Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1847-07-07
The fallen Tiger Of Corsica, but his fame

The march OF mind is now advanc-
! ing with rapidity on the shores OF A
/ merica. On the ruins of Indian En-.
pire great Republic has arisen 10 illu-
minute the world. Where are the
aborigines of the western world? Be-
fore the victorious march of mind, they
have been driven from their native
haunts to the margin ofthe great Pa
ciic. The great flood oftime will roll
on until they are swept from the face
of the earth forever. Ere long not
one long face will remain save the
mauseteum of the warrior and the page
on which his exploits are recorded
The last Indian will soon climb his ma
tive mountain 10 view the setting sun
of Indian glory. And there shall he
bow his knee the last time to the sun
as he sinks behind his lonely cottage,
and worship the last time the Great
Spirit of the waters and the Genius OF
storms and darkness. When ages
shall have rolled away and the youth
shall ask his sire where once the wig.
wan stood, he shall point to some flour.
ishing. city on the banks oftho stream.
where once the Indian hunter bathed
and viewed his manly limbs. By wis.,
dom, industry, and valor, the Republic
Of the United States has arisen TO a
stand against the world-the forest has
fallen before the hardy sons-the yell
ing savage has been tanned, and the
Lion of England driven from her shores.
Her government is superior to any in
the world, and her country suffers not
in comparison with any on the globe.
The gardens OF America ale richly di-
versified with hills and dales, noun
tains and valleys, where Spring walks
to strew the earth with flowers. ro
mantle, beautiful and sublime. Here
are beautiful rivers, smoothly gliding
through the green meadows of pasto.
tai elegance. where the shepherd huns
to his fair one the song Of liberty
Here sparling fountains roll down the
f1owry mountains side. and spread a
thousand rainbows to the setting sun.
Here the roar of the headlong cata-
ract is heard dashing its foaming bill
lows down the rocks like the crash of
clouds, and stunning the ear with its
clamors more tremendous than the
roar of whirlwinds and storms.
1t was in these scenes of poetry and
romance that the Indian hunter once
stood and gazed at his image. 1t was
in these scenes that he heard the Great
Spirit in The tempest, and saw him ia
the clouds, it was on the banks of the
lonely stream that he bowed down in
alteration before the sinking sun. Alas!
it was here that he read his doom in
the evening skies & droped tear upon
his country's tomb. But the council fire
has been extinguished and the war
dance no longer echoes along the hill
In those beautiful scenes of poetry. the
Indian lover no longer bows down and
woos his dusky mate. They have re-
tired before the march of mind as the
shades of night before the brilliant lu
minary OF day. Liberty has walked
forth in the sky.blue caps to charm
mankind, and the rays Of science and
philosophy are shed abroad in the land.
'Phc day is rapidly approaching when
the grandeur of Greece will be revived
in the western world-when America,
thrice happy America, shall be denom-
mated the land Of science and of song.
The numerous publications of pcriodi-
cal literature, are to the march Of mind
what the rivers and canals are to the
commerce. The idea is irresistible
that this land will yet be Illuminated by
q lamp Of learning, not inferior 10 those
which Illuminated Greece and Rome,
and that another Homer will arise in
the west TO sing the fame of his coun
try and in,mortal!ze himself. Our his.
tory will ere long, be as romantic as
those of Greece and Rome.
The name and fame Of Sappho; the
German poetess lives on the pages of
history, and may not indulge in the
beliefthat there are females in Ameri-
ca even now, who are destined to shine
on the pages of fame. But there is
time of human affairs and there is a
tide of empire. 1t flows in the rivers
of prosperity until it is full. but when
it ebbs, it ebbs folever. 1t would seem
to the contemplative mind as if there
is certain height to which republics
shall aspire, and then be hurled into
midnight darkness. The march oflnind
is to certain extent and then turns to
barbarism, and the sun of science sets
on one shore TO rise in happier cline.
But my country, ere thou shalt lay
PROSTATE beneath the foot of tyranny
and ignorance, this hand shall have
moulded into dust, and these eyes.
which have seen thy glory. closed ior-
ever; the warlike sons of Indian 81 ory
sleep in their country's tomb, but that
fate IS not decreed to those who now
tread where the wigwam stood and the
council fire blazed.-American glory
has just dawned.
MILFORD BARD.
HOh mo'her!" SAYS very little