Southport telegraph. [volume] (Southport, W.T. [i.e. Kenosha, Wis.]) 1840-1850, 1847-05-12

CANT waste of public money on such an outlandish
and unfrequented spot" The muskrat and trappers
have given place to the busy din of water wheels,
and outlandishn Rochester has now a greater
number of Touring mills, and annually manufactures
flour than any other town or city IN the whole
world
In1796 eight years before the poets arrival there
were four houses where the beautiful city of Utica
now stands. Geneva was then a hamlet. Where
Syracuse-soon to be city-stands, not even a
shanty was then erected Cayuga bridge, built by
the Manhattan company of New York city, at cost
of 81 10000 was only completed in $500, and IN
the same year the road was cut from Avon TO LIE
Roy. The population of the whole state was then
not six hundred thousand now the eighth senate
district alone, contains nearly, If not quite, three
hundred and twenty-five thousand; the State three
millions Instead of being ten or twelve days as
Moore probably was, lourneying from Albany TO
Buffalo, through wilderness, he can now travel It
in less than "a hours and behold country, the fer
tty of whose SOIL the richness OF whose products,
and the prosperity of whose inhabitants, is not sur
passed on the whole globe. But we liked to have
forgotten the poem:
SONG OF THE EVIL SPIRIT OF THE WOODS.
Qua via difficilis quaque est via nulla.
Now the vapor hot and damp
Shed by day s expiring lamp,
Through the misty ether spreads
Every i'll the white man breads
Fiery ieyers thirsty thrill,
Fittul agnes shiyerlng chill!
Hank | hear the travellers song,
As he winds the woods along;
Christian, It's the song fear;
Wolves are round thee, night is near,
And the wild thou darest to roam
Think, twas once the Indians homei
Hther spirits, who love to harm,
Wheresoer you work your charm,
BY the creeks or by the brakes
Where the pale witch feeds her snakes,
And the cayman loves to creep,
Torpid, to his wintry sleep;
Where the bird of carrion fits,
And the shuddering murderer sits,
Lone beneath root OF bood
While upon his poisoned food;
From the corpse of him he slew,
Drops the chill and cory de'r.
Hither bend ye, turn ye hither,
EGes that blast, and wings that wither
Cross the wand ring Christians way,
Lead him, ere the glimpse of day,
Many mile of maddening error,
Through the maze of night and terror,
Till the morn behold him lying
On the damp earth pale and dying.
Mock him when his eager sight
Seeks the cordial cottage light;
CLEAN then, like the lightning bug,
Tempt him to the den that's dug
For the foul and iamshed brood
Ofthe she-wof gaunt for blood
Or, unto the dangerous pass
Der the deep and dark morass,
Where the trembling Indian brings
Belts of porcelain, pipes and rings
Tributes TO be hung in air,
To the Fiend presiding there
Then, when night S long labor past,
Wildercd, faint, he falls at last
linking where the causewaYs edge
oToudeTs IN The SHINY sedge,
There let every noxious thing
Trail its filth and fix its sting;
Let the bull TOAD faint him over
Round him let moschetoes hover,
In his ear and eye-balls tingling,
With his blood their poison mingling,
Till beneath the solar fires,
Ranking all, the wretch expires!