New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1858-10-12

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This he sad with smile Tia; danced in his eyes as
the suIbeans
Dance on the waves Of the sea- and vanish again in
Alden laughed as he wrote and still tie Captain con-
unued:
" Look you can seen from this window my brazen
howiiZer planted
High on tie roof of the church. preacher who speaks
70 the purpose,
Steady straigLtoswaIj and strong, with irresistible
logic
Orthodox. flashing conviction right into tie hea. Of
tie keatLen.
Now we are ready I think for any assault Of the
Indians;
Let them come, if they Ike and the they Try
the better
Let them come If they Ike be it sycamore, sachem or
pow-vow,
Aspinet samc.et, COrbiiant, squantO, or Tokama.
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In The midst Of these warlike thoughts, Miles
remembers the new-made grave of his beloved
Rose. who was the first TO die Of all who came in
the May Flower. The sense of his lonely state,
beref Of the beautiful rose of love, that blo0med
or him by the way.side, leads him TO look for con-
ISOLATION.
Fixed to the opposite wall was shelf Of books AID
among them
Prominent three, distinguished alike for bulk AMI for
Barife's Artillery Guide, and the Commentaries of
Out of the Latin translated by Arthur Goldinge Of
London.
And. az ii guarded by these, between them was
standing the Bible.
Musng moment before them, Miles Staniish paused
as if doubtful
Which of the three he should choose for his conso
laiion and comfort,
Whether the wars of the Hebrews, the famous cam
paigns of the Romans,
Or the Artillery practice, designed for bellgerent
Christians.
Finally down from its shelf he dragged the ponderous
Seated himself at the window, and opened the book
and in silence
Turned 0 er the we-worn leaves, where thumb-marks
Like the frampIe Of feet proclaimed the battle was
hottt st.
Nothing was heard in the room but the hurryng pen
of the stripping,
Busily writing epistles important, TO 60 by the May
Flower,
Ready to sail on the morrow, next day at latest,
God wiling
Homeward bound With the tidings of all that terrible
Winter,
Letters written by Alden, and full of the name Of
Priscilla
Full Of the name and the fame of the Puritan maiden
Priscilla
Miles soon makes up bis mind to sue for the love
of the fair Priscilla, and after much expostulaon
on the part OF John Alden, persuades HIM to under
take the wooing on his behalf
So the strong will prevailed and Alden went on his
euaud,
Out Of the street Of the village, and into the paths Of
Into the Tranquil woods where bue-brds and robins
were building
Towns in the populous trees with hanging gardens Of
Peaceful aerial cities ofjoy and affection and freedom.
John pursues on his errand with slow steps and
heavy heart.
So through tie Plymouth woods John Alden went
on lis erand
Crossing the brook at the ford, where it brawed
pebble and shallow,
Gathering still, ar he went, the May.howers bloom
ing around hun,
Fragrant. filling the air with strange and wonderful
Children lost in the woods and covered with leaves
in their slumber.
Puritan flowers" he said and the type of Puritan
Mad4.. 80 -.-.r'- a-a s"oO,, 'ha very tyne of
So win take them To her; to Priscilla the Mayaower
of Plymouth,
Modest aud simple and sweet, as parting gift will
take them;
Breathing their silent farewells as they fade and
wither and perish,
Soon 10 be thrown away il the heart Of the gyer'
So through tie Plymouth woods John Alden went on
Came TO an open space and the disk of the ocean
Saless sombre and cold with the comiOrtless breath
Saw the new.but house, and people at work in
meadow;
Heard be drew near the door, the musical voice OF
Singing tie Hundredth Psalm, the grand old Puritan
anthem
Music that Luther sang to the sacred words OF Tue
PsGlml-t,
Full Of tie breath Of the Lord cousolng and comfort
Then. as he opened the door, he beheld the form of
the maiden $50
seoted beside her wheel, aud the carled wool Ike
snow-drit
Piled al her knee her wte hahds ieedhg the raven
Willie with her foot on the treadle she guided the
wheel IN its motion.
Open wide her lap lay the wel-worn psaln-book OF
Ain swOrth
Printed in Amsterdam, the words and the music to-
Roughhcwn, angular notes, Ike stones in the val Of
a churchyard,
Darkened and oyerhung by the running vine Of the
verses.
such was the book from whose pages she sang the old
Puritan anthem,
She tie Puritan girl in the solitude of the forest,
Making tie humble house and the modest apparel Of
Beautiful with er beauty, and rich with the wealth of
her being
Over him rushed, Ike wind that is keen and cod
and relentless,
Thoughts OF what might have beer, and the weight
and woe Of his errand
Al the dreams that had faded ard all the hopes that
had vanished,
All his life heucetorth dreary and tenaness mansion
Haunted by vain regrets, and pald, sorro"fa tdces'
Still he said to himself and almost fereey he saii It,
Let not him that putteth his hand to the Plow look
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Though the powshere cut through the flowers OF LIE
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Though /. pass DER the graves Of the dead and the
hearths Of the living,
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