses o'er the globei-- For oh! if all the grief and blight
 Which have scattered down on man, Since first my devastating flight
 From beings sable shore began, Upon one canvass, broad and high,
 Could be by Painters pencil hurled. That canvass hung unto the sky,
 Would with it's margin sweep the world.
 From the same.J
 EPIGRAM. sMa!'--ssMy love-" "My under-steeces--' "Well, what's the trouble dearl' Are good for naught--they quite worn out And will not last, fear, Another week-and if you will, And have them, ma, to spare PAIR OF SHEETS l wish you'd give,
 To make another pair.''