Lewisburg chronicle. [volume] (Lewisburg, Pa.) 1850-1859, 1854-11-03
From the NeV Fork Journal Of CONNER,
STEWART HOLLAND.

STEWART HOLLAND.
NJ WILLIAM ROSS WALLACE.
"Amidst all the terrible incidents attendant upoI
Of the Arctic. which We have been rece
leSc two DAYS past. there is that impresscs us
cling Of awe and admiration. ani shows all the v
st the ngc of heroes is not altogether gone by. "
r to the young man, STEWART HOLLAND. whose pn,
ity throughout all that trying scene. was the fri
signal gun. at intervals. in the hope Of attracting
tention Of vessels from distance TO the scene Of i
r. While all around him were death and d-.psi
I'd relf there lie stood dix" Hope herself with
i'm determination of true hero. discharging gu'
r gun. until the gallant ship went down beneath
nves Here was courage and manliness-a dehan
ath and an adhesion 70 dutv--we might walk over
ost famous batt--ieiis in history to look for aud
III. ~. ,cns in III, r>rg act Of firing ds the re.sel
ared beio,o The rioters"
Flag Of the Braye take newer light
On every stripe and flowing fold,
That az mbol freedoms radiant might
In their deep heaven Of stars unro,lci.
Oh. not in vain our martyrs sighed
And not in vain our heroes cried. "a
"'ris sweet for ones own land to iie."
The soul Of yore. the soul tnst gave
Their glcrv to our soil and wave,
From Vcrnon's mount and Ashland's graro
Still lightens through the sky!
Death on the waters hsIk, the cry
Of hupdr .,,s in their avopv
Who. b.,p,.s, crowd Tho 5e,k.
Tb.rr maj, ,,bo,I ,t,rnIv mark, his tomb.
And woman walls amid the gloom,
As slowly sinks the wreck.
Rut wbo ;s n. ,b,, .,J,rIr st.,ds
The lighted brand within his hands
Beside the minute gum
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..TI,o or,v.n Gov, ,.,. ., aur s;,.
Ton wh.ro COOS INV .,o-ious,r;,.
My own majestic bark
But thou art free-thy mother waits
Her son beside the cottage sates''
How answered Holland d'-harA'
his minute gun asan-hhd ey
Ahe nash that hgh's the sea ana SKY
beho'd the nero "in''
'r"nd as Young creek goo VINO 'miies
when snake the Pr'uo o'!hp'An PiAes'
And qdi'er ali the misty Eies
Beneath the boted STORM
Tn vain in vain the Ioud gun ro.rs-
No NOR, for hin, III. c,,., r,..n ,bors.-
ro- him M uo,. the ho,,.
H., ell, ,,a.,n,,d ,,s-, t .,,ra.
tn. Y,,b,.d ,-,rd x;,hin hi, hand.
ahox. m. wild Whit. foam
Sac, ace Nh. xe..., r,.,.cv
of.h;vcr;ny bo,,or r.nds IN. ~
O, God. can no one save,-
The proud ship sinks-and sinks-sxaiu
The cannon thundcrs to the main
Then naught but mist and wave
Where but frw brief hours ago
The rider Of the billows bore
In pride four hundred joyous souls
To an eIpcctsnt shore!
soai VI 'ne Draw .he" .'a"i' 'A' N""R
And rolling drum and thrilling fife
Lead on the dark aud desperate strife.
While Gorgeous banners rise and fall
Majestic DER the soldiers pail,
And eager nations turn their eyes
Upon the Hero's sacrifice
O. it's not then, I, is not there,
With CORY blade and vcngeful air,
The grandcst wreath is thine:
'Tis when with calm. untrpmblipc breath.
The hero, smiling. faces Death
Upon the land Of brine,
And knowing not if .'er his name
Shall murmur from the harp Of Fame,
But looking from n troubled zone
To God, and to his God alone.