The New York herald., 1844-11-18


Not fallen No as well the tall
And piilared Allegheny fall
A. well Ohios giants tide
Roll backward on its mighty track
As he, Columbia's hope and pride
The slandered and the sorely tried,
In his triumphant course iurn back.
He il not fallen Seek to bind
The chainless and unbidden wind;
Oppose the torrents headlong course,
And turn aside the whirlwinds force;
But deem ye not the mighty mind
Will cover before the blast of hate,
Or quail ct dark and causeless i'll;
For though all else be desolate,
II stoops not from its high estate
A Marius mid the ruin still.
He is not fallen Every breeze
That wanders DER Columbias bosom,
From wild Penobscot's forest trees,
From oceans shore, from inland seas,
Or where the rich Magnelia's blossom
Floats snow-like, on the sultry wind,
Is bearing onward to his ear,
A homage to his lofty mind
A need the fallen never and,
praise which patriots only hear.
Star Of the West A million eyes
Are turning gladly unto him
The shrine Of old idolatries
Before his kindling light grow dim.
And men awake az from dream,
Or meteors dazzling to betray;
And bow before his pnrer beam,
The earnest Of better day.
All hail. The hour is Fastening on
When, vainly tried by SANDERS fame
Columbia shall behold her son
UnhaImed. without laurel gone.
Az from the ames of Babylon
The angel guarded trial came.
The Slander shall be silent then,
His spell shall leave the minds Of men,
And higher glory wait upon
The Western Patriots future tame.
From the Hartford Times.l
The Last Procession.
Methought at eventide paused.
One cold November day,
Where dry and grim an ash pole" stood.
Like ghost Beside the way;
When on mine ear wall arose,
And slowly DER mine eye,
With solemn tread q heightened train,
In funsrsl guise, swept by.
First, with face whose depth Of gloom
Ambitions blight had cast.
The " Millb0y OF the Slashes" moved
The chieftest mourner past
And then to soothe his rising grief,
With sympathetic tear,
With solemn air, so meek aIfd good,
Walked Freliughuysen near
With "brandiHg iron" in each hand.
From his far travels come,
Unsolaced in his deep despair,
Stalked Roorback." !" dark and glun,
And sadly leaning on bis arm,
His old and tender flame,
In all her weeds Of woe arrayed
The Widow Bringhart" came
That " estimable" pair,
Marched midst troop Of Juveniles"
And dandes with long hair;
While dolorous upon the breeze,
All wheezngly and wide,
Like his own windy bellows, the
P0ughk QQnsip hlack aunith0 einhpd
And then that "coach expressly built"
And decked with silk and gold,
The great embodiment" 10 bear,
With sullen motion rolled;
And as along the dusky way
Its darkening course 1t kept,
Beside it, With his Clay Tribune"
Poor Greeley walked and wept.
Then thronged long and dismal host,
A thousaud men or more,
And each upon frowzy reg
A scurvy motto bore
And colporfeurs, with s'Junius" tracts,
A crushing weary load,
Bent down with weariness and woe,
Ia sad procession trode.
And sorely on his wounded CALI
With tear. drops in his eye,
The great god father Of the "whigs."
Ih' immortal Webb limped by.
A doieful dirge Joe Hoxie sang
Amidst that sorrowing train,
And "glee clubs" and "Clay minstrsls" joine
The melancholy strain.
And thus they passed in long array,
At evenings sombre hour
And grief was heavy on each heart,
With its oermastering power:
For broken, "busted," gone to pot"
Exploded, vanished, fed,
The great whig party was no more
"That same old coon" was dead
he above strains are poured forth by the pun
Sho roIl tx,lz.