Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1844-09-17

GrThe following production is from the
pen of young lady, daughter of our former
fellow citizen, Mr.. P. Johnson. She is
student at the Rock river Seminary, at which
institution it was written and spoken as
part of the exercises:
THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP.
Endless, sparkling, bright beneath yon roll
ling surf securely buried, what untold wealth
has Old Ocean boarded up. Banks of coral
and beds of amber form his magnificent floor,
and gathered away in his dark caverns, the
diamond glistens and the ruby burns, and
scattered like the pebbles on his shore, lay
the emerald and the pearl, ntermixed with
shells of everv form and hue. These are
his own, he may claim them as his right, and
over them he may dash bis m ghty waves un-
questioned, for these were never mans in
heritanec. Then roll on, thou proud Old
Ocean-hide from our view the wondrous
treasures of thy deep caverns, for it were not
we'll that aught like human eye should gaze
upon things so bright. Treasures like these
are Oceans peculiar dower-they are his
birthrght
But these are not ALL though he hides be-
meath his dashng waves such stores of gilt
tering wealth, yet has he more. Since first
God set bounds to his proud waves, he has
been gathering wealth from the brightest and
best of earth's treasures, to hide in his far
depths. Kingdoms are swallowed up in his
fury. and naught remains TO tell the sad tale
but the deafenag roar of angry surges. Ma
ves, the pride and trust OF nations, have gone
down to rest in his deep waters, and the gree
dy waves have dubbed forth momentary
roy, and then dubbed on, as if they had ne
yer Witnessed aught like destruction Watch
that gallant bark, as it skins proudly from
the shore, bearing on its deck hundreds of
light hearts which are filled with happy an
tcpations for the future; leaving home,
country, and fricnds-friends who pray night
~ with anxious hearts to the God of waters
for the protection Of the loved ones on the
deep. But alas. no tdings from that proud
bark shall reach them more, for it rests far
down in pcartdccked cave, aud the bright
forms that g'aced its deck sleep quietly in
their coral winding sheets. Friend and foe
find rest on the same quiet pillow. The
maiden sleeps peacefully beside beds of
pearls, but she seeks not now to entwine
them in her hair-she needs them not Sir
my reptiles play through her neglected tres
Sos. Her eye kmtfSes not at their pure beau
~, for lizards rest in their vacant sockets.
lSllnds with their ho1rdcd wealth have gone
III swell his mighty store. the proud, the
rich. aud the mighty have been gathered TO
his bosom. The good, the great, aud the
heastifl sleep uncoffined and uuknclle /.
far deen in the dashing deep. From the
rHiuering, icc-hound north TO the emerald
waves of the balmy south, from the Atlant c
10 the Pacific, from the shore, from the sin
king island. from the wrecked vessel, the
cry of anguish and despair has gone ap to
the listening sky, as the greedy Ocean has
swallowed up his prcv and dubbed peace
fully over them, and thus they sleep to the
Wild music of the wave.
The storm that sweeps over them breaks
not their slumber;-thc dashing of the wild
waves, and the roaring of the hoarse thunder
shall not arouse them. Fresh flowers may
not deck their resting places-Fricnds may
not watch and weep above their low beds,
and the solemn organ may play no funeral
peal over their repose. The ocean nymphs
weave wrcaths Of sca-grass about them, and
cast pearls over them for tears, while wind
and ocean Join to chaunl their requiem.
Roll on then thou mighty Deep-the
pearls and gems that grace thy caves are all
thine own, and we ask them not of thee
The buried Islands, Cities, NAvies, and En-
pires, we yield to thy insatiate grasp and de-
mand no restitution. But the great, the
good, the loved, that thou hast snatched
away from earth are not thine. We claim
them still. aud though they may sleep long
to the lullings of thy wild song yet shall
they wake, and thou shalt yield them TO u:
again; for the trumpet of the Lord shall
<caad, and the sea shah give ur IT'S dead.
Tive CITY authorities OF Montreal &sve