American Lancaster gazette. [volume] (Lancaster, Ohio) 1855-1860, 1859-08-04

the hushed dwellings, beneath. These
brilliant peaks and sunless depths, present
a contrast OF the most enhancing msgniE- 4
cence. There is beauty, and refulgent
splendor above; but below. broods the in.
oteasing gloom. through which the distant
objects are family visible,
AT this hour, we stood aud gazsd from
the height upon the plain, where once the
naughty chief and happy tribe mingled
joyfully in the promiscuous ports. We
hear again the mirthfuI voice OF the brook
and the soft whispering OF the breeze. We
behold the favorite grove, through which
the youthful maiden stfayed; the silv'ry
stream upon whose serene bosom she sail
ed. Fancy returns the slumbering hosts
to the spot where once they blej. The
departed Indian is called back TO this green
arena, and his actions groop around him,
in all the brightness of their original ap-
lpearance. The ancient hunter is brought
from the couch OF corruption. TO roam a.
gain through the dark expansive forests
The sage, and hero. stand before US. in
all the majesty Of their once undecayed
strength. Quenched existence is kindled,
and CLEANS through the shtoud in pslpa-
bic reality. Every object is revived and
expanded into life. But gaze agsin--is it
what we have seen before? 1t is chang
ed and lifeless picture. The Joyous burst
of festive hearts is no longer borne upon
the breeze; the bark canoe glides no more
upon the crystal waters. The feeble pa
triarch, the proud matron, the gay, have
shrunk from light and life. The warrior.
the hunter, the romantic lover, have re-
turned to the silent tomb; and no hum Of
life again disturbs the quiet OF this now
gloomy and mournful scene. But gaze
again-this representation of Joy and sad
ness is all an illusion--a mere phantom -
The floating vision is gone, and we behold
the reality. The moonlit arbor is vanish
, ed, and the vast unbroken line Of forests
, wave no more their luxuriant boughs.--
, The ruthless hands of reentness white men
have hewn down the sturdy oak, and made
bare the peerless hills. The towering elms
like the poor despised Indians, have fall
! en-; the sovereign tribes are blotted from
: the soil where once they reigned. Every
: relic of their ,magni6cence has perished,
6 and naught but the murmuring waves. and
: ripping rills, are lett to mourn their de-
J.. parted glory. The miserable remnant ot
an ancient nation is bauished from the
graves Of its fathers, to die amid the gloon
g Of a distant wilderness. Beyond the ives
!, tern hills, their feeble cry is family heard
Q In the dark sequesterad shades, the strick
Q en- monarchs Of the forest are witherinI
i away. Slowly and sadly they are shrink
n ing before the fierce and mighty tide, whiol
); has swept away untold millions from ex
g istence; and soon the last wave shall roll
J. through which tho remaining few viii
8, siuk forever. Soon the dismal Wilds shal
D. contain the last grave Of the red man, ant
II every vesige Of a ruined nation will per
Of ish in oblivion. The mother, with he
clinging infant at her breast. and shriekin
is daughters at her side, shall be driven int
" bloody grave. Youth and beauty, ma
Mt ternal tenderness. and infant sweetness
n. will not be spared by the conqueror's stee
- The dark and fearful tide iof ruin an
in death, moves on with slow but inevitabl
I'd tread, anu e'er long. the vast and ferti
he plains, shall become the gloomy sepulohe
Of Of ruined people 1.-The Go!gotha OF groar
nt and blool. Soon the humble mounds, an
ng tall ascending woods, shall be levele
be down, that growing hamiets, aud gather
n ing crowds. may expand the boundle,
Of wilds.
ne Already the once happy home Of II
We forest king, is teeming with the rich an
in smiling labors Of another race. Alread
sic the purling streams, and winding brook
h. give music 10 other ears. Tho verdal
hills. aud shadowy glens. are echoing
on the sound ofother voices. The wales an
i'd plains no more resound with the lwhoop
f. the fearless hunter. The ancient warrit
be is gone to re-appear no more: but Il
ng wave which bore his bounding boat st
ng sparkles on the strand. The same su
lal whiehsgleamed upon his waving mansion
ith now gildS bis grave. @ 2
r. The once thronging and happy popul
m ton are slumbering beneath the spreadir
en village and epulent cities; and the lar
in where once they roausd--iheir childhood
lty bome--is now the seat Of refinement an
me gayetf. We pause to gaze in sadness d
i've this gloomy picture, which desolaton. AT
ne ruin have made; and beholda scene ov
up. which angels might w,nder and weep
lis. Wealth and grandeur have reared the