Portage sentinel. [volume] (Ravenna, Ohio) 1845-1854, 1850-07-01
From the Detroit Advertiser.
Less Of the Steamer Griffith.
WHrRR $50 PERSONS pERIsHEp IN THE FLAMES
5 AND FLOOD.

Loss OF the otedW6r GIllltl.
WHrnE $50 PERSONS rER1sHEp IN THE FLAME
a AND FLOOD.
Upon gentle, golden night,
the sweet month Of June,
5 4 gallant vessel gaily sailed,
Beneath the silver moon.
The placid sky was spangled DER,
With heavens star glittering gems
The blazing jewels that adorn,
The angles diadems! 4
Three hundred souls within that bark,
In peaceful slumbers lay,
Lnlled by the ripling, frolic waves,
That laughed and leaped in play.
The hardy, sun-bronzed emigrant,
Back to his father land,
In dreams returned, aud clasped again,
An aged mothers hand!
"A blue.eyed girl on the hard deck,
In broken murmurs sighed, ...
For one she loved, and left, and hoped,
To be his Switzer bride,
She in her visions, vine clad hills,
A hut, and peasant boy,
The rushing Rhine, saw, and tear,
Suffnsed hes eye with joy.
Above her, high born ladies slept,
Where tassell'd, bright lamps swung,
And gorgeous, silken canepies, -..
Ger snow-white bosoms hung
But which was happiest2 that poor girl,
Unschoord in the worlds art,
Or the proud, beautiful coquette, =.
or false and frozen heart?
The helmsman steady turns his wheel,
The Captains at his post,
" hile safe and merrily she glides,
Along the curying coast
ALPS we'll! no sound of danger nigh,
On the hushed waters break,
But silence, like seraph smiles,
Down on the deep blue Lake!
When 10. a column of thick smoke,
.Slow eurls up from the hold;
Enveloping each sleeper's face,
In its black, phantom fold!
Then suddenly, forked fame
Darts high-another higher!
: And now wild shrief of despair!
Oh God! the ships on fire.!
Quick, wheelsman, shouts frantic voice!
Run her hard on the shore
While furious whirlwinds of red fire,
Around her flash and roar! E.
oh horror! on reef she strikes!-
- Fast in the fatal sand t#
Isthere no hope7 alas! she's lost! r.
lisa mile to land. -e
{ Now madly in the lurid waves,
Together, and alone,
The grey hair'd sire and sinewy son,
Sink with death-bubbling groan!
A mother clasps for the last time,
Her trembling, darling child,
And calling on her husband, falls,
Amid the waters wild!
Aboveithem howls the hurricanes "
Hot, sufocating, breath!
Below them, in the pillows, shines,
The pinding sheet Of death.
The Captain, terrified, YET calm,
And faithful to the last,
With one arm round his wife and babe,
Clings to the burning mast!
Then hurling each with maniac strength,
into the gurgling waves, ,r
Leaped after and united seek,
Their cold, uncofn'd graves!
There, on the green and CLASSY surge,
Looks up q lovely face, So.
One struggle more-the white form floats,
Above her resting place!
Beyond, strong arms are battling with,
The breakers strangling might;
In vain, they ne'er again shall see,
To-morrow's blessed light!
The sun illumes the rosy East,
And pale-faced people stand, ~.
Gazing upon smoking wreck,
y And dead men on the strand!
All me it was o sad, sad sight
Bleached lips, and prayer-clasp'd hands!
A ghastly, ivid multitude,
Far from their native lands!
Another day-sne little day,
And their feet would have prest,
Their long sough, happy prairie homes,
In the wide, welcome west! .,
But no-kind strangers bury them,
Beneath the daisied turf,
On Erie,s green banks, sleepingly by,
The solemn-sounding serf?
There, with its music for their dirge,
Together let them lay,
Till the trump sounds on sea and land,
The resurrection day!
DErnolr, June 81, 1850.
PARRY GooD.-A witty correspon
ent Of the Richmond Enquirer, informs t
editor that hs has q claim for furnishi
material 10 build Noah's ark, and sa
that he intends to employ Secretary CRA
FORD to present the claim to Mr: MEh