New-York daily tribune., 1843-12-13
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selection '' 'Ae'5 5 tssHi ESissfssai
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A; rs5fIsss IS fhswoii TIA; ,s prowlias upon
ouarrs,e-Ih; Land ofwashinS tGn-yorss By G. Nor.
ris-Arrsnsed by Hutchinson.
Weovs the Patriot Sages,
Who 10 the DAYS Of yore.
|" combat me, the faemen,
And drove them from our shors!
Who flung Burners starry field.
And spreli broa. maps Of cities where
Once wavrd the forest trees.
ss b. Dsmpsis By Hon. Mrs
lT HI. as sd d h c f. si
anler the painful reflection Of having buried his and
tx, sitting on the sti {, Mary,
Where we sa; si,a by side,
On a bright Nay morpine long ago,
When first you my bride:
Tnecorn vas spring g'ng fresh and green,
And The lark sang loud and high,
Aud tn l,velis sht in Your eye.
Qu7rtette- Tie Grave OF Goaaparte.
Yet spr Immortal. the tomb cannot bind thee
Eot like 'hne own eoSl- that scared to the sun,
Thou pr,ngeSt from oonda-e aud iclveSt behind thee,
4 uame which before thee no mortal had won:
Though n'tions may combt aud wars hunders rattle,
No more thy se'd wilt thou sweep or the plain;
Thou sspstty Sl.er thou has, ioushthy last battle
No sound can awase thee to glory again
Nsw sons-we'rs with you asain-wr,,en by G. T.
onat,sits-Te happy and frec-subjecs from Rauer
Ok LONG sy asasy eas saS41 ShG
Many LAM. an an. hour 10 ,5l y, whle,l III away
That washed the beacr at Rockaway.
Ne'v n'rtette-Escesior-wo by Henry W Lonsfel
This the continued aspirations Of Genius
known tongue. Dsrrgardns the every day comforts of life
the allure;nen,s of love, warnings Of experience
resse: forward its solitary path Even death holds
fist device and voice rom the proclaims the progress
of the soul in hic hsl sphere
As through the Alpine village passd
A youth who bors mid and ice,
'''''''-, Egceis:or,
Ei:s brew w.s sad his eye beneath
Fashd like fachion from its sheath,
And like sITer clarion rung,
The accents OF that unknown tongue
"Trynot the pass !" the old man snd
Dark lowers the tempest overhead
The roaring torrents DEEP aud wide
But that loud clarion voice rerl,e.-,-
20 stay! the maid, said and I5,ss
Thy weary head upon this breast
a tear stood in ks bright blue eye.
But still hr answered with sleh,-
ouar;sue- westward fio Melody by Ech,esArran=ea
b. Hutchinson,
pFoop NOT; IT, 5ro'hers rot
Westwarti.ho
Unler boughs ofmls:ctoe,
While herds OF deer and buffalo,
Furnish the cnser.
File Ger the mountains, steady boyc,
For game afar
We ave rifles ready boys
Aha!
Throw care 20 the winds.
Like chatf. boys .--ila.
And join in the laugh, boys.
Hah-hsh-h,hi
New Quartettc-Nly Mothers Bible.
This book is all that's left now
Tears will unbidden stat!
With iaer;ng lip and throbbng brow,
prcsst 10 my heart.
ro. many generations past,
Here is family tree;
Ny mothers hand ;hIs Bible claSped
She, dying, rave II me.
Ny father read this holy book,
TO Brothers, Sisters dear,
Ho: calm was my poor mother. look
Who lcvd Gods word to hear,
Iier gel face see Ii yet.
What vivid memorys come
AZ in that lirie group Is met,
Within the Halls OF home!
Soio-The Maniac.
Some years since gentleman Of fortune conveyed TO
iunatc ~ aud thee confined The person that accom-
panied MIN took oath thoc entrusted with the care {"
the the fact OF his being maniac ne more
the unfo gentleman mp0ied 10 be released the more
forcibiy the keepers conyncei OF ms nspi'y ne
frantic and died Tic that carried him the ass um
were supposed been hired by relatives to whom
hi. property woo,l-eyert after his deceasc.
Nationl Song-Unce on Time, or the OfsA oil YANKEE
ThaIe are many stories told the origin Of this sprit-stir.
ling drum and fife air; but that comemoraed In his song Is
the best and only true
t'ina.-Ile Old Granite State.
We we come from the Mountains OF the Old granite STATE
Couainag afamiy history OF the TRIBE o! Jesse from
David 10 Asa We have come from the Mountains" &c
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