8 PATRION, ld “ Floguence the soul, song charms the sense.” { 2 o @ pe dR BELLEFONTE, Jury, 1824. A 8 ¥OR THE BELLEFONTE PATRIUT. ; A HYMN. My God permit a worm thy grace to claim, A helpless worm that holds bis all from thee, Whose hopes all centre in thy peerless name, For blessings here, and for eternity. May no unhallow’d wish invade this heart, Or aught unholy find admission here ; Bid passion cease, bid every sin depart, And may I serve thee with a filial fear. In all my wand’rings through this world of woe, Be thou my guide, my counsellor and friend ; In virtue’s ways still onward may 1 go, And reach the joys of glory mn the end. *Tis thy blest presence that creates my bliss, Possess’d of thee what can I want beside; ‘Fhe joys of earth how mcan compar’d with this, To dwell securely in thy wounded side. / May all my powers with sacred ardour rise, And with creasing efforts tend to thee; Nor ever weary till I gain the prize, And jon the chorus of eternity. Ob Yye blest scenes of permanent delight, Where angels sing and pilgrims swell the choir ; With prospect high ye fill my ravish’d sight, And gil my soul with sacred transports fire. ‘On those blest shores where saints immortal reign, Where beams the radiance of eternal day ; Where tears haye ceas’d, where sorrows never : pain, : To Christ my King I'll endless homage pay. ene 5 + ON —r FROM THE AMERICAN SENTINEL, NATIONAL PROSPERITY. From a world of woods and wild, Dark beneath the western skies, How Columbia’s glory smiles ! See her towns and hamlets rise ! From a wilderness of shade, Cultivated fields appear ; In delightful charms array’d, Cheering every cottage near, Agriculture clothes the ground With luxuriant attire ; Scatters wealth and plenty round, Makes the landscape bright and fair, Commerce roils in ev’ry breeze, Yabrics glitter bright and gay ; Where the land was dark with trees, Crowded marts their wealth display, Arts extend their blissful aid, As unnumbered structures rise, And the cities newly made Lift their mansions to the skies. Science beams with light sublime, Throws its lustre round the land, Cheering all within our chime, By her kind and fostering hands: Where the sun with golden rays, Beam’d upon the desert seas ; And the undulating wave, Lonely rippled ia the breeze. Now upon the liquid plain, Thronging ships and crafts abound ; Cheering all our wide domain, Spreading wealth and plenty round. Whare ner Inndocapes W1IQ anu wWiao, Lofiy mountains crawn’d with woods, Loom majestic from the tide, Lift their summits to the clouds : There shall future vineyards grow, There shall future bamlets rise ; Orchards grace the mountain’s brow, Breathe their fragrance to the skies. Millions from ascending day, Journeying tow’rds the setting sun ; In Columbia’s bosom gay, Find a happy peaceful home. EAT TIER TS Ye celebrated freebooter Fitz P rn isnt on atr such an annoyance, to the whigs during the; memorable struggle for Liberty and Indepen-i dence. As that statement 1s essentially incor- rect, I beg you will do me the favor to publish) the following faithful statement of that interest-| ing occurrence, A Friend of Truth. June 12, 1324. On Sunday the 22d August 1778, about 5 P. M. Fitz Patrick or Fitch, as he was generally called, came to the house of Mr. Wm. M'Fee, situated near Crum Creek, and pot far from where the Strasburg road runs, about 10 mies from Chester. Mr. and Mis. M'Fee and their son Robert were seated at the tea table, their daughter Jave being absent on a visit 10 a sick] neighbor. Robert observed a man approaching the house, being mounted and armed witha rifle, a pair of pistols and a sword, and suppos. ed him to be a soldier from the American Camp he dismounted, came to the door and asked if Mr. Wm. M:Fee lived there, he was answered in the affiimative, he then walked in and ad- dressed himself to Robert saying ¢ and you are Capt. Robert M¢Fee 2” he replied « I am Rob ert McFee.” «1am Capt Fiz Patrick,” said Fitch, « Sir, said Capt. M