Baton-Rouge gazette. [volume] (Baton-Rouge, La.) 1819-1856, 1843-08-12
From The Southern Literary Messenger.
THE WEEPING WILLOW.

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THE WEEPING WILLOW.
Deep inotrner of the buried dead,
Thy Instincts seem TO be with grief
IN sadness bows thy lowly head,
And wailing Is in every leaf.
Thy dropping head 30 lowly hangs,
No upward look Il seems to brave
Subdued it stoops to earth with panpa,
And weeps and grows Ger ffiendship'e
grave
In Autnmn's robes, thy tributes fall
Like tears from hanging clouds of gloom
Clustered. they spread their faded pail,
And sleep like death upon the tomb.
Where thou hast watched 30 long, no true,
There TOO thy peaceful form shall sleep
Then, tears Of night shall fail IN dew,
And Angels come, thy place to keep.
CAPTURE OF TIE MACEDONIAN.
Ills Britannia Majesty q irigate Macedonian
was one Of the brilliant ocean trophies Of our
last struggle with England. A book has been
just published in Boston, ia which a most
epirit.stirring and lite.like account Of this In.
terosting event is given. The work is by a
sailor--a Mr.. Leeeh, who At the time the
proud ship struck her e%olors, was n boy on
board. He was transferred to the deck 0 fthe
good frigate, United States, where he became
Amerieanized. We enjoy the history of this
battle, as thus given, by a foreigner and an
Englishman /:
The Sabbath came, and it brought with
II a stiff breeze. We usually made a sort
OF holiday of this sacred day. After break.
fast it was Common TO muster the entire
crew on the spar deck, sometimes in blue
jackets and white trowsers, or blue jackets
and blue trowsers; at other times in blue
jackets, scarlet vests, and blue or white
trousers; with our bright anchor buttons
glancihg in the sun, and our black, glossy
hats, ornamented with black ribbons, and
with the name of our ship painted on them.
After muster, We frequently had church
read by the captain; the rest of tho
day was devoted to idleness. But we were
destined to spend the Sabbath just introdu.
eed TO the reader in very different man
ner.
We had scarcely finished breakfast be.
fore the man at tho mast head shouted,
sail hol"
The captain rushed upon deck, exclaim.
''mast head .hore!"
"Sir!"
"Where away is the sail1"
The precise answer to this question | do
not recollect, but the captain proceeded to
ask,
What does she hook like7'
"a square. rugged vessel, sir" was the
'eply OF the lockout.
After a few minutes, the captain shout.
ID again, "Mast head there!"
.Sir!"
"What does she look like?"
"a large ship sir standing towards ust"
By this time most Of the crew were on
ieck, eagerly straining their eyes to OBJ.
ain a glimpse of the approaching ship,
md marmuring their opinions to each 9TH
n on her probable character. Then came
he voice of the captain shouting, Keep
fore and aftl' Silence being Sc
he hailed the lookout, who 10 his
o. "What does she look like7" re-
lied, "a large frigate, bearing down upon
Is, sir!"
A whisper ran along the crew that the
tranger ship was a Yankee frigate. The
vas confirmed by the command,
f"Al hands clear the ship for action
The drum and fife beat to quarters;
tllk- heads were knocked away; the guns
Fere released from their confinement; the
fhole dread paraphernalia of battle was
reduced: and after the lapse of a few min.
ties of hurry and confusion, every mar and
oy was at his post, ready TO do his best
ervice for his country, except the band,
claiming exemption from the affray,
slowed themselve AWAY in the ca
lie tier. We had only one sick man on
he list, and he, at the cry of battle, hur-
led from his cot, feeble as he was, to take
is post of danger. 4 few of the Junior
lidshi pmen were stationed below, on the
with orders, given in our hear
4, to shoot any man who attempted 10
IN from his quarters,
Our men were all in good spirits; though
ley did moi scruple 10 express the wish
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