THE P
ATRIOT.
SIRI ITS SLL TITEL ras ETS ITI
Eloquence the soul, song charms the sense.
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BELLEFONTE, Juvy, 1823.
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DISSOLUTION OF THE HOLY ALLI
ANCE.
A DREAM.
‘Extract from « Fables of the holy alliance,” by
T. Moore.
¢ Methought upon the Neva’s flood
A beautiful ice palace stood;
A dome of frost-work, on the plan
Of that once built by empress Aone,
Which shone by moonlight, as the tale igi
Like an Aurora Borealis.
In this said palace, furnish’d all
And lighted as the best on land are
1 dreamt there was a splendid ball,
Giv’n by the emperor Alexander
To entertain with all due zeal,
Those holy gentlemen, who've shown 3
Regard so kind for Europe’s weal,
At Troppau, Laybach, and Verona.
The thought was happy, and designed
To hint how thus the human mind
May, like the stream imprisoned there
Be check’d and chill’d, ull it can bear
The heaviest kings, that ode or sonnet
E’er yet bepraiscd, to dance upon It.
And all were pleased, and cold and stately,
Shivering in grand illumination,
Admired the superstructure greatly,
“Nor gave one thought to the foundation.
Much tao the Czar himself exulted,
To all plebeian fears a stranger,
As Madame Krudener, when consulted,
Had pledged her word there was no danger
So, on he caper’, fearless quite,
Thinking himself extremely clever,
And walz’d away with ail bis might,
As if the frost would last forever.
Just fancy how a bard like me, ’
Who reverence monarchs, must haye tremb
led
To see that goodly company
At such a ticklish sport assembled.
Nor were the fears, that thus astounded
My loyal soul, at all confounded— :
For lo! ere long those walls so massy
Were seized with an ill-omen’d dripping—
And o’er the floor, now growing glassy,
Their holinesses took to slipping—
The Czar, half through a polonaise,
Could scarce get on for downright stumbling
And Prussia, though to slippery ways
So us’d, was cursedly near tumbling.
Yet stil] ’twas who could stamp the floor most,
Russia and Austria 'mongst the foremost—
And now to an Italian air,
This precious brace would hand and hand go
Now—-while our Louis from bis chair
Intreated them his toes to spare—
Call’d loudly out for a fandango.
And a fandango, faith, they had,
At which they all set to like mad
Never were kings, though small the expense
is
Of wit among their excellencies,
So out of all their princely senses.
But ah, that dance—that Spanish dance==
Scarce was tne luckiess strain begun,
When, glaring red; as “twere a glance,
Shot from an angry southern sup—
A light through all the chambers flam’d)
Astonishing old father Frost,
Who bursting into tears exclaim’d;
« A thaw by Jove—we're lost, were lost ?
Run France—a second Waterloo :
is come to drown you—Sauve qui peut.”
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A NIGHT PIECE.
From Byron's Siege of Corinth.
"Tis midnight, on the mountains brown
The cold round moon shines deeply dowa 3
Blue rolls the waters, blue the sky
Spreads like an ocean hung ou high,
Bespangled with those isles of light,
So widely, spiritually bright;
Who ever gaz’d upon them shining,
And turn’d to earth without repining,
Nor wished for wings to flee away,
And mig with their eternal ray ?
The waves on either shore lay there
Calm, clear, and azure as the air;
And scarce their foam the pebbles shoak,
But murmur’d meekly as the brook.
The winds were pillow’d on the waves ;
The banners droop’d along their Staves,
And, as they fell around thern furling,
Above them shone the crescent curling ;
And that deep silence was unbroke,
Save where the watch his signal spoke,
Save where the steed neighed oft and shrill,
And echo answered from the hill,
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From the NY. Albion,
Love once dwelt in a palmy isle,
His palace of the green leaves’ shade,
A chain of rose upon his wings, ;
Whose guardian was a dark eyed maid,
They lived in sweet companienship :
Enough for him one smile so bright ;
Evough lor her to live for him,
To watch his chain, to keep it light.
But once the Nympe lay down to sleep,
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Leaving the fragrant chin undone ;
And Love awakened while she slept,
Shook off bis fettersand was gone.
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From the Trenton Emporium,
THE CATARACT SPECTRE.
Repeated rains had swollen the Susquehanna
to an unusual height, and the power of the tide
was so great as to render the passage of it at
Burling Ford impracticable, when I reached
the ferrying place, on my way to Alesbury, one
day in March. It was already moos, and the
evening as the sun declined from the meridian’
bore many presages of a coming tempest
Yet, notwithstanding, I resolved to make an
attempt to complete my journey by pursuing
the Indian path, along the west side of the riv-
erto the upper or Alesbury Ford, where the
river could be crossed at all times. It was a
long afternoon’s ride, and now the path was
more difficult to travellers than it bad been for
years before, owing to the deep gullies which
the unusually heavy spring freshets had wash-
ed. I journeyed on, however, while the sun
lighted up the wild scenery around me, lo: got
the distance and the difficulties, in the contem-
plation of the rugged mountains apparently
piled efion each other, untii their summits ar-
rested the flying clouds, and scattered them in
showers over the deep vallies between ; of tre-
mendons rocks which covered acres, and hfted
their bald heads covered with the moss of cen
turies, above the tree (ops ; of glens which be-
wildered the unconscious traveller as he paused
suddenly over the yawning gulfs ; and of the
lecp and now boisterous river, occasional!
glances of which burst upon the view, foaming
20d rushitfg on, and breaking in upon the reign-
ng silence of those eternal hills, with its deep
oned roar.
But the sun sunk below the horizon, and left
me several miles of a broken and dreary road
to travel, and now I recollected that there used
to be a fisherman’s hut at the cataract, the dis
tant roar of which fell already heavily upon my
ear. And as to the weary and benighted trav
eller, the humblest abode is grateful, the re.
membrance of this promised refuge hastened
my exertion to reach it. Many years had
elapsed since Ralph the fisherman, erected
this bumble mansion, and carried to it one of
They
did not live happy, this I heard before I left
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the sweetest girls in all the country.
Alesbury, and I felt some anxiety to see them
once more after so long an absence. A quar:
A
bright pine light burned cheerfully in the chim-
ter of an hour brought me to the place.
neys As I threw myself from my horse, I heard
‘he noise of mirth and merriment within, and
then the thought first occurred to me, perhaps
my ancient friend is no longer the tenant of this
romantic spot.
The premonition was verified the moment I
entered. Every thing betokened that the hut
had been tenantless, for a long time, and now a
band of half a dozen buntsman, from the coun-
try below, had taken up their lodgings in it for
the night. They were, some of them, old ac-
quaintances,and as they had plenty of provis-
[ cheerfully accepted a cordial invitation to
make one of their evening party.
I found that my old acquaintance, the fisher-
man extraction, had been driven from his post
by the Spectre that haunted the cataract every
spring, and bad taken up his residence many
miles above. The story of the cataract spec
tre I remember, It was
a young lady and two gentlemen who were her
be set free, but an old chief proposed to leave
them upon the great rock in the midst of the
cataract, from whence without assistance it
would be impossible for them to escape ; thus
their lives would be spared and at the same
ion, and a good store of wholesome beverage,
man, who, unfortunately happened to be of Ger-
this—im the earliest
periods of the country the Indians attacked the
settlement and among others made prisoners of
rival lovers.—The object of the Indians was
plander, and as they were pursued they held a
council to determine upon the method of dispos-
ing of their prisoners. Some were for getting
{rid of them in the most summary manner by
the tomahawk, others thought they ought to
time they would not heé eft to return to their
friends, and give ini lligence of their numbers
road
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or their line of ret
His advice was adopted, batit proved fatal
to the victims, for that night the river rose so
high as to bury the rock, and they were cen
no more. Yet ever after throughout the first
moon in spring a grim and fearful phantom
danced beneath the dim light of midnight
along the foaming spray, and howled amid the
dashing surges. They said it was the discon,
solate spirit of the elder whom the angel lady
had rejected, and that he came thus once a
lyear to yisit the spot where he had last enjoyed
Inher sociaty.
The story was told, and while some of the
move credulous of the company shrugged up
their shoulders and shook their heads, the oth-
jers deternjined to go down along the falls, at
the hour visitation, as this was the time of
the year, [I accompanied them. The moon
was now high in the heavens ; the clouds thal
threatened {nthe evening were gone ; the winds
were hushed, and nought but the everlasting
voice of the wild billows fell upon the ear.
The scene was truly magnificent and sublime.
The fog that hovered over the face of the cat
aract, however, veiled the lover’s rock from
matters before good Squire Trost, Rat te
mischief of the affair was, that the time api
circumstance detailed by them, irresistable
proved that we were the only ghostlike beings
they saw, and that they were the spectres whicp
sad alarmed us.
the laugh, and retreated home, but some busy
bodies went to the falls to look for the HITACY~
lous appearance of the diving spectre that danc-
ed and douced in the flyod, They came back
with the distovery that it wus a Jog of drife
wood which had lodged on
a
ledge of rechs,
me end of which was forced up occasionally by
the velocity of the corrent.
It is some ve
years since this happened. The
cataract is no longer susp: cred of harbourins
ghosts or goblins, and even the Jover’s rock io
now considered a harmless thing, 1 have ofico
lamented that the least credit should be given
to these foolish spectre tales, and offer this as
the humble advice of my linle experiences
always ascertain what the object of your dread
is ; never leave it uncertain, for if you doy
though it may have been ever so harmless, you
will not convince yeursell tht you have Lecn
under z delusion.
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Mr. Cannon, it appears has within a few
our view ; and we only saw the tops of the
large hills beyond the rushing river. We wan-
dered along the banks until we found ourselves
on the border of a cluster of ancient cedafs
whose broad shadows inated in the full stream:
It was a romantic spot, and we bent our course
towards its thickest shades, where a little
stream flowed from a spring in the mountain
side to the river.
My two companions had advanced to this
I ran
terror alarmed me. towards the place
and observed that one of them had {allen to the
ground, and the other stood over him like 2
pale statue with alarm and horror pictured in
his countenance, and the canse was still in view.
Two tall figures glided rapidly up the bank,
and in a moment vanished away over the sui-
face of the river.—~While we looked after this
strange apparition, which I confess unstrung
my nerves, weak as had been my faith in super-
natural visitations, we observed in the middle of
the stream, the perfect figure of a man rising
out of the dark waves, for we were here above
the cataract, and then sinking it disappeared in
Conld this be a delusion ? our affiighted and
fallen companion recovered , and averred tha!
the flying ghost had snapped his teeth furiously
at him, when he~first discovered him ; and that
he absolutely rose out of the rivulet upon whose
banks we stood.
This was enough; we hurried back to the
abin ; loaded all the rifles; took a double
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to keep a sharp look out
\with no little anxiety for the approach of day.
|The dogs, however, scemed sadly disquieted
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(and finally utterly abandoned their posts; and
charge of fourth proof brandy, and bid the dogs
while we watched
could not be driven from our sides, where they
crouched trembling with fear. A short coun:
sel was held and without a dissenting voice
we agreed that prudence dictated a promp
retreat to the Borline Ford. The resolution
was no sooner passed than it was put in execu.
tion, and in one hour and three quarters we
had travelled over thirteen mmles of bad road
and knocked up the landlord of the western
ferry house, who was entertained with a notable
account of our adventure, and who was not less
alarmed at its Import than ourselves.
Next day I pursued my way to Alesbory,
having succeeded in crossing the river, the
‘tale of the re-appearance of the cataract spec-
tre or spectres, as it was now ascertained thar
there was two of them, spread abroad in. the
country far and wide. Our names were quoted
as a notable authority, and some of our com
panions had already made oath to all the facts
When upon my arrival at home, I bad the sat-
isfaction to find that some of my worthy neigh
bours, who had also been down the river on 2
hunt, had reached the village before day, and
were employed in making oaths to the
secluded spot, when a sudden exclamation of
a moment ; again and again, this was repeated.
days, united a Mr. Gun to a Miss Zistol ; and
the wits ol tie district have seized hold of the
match to fire off a fer de
0CCusion.
Jute ot epigrrams on the
We have uo great amiiion ta join
out frame to the rail of aseu de mor. hut we cons
ing tothe ¢ g mot. hut Je 2
not help obse ving tha. the Gun did pnt take
peSICSIon. of the Piszol uml alter half an
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tour’s Cennonade. Some wags sem to antici
pae a progeny of Blunderbusses brom this nnians:
we rather calculate an additi ar dock
WE I ob ain addition to our stoc
ob little Guns. he
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Fie following are fiom the Intellegencer =
On the late marriage of Miss Pistol to Mr. Gua
by My. Ciunon,
It is to be hoped that the late union of Miss
Pistol to Mr. Gun as performed by the Rev,
Pish i:
Me. Cannon, may not produce a blunderbugs.
Could Ovid dreain the tike of this
In all his meiamorphoses ?
It made me think of Paddy’s fun,
To learn Miss Pistol’s made a Gun,
But that which made me laugh the rather
A Cannon was her Reverend Father !
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On a late Marriage.
It is to be hoped that the union of Guan and
distol, 8s celibiated at the Cannon's mouth,
may produce a Columbiadyvather than a Dlun-
derbuss.
Mesers Editors := It 13 much to be feared
that Duelling will hereailer become a very
dangerous business, if onr ttle pistols are (0
he converted into great (uns, as announced 1a
your paper of yesterday.
On the Marriage of Mr. Gon to Miss Pistols
bv the instrumentality of the Rev. Mr. Cans
non.
To join (Gum to a Pistol was easily done
Since a Pistol is novicht but a neat httie Gun,
The name of the priest being purely Ironic,
Proves the vite was performed in a manner (une
noni.
A wedding so martial, ere this jooked no man
on,
Where emploved were a Pistol a Gu
Cannon !
The Bride’s name 16 some persons would cause
great alarms,
For a Pistol no Dandy wopld take to his arms,
May this worthy pair share the best smiles of
Heaven,
And young Song-of-guns be to them often give
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BURKE
Burke had once risen in the house of com=
mons, with some papers fh Lis hand on the
subj ct of which he intended to make as mo-
‘ion, when a rough hewn member rudely start-
¢d vp and said—¢ Mr. Speaker, I lLepe the
honourable gentleman does not mean to read
that Ja“ge hun le of papers. and bore us with a%
tong <pecech into the bargain.” Burke was so
swollen, or rather so nearly suffocated with
rage, as tobe incapable of utterance
lutely ran ont of the honse. (George Selwyn
remarked it was thé only time he had ever seen
« A lion putto flightby the
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ang ahstie
the fable realized ;
braying of an Ass.”
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A person speaking of another who his
of his intemperance, Sai
A Frenchma
having occasion to relate the fact, and ial
preserve the same phrasenioey, said 6 u
'hurot him wrong side outwards”
Jor Miller’s works.
in consequence
burnt his insrdes out with rom.”
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Lord H adaicted to the
bott'e, previous to 2
Laracter be ought toappeat
, who was mucl
ssnuerade pight, inquired
of Foote what new c
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bose you go sober, wy 107d
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