黄蜂的复仇

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致考尔德河岸

你们这些苍白的岩石,你们这些树木繁茂的悬崖,
笨重地,突出在喧闹的小溪上;
你们这些阴沉的峭壁,蝰蛇就藏在那里,
猫头鹰在那里睡觉,黑鸦在那里尖叫;

你们这些可敬的树干,张开你们多叶的手臂,
为了遮蔽黑暗,黑暗在下面栖息;
你们这些无名的花朵,你们这些忙碌的翅膀;
你们这些鸣叫的鸟儿,你们这些流淌的溪流。——

说吧,你们这些孤独与和平的幸福场景,
有没有一个吟游诗人在这隐居的海岸上徘徊?
他的笔是否描绘过你的完美?
或者他的缪斯是否曾歌唱过你的美丽?

常常在清晨和寂静的夜晚,
回声在树林间悄悄回荡;
轻轻地落在波光粼粼的波浪旁,
牧羊人唱着歌,他的歌声悦耳动听?

唉!我觉得周围的岩石都在哭泣,
远处有一条孤独的小溪潺潺流淌,
树木和洞穴发出庄严而空洞的声音,
发出一声悲伤而忧郁的声音——“不。”

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黄蜂的复仇:寓言

在一片鸣叫的、繁花盛开的树林旁,1.
沉思或爱引领她;
孤独,在夏日正午的阳光下,3.
年轻美丽的珍妮躺着晒太阳。
她的脸颊比玫瑰花更艳丽,
她的嘴唇散发着樱桃般的气息和香气,
穿着宽松的丝绸服装,
她的美丽展现了她所有的魅力。8.

就这样,她度过了闷热的时光,9.
在福玻斯的光芒下,
昏昏欲睡的莫菲斯悄悄地爬了过去,11.
在她还没反应过来之前,她就睡着了。

一只四处游荡的黄蜂,活泼、华丽的乡绅,13.
被空气的芬芳所吸引,
欣喜若狂地在她嘴唇上飞舞,15.
他想啜饮玫瑰花蕾的露珠,
轻轻地栖息着——啊!他得到了多大的幸福啊!

黄蜂从来没有吮吸过如此甜美的露珠。
他高兴地把小袋子收起来,
探索每一条闪闪发光的小溪:20。

但是,残酷的命运!醒来的少女,
毫不知情地,不幸地折断了他的头
致命的撞击——“报仇”,他喊道,
然后深深地刺痛,颤抖着死去。

她惊慌失措,跳了起来,25。
抖动着她的长袍——但是,啊!伤口,
根深蒂固,疼痛难忍,
刺痛刺痛着她的心。

她颤抖着——哭泣——但哭泣是徒劳的;
她的嘴唇大张着——极度痛苦;30。
直到毒液刺痛了她的下巴,
她脸上挂着一个闪闪发光的怪物。

那时,快乐、美丽的琼不再
不适合说话,她尖叫着,撕扯着
她飘动的衣服,心里发誓,
只要她的嘴唇能恢复,
就不会在任何一个不经意的时刻看到她倒下,37。
在阳光下,或在阴影下,她都显得不光彩。

你们这些慌乱的花花公子,还有每一个浪子,39。
在周围阅读或列出清单的人,
以这只黄蜂的命运为例,41。
不要在未知的土地上滞留,
否则你们会来得太晚,
张大嘴巴,咆哮,
咒骂你们痛苦而憔悴的命运,
当你们再也无法刺痛的时候。

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教堂院子里的思绪

他安息于世间,尘归尘,唱响她最崇高的歌。
又年轻了,悲伤啊!柔和的力量又回来了1。
我深思地从这块刻着字的石头上向你求爱;
你来了!来观看这凄凉的场景3。
可怕的死亡在那里安放了他可怕的宝座。

周围的景色多么孤独,多么庄严?5。
我看到远处,哦!令人分心的景象!
我看到坟​​墓——简陋的草丘,7。
他现在躺在那里,曾经是我灵魂的全部欢乐!

一个更慷慨、更仁慈的年轻人,9。
一个更可爱的朋友,或一颗更勇敢的心;
从未从永恒的心灵中呼吸过任何生命,11。
也没有牺牲者落入残酷的坟墓。

但你们这些泪水,请停止,不要这样不停地流淌,13。
这些骚动仍在继续,哦!你这颗流血的心;
我想他的阴影在轻声低语,“等待打击,15。
我们很快就会见面,再也不会分开。”

这里矗立着艺术家的坟墓,辉煌壮丽,17。
艺术所能给予的一切辉煌;
但时间会把柱状穹顶视为灰白,19。
它的骄傲会永存吗?

不——尽管大理石似乎开始有了生命,21。
虽然这座建筑像岩石一样坚固,但它抬起了头,
时间的下巴会结束这场大胆的斗争,23。
把它和那些不光彩的死者放在一起。

你们这些孤独的堆,你们这些骨头,你们这些可怕的桨,说,25。
我必须冰冷地、毫无生气地躺在尘土中吗?
这可怜的头颅必须被腐烂的泥土包裹吗?27
像你一样怒目而视吗?——你低声回答——“必须的。”

那么你那转瞬即逝的欢乐又有什么用呢,时间啊!29。
当这些真理是确定的时候,你的幸福却不确定;
愿这些场景教会我蔑视这种气候,31。
寻求那种幸福,那些将持久的欢乐。

这些都是你的战利品,你这个可怕的君主,死亡!33。
你冷酷地高高地耸立在低矮的火车上;
每一块雕刻的石头,每一朵可怜的、低矮的草花环,35。
你的眼睛就像你可怕名声的战利品。

但是要知道,骄傲的领主,你的统治将有一个结束,37。虽然现在世上没有任何东西可以抵挡它的力量;
然而,你却要倒在更强大的手下,39。
交出你的武器和你的瘦马。

在那可怕的日子,当从咆哮的云层中,41。
号角的响亮声音将震动惊恐的大地,
当这些人和数以百万计的人从他们的裹尸布中挣扎出来,43。
将醒来,陷入痛苦或无尽的欢乐:

当时间停止流逝,45。
地球和星星在无尽的毁灭中沉没;
然后天堂的至高之王,用一次胜利的打击,47。
将把你从存在的边缘一头撞倒。

但是,看!悲伤的夜晚展开了她黑色的面纱,49。
寒冷的微风凄凉地吹过草坪;
就这一次,再见;你们这些沉默的人群,再见吧,51。
也许明天黎明前我会和你们团聚。
常常让我徘徊在这些孤独的俘虏安息的地方,53。
悲伤而深思,越过深深的坟墓弯道;
这就是那个地方,真理叹息着告诉我们,55。
我们所有的悲伤或歌声都在这里结束。



亚历山大·威尔逊
生于 1766 年 7 月 6 日
苏格兰佩斯利
逝于 1813 年 8 月 23 日(47 岁)
美国宾夕法尼亚州费城
国籍 苏格兰裔美国人
科学事业
专业 博物学家

本人签名


亚历山大·威尔逊(Alexander Wilson,1766 年 7 月 6 日 - 1813 年 8 月 23 日)是一位苏格兰裔美国诗人、鸟类学家、博物学家和插画家。乔治·奥德将威尔逊称为“美国鸟类学之父”,他被认为是奥杜邦之前最伟大的美国鸟类学家。

传记
早年生活
威尔逊于 1766 年 7 月 6 日出生于苏格兰佩斯利的一个长老会家庭。老亚历山大(“桑德斯”)放弃了走私,开​​始从事编织工作,他做得很好,并通过酿酒来补充收入。美国革命造成了经济困难,威尔逊的母亲玛丽·麦克纳布去世后,他的父亲再婚并搬到了奥钦巴西。威尔逊受过一点教育,但花时间放牧牲畜,十三岁时,他跟随他的姐夫威廉·邓肯当学徒。他还做了四年的熟练工,在空闲时间打松鸡,在苏格兰各地兜售商品。

诗歌与移民
在佩斯利做织工时,威尔逊对诗歌产生了浓厚的兴趣。他受到了罗伯特·彭斯的方言诗的启发,后者只比他大七岁。他和佩斯利诗人埃比尼泽·皮肯是密友。

除了民谣和田园诗,威尔逊还写了讽刺评论,评论了工厂织工的状况。1792 年,他写了一首名为《瓦蒂和梅格:改过自新的妻子》的诗,描写了一对醉汉和他的妻子,这首诗很受欢迎。他创作了一首讽刺诗《鲨鱼,或朗磨坊被发现》,其中对一位名叫威廉·夏普的磨坊主进行了严厉的个人陈述,导致他被控诽谤。然后他开始勒索夏普,这导致威尔逊被捕。据说他的作品具有煽动性、反英性和诽谤性,他经常惹上麻烦。由于威尔逊很少花时间从事织布行业,他的生活很贫困。1794 年,他决定移民美国。

从教学到鸟类学

19 世纪的迈尔斯敦学校
1794 年 5 月,27 岁的威尔逊带着侄子离开苏格兰,来到特拉华州。他步行到费城,在那里尝试从事印刷和编织工作。费城地区的织工机会很少,威尔逊转而从事教学工作。

1796 年至 1801 年,威尔逊在布里斯托尔镇(现费城东橡树巷社区)的迈尔斯敦学校任教五年。 1801 年,他与一名已婚妇女的丑闻迫使他离开。然后,他前往新泽西州短暂任教。

最终,威尔逊在宾夕法尼亚州格雷渡口找到了一份工作,并在附近的金塞辛居住。在那里,他遇到了著名的博物学家威廉·巴特拉姆,后者鼓励了威尔逊对鸟类学和绘画的兴趣。

威尔逊决心出版一本北美所有鸟类的插图集,他四处游历,收集和绘画。他还获得了订阅者来资助他的作品,即九卷本的《美国鸟类学》(1808-1814 年)。书中描绘的 268 种鸟类中,有 26 种之前从未被描述过。他描绘的鸟类姿势的插图启发了詹姆斯·奥杜邦和其他插图画家和博物学家。

1813 年,威尔逊当选为美国哲学学会会员。


威尔逊 (Wilson) 绘制的克拉克胡桃夹子鸟插图


死亡
佩斯利修道院的威尔逊雕像


亚历山大·威尔逊 (1766-1813) 的墓地位于美国宾夕法尼亚州费城格洛里亚·戴 (老瑞典人) 公墓 (2022 年 12 月 17 日)。
据一份报告称,威尔逊于 1813 年 8 月 23 日“死于痢疾、劳累过度和长期贫困”。他被埋葬在费城格洛里亚·戴 (老瑞典人) 教堂的墓地里。[9]《美国鸟类学》的最后两卷由威尔逊的朋友和赞助人乔治·奥德完成,他是威尔逊遗产的执行人。

一幅名为“瑞典路德教会”的图画描绘了一位年迈的男子在威尔逊墓前哀悼的场景[11],由托马斯·苏利(Thomas Sully,1783-1872 年)绘制,1828 年由西法斯·G·查尔兹(Cephas G. Childs)和 B. 罗杰斯(B. Rogers)分别雕刻和印刷,并发表在风景画集《费城风景》(Views of Philadelphia,1827-1830 年)中。

遗产
在佩斯利,威尔逊的雕像竖立在佩斯利修道院的场地上。卡特河岸边的哈米尔斯急流和瀑布附近有一座纪念碑,纪念威尔逊与这座城市的联系。纪念碑上刻着“记住亚历山大·威尔逊 1766-1813 年。这里是他童年的游乐场。”

一种鸣禽属 Wilsononia(现已过时)由查尔斯·吕西安·波拿巴(Charles Lucien Bonaparte)以威尔逊的名字命名。有几种鸟类也以威尔逊的名字命名,包括威尔逊海燕、威尔逊鸻、威尔逊瓣蹼鹬、威尔逊鹬和威尔逊莺。2023 年,美国鸟类学会决定将威尔逊莺和威尔逊鹬重新命名为威尔逊莺。

根据一篇关于他生平的文章,威尔逊与詹姆斯·奥杜邦的会面“可能启发了奥杜邦出版自己的鸟类书籍,他也影响了许多后来的艺术家和鸟类学家”。

《威尔逊鸟类学杂志》和威尔逊鸟类学会也以他的名字命名。






画廊
American Ornithology, Vol. 1, Plate 1
美国鸟类学,第 1 卷,第 1 幅

Illustration from American Ornithology
美国鸟类学插图

Wilson's plover (Charadrius wilsonia)
威尔逊鸻 (Charadrius wilsonia)

Replacement headstone at Wilson's grave in Philadelphia
费城威尔逊墓地的替换墓碑

Memorial in Paisley near the River Cart
佩斯利卡特河附近的纪念碑

已出版作品
威尔逊,亚历山大。无日期。英国的眼泪。一首诗。OCLC:166684875。
威尔逊,亚历山大。1808–1814。美国鸟类学;或美国鸟类的自然史:插图,配以从大自然中获取的原始图画雕刻和着色的图版。
威尔逊,亚历山大。 1800 年。亚历山大·威尔逊先生所写作品列表,现存于费城。[苏格兰佩斯利]:安德鲁·杨印刷。标题开头:佩斯利存储库。编号 VIII。可能来自 NSTC 的十年版。“美国蓝鸟 [A. 威尔逊,诗体]”:第 2-3 页;“巴尔的摩鸟 [A. 威尔逊,诗体部分]”:第 4 页。
威尔逊,亚历山大。1800 年。瓦蒂和梅格:或妻子被重新认领,连同:哈比·桑普森和他的妻子或,一种新的唤起风的方式:唐纳德和他的狗:西金特拉织布工变成禁酒主义者:丢失了包裹:约翰·塔姆森的马车:把它从嘴里拿出来。苏格兰佩斯利:W. 威尔逊。

威尔逊,亚历山大。 1800 年。《拉布和林根:瓦蒂和梅格的作者在爱丁堡万神殿讲述的故事;其中还添加了《两只猫和奶酪的故事》。格拉斯哥:布拉什和里德。
威尔逊,亚历山大。1801 年。1801 年 3 月 4 日星期三,在宾夕法尼亚州迈尔斯敦向一大群公民发表关于国家自由的力量和价值的演说。费城:H. Maxwell 印刷。重印于早期美国印记。第二系列;编号 1668。
威尔逊,亚历山大。论文,1806-1813 年。费城:美国哲学学会。本材料与亚历山大·B·格罗萨特的威尔逊传记有关。有笔记和信件和文件的副本,包括威尔逊遗嘱的副本。有一首威尔逊的诗《最后的愿望》,以及 1806 年写给威廉·巴特拉姆的一封信。
威尔逊,亚历山大。1814 年。《森林人:一首描述 1804 年秋天步行游览尼亚加拉瀑布的诗》。宾夕法尼亚州纽敦:S. Siegfried & J. Wilson。还于 1809/1810 年在《The Port Folio》杂志上发表。



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The Foresters: A Poem,
Des**tive of a Pedestrian Journey to the Falls of Niagara
in the Autumn of 1803*

SONS of the city! ye whom crowds and noise*1.
Bereave of peace and Nature’s rural joys,
And ye who love through woods and wilds to range,3.
Who see new charms in each successive change;
Come roam with me Columbia’s forests through,
Where scenes sublime shall meet your wandering view:
Deep shades magnificent, immensely spread;
Lakes, sky-encircled, vast as ocean’s bed;8.
Lone hermit streams that wind through savage woods;
Enormous cataracts swoln with thund’ring floods;
The settler’s* farm with blazing fires o’erspread;
The hunter’s cabin and the Indian’s shed;
The log-built hamlet, deep in wilds embraced;13.
The awful silence of th’ unpeopled waste:
These are the scenes the Muse shall now explore,
Scenes new to song, and paths untrod before.
To Europe’s shores renowned in deathless song,
Must all the honours of the bard belong?18.
And rural Poetry’s enchanting strain
Be only heard beyond th’ Atlantic main?
What though profuse in many a patriot’s praise,
We boast a Barlow’s soul-exalting lays;
An Humphreys, blessed with Homer’s nervous glow;23.
And Freedom’s friend and champion in Freneau;*
Yet Nature‘s charms that bloom so lovely here,
Unhailed arrive, unheeded disappear;
While bare bleak heaths and brooks of half a mile
Can rouse the thousand bards of Britain’s isle.28.
There scarce a stream creeps down its narrow bed,
There scarce a hillock lifts its little head,
Or humble hamlet peeps their glades among
But lives and murmurs in immortal song.
Our western world, with all its matchless floods,33.
Our vast transparent lakes and boundless woods,
Stamped with the traits of majesty sublime,
Unhonoured weep the silent lapse of time,
Spread their wild grandeur to th’ unconscious sky,
In sweetest seasons pass unheeded by;38.
While scarce one Muse returns the songs they gave;
Or seeks to snatch their glories from the grave.

The sultry heats of summer’s sun were o’er,41.
And ruddy orchards poured their ripened store;
Stripped of their leaves the cherry av’nues stood,43.
While sage October ting’d the yellow wood,
Bestrewed with leaves and nuts the woodland path,
And roused the Katydid* in chattering wrath;
The corn stood topped, there punkins strewed the ground,
And driving clouds of blackbirds wheeled around,48.
Far to the south our warblers had withdrawn;
Slow sailed the thistle-down along the lawn;
High on the hedge-rows, pendant over head,
Th’ embow’ring vines their purple clusters spread.
The buckwheat flails reechoed from the hill,53.
The creaking cider-press was busier still;
Red through the smoky air the wading sun
Sunk into fog ere half the day was done;
The air was mild, the roads embrown’d and dry,
Soft, meek-eyed Indian summer* ruled the sky.58.
Such was the season when equipt we stood
On the green banks of Schuylkill’s winding flood,
Bound on a tour wide northern forests through,
And bade our parting friends a short adieu;
Three cheerful partners, Duncan was the guide,63.
Young, gay, and active, to the forest tried;
A stick and knapsack all his little store,
With these, whole regions Duncan could explore,
Could trace the path to other eyes unseen,
Tell where the panther, deer, or bear had been,68.
The long dull day through swamp and forest roam,
Strike up his fire and find himself at home;
Untie his wallet, taste his frugal store,
And under shelbury bark profoundly snore,
And, soon as morning cheered the forest scene,73.
Resume his knapsack and his path again.
Next Leech advanced, with youthful sails unfurled,
Fresh on his maiden cruise to see the world;
Red o’er his cheek the glow of health was spread,
An oilskin covering glittering round his head;78.
His light fusil across his shoulder thrown,
His neat-slung knapsack full and glistening shone;
Though unknown regions wide before him lay,
He scorned all fear while Wilson shared the way.
He next appeared, with glittering arms supplied,83.
A double gun, a deadly dirk beside,
A knapsack, crammed by Friendship’s generous care,
With cakes and cordials, drams, and dainty fare;
Flasks filled with powder, leathern belts with shot,
Clothes, colours, paper, pencils—and what not.88.
With hope elate, and ardour in his eye,
He viewed the varying scenes approaching nigh,
Prepared and watchful (heedless of repose)
To catch the living manners as they rose;
Th’ exploits, fatigues, and wonders to rehearse,93.
In no inglorious or enfeebled verse;
Nor scene nor character to bring to view
Save what fair Truth from living Nature drew.
Thus each equipt beneath his separate load,
We, fellow-pilgrims, gayly took the road;98.
A road immense; yet promised joys so dear,
That toils, and doubts, and dangers, disappear.
Behind us soon the lessening city flies,
New vallies sink and other hills arise,
Till through old Germantown we lightly trod,103.
That skirts for three long miles the narrow road;
And rising Chesnut-Hill around surveyed,
Wide woods below in vast extent displayed.
Studded with glitt’ring farms; the distant view
Died into mingling clouds and mountains blue;108.
The road was good, the passing scenery gay,
Mile after mile passed unperceived away,
Till in the west the day began to close,
And Spring-house tavern furnished us repose.
Here two long rows of market folks were seen,113.
Ranged front to front, the table placed between,
Where bags of meat and bones, and crusts of bread,
And hunks of bacon all around were spread;
One pint of beer from lip to lip went round,
And scarce a crumb the hungry house-dog found;118.
Torrents of Dutch from every quarter came,
Pigs, calves, and saur-craut the important theme;
While we, on future plans revolving deep,
Discharged our bill, and straight retired to sleep.
The morning star shone early on our bed,123.
Again our march the vigorous Duncan led,
The vault of heaven with constellations hung,
Their myriads twinkling as he cheerly sung,
Beguiling the lone hours. Thus half the day,
O’er hill and dale our stretching journey lay,128.
Through fertile Bucks,* where lofty barns abound,
For wheat, fair Quakers, eggs, and fruit renowned;
Full fields, snug tenements, and fences neat,
Wide-spreading walnuts drooping o’er each gate;
The spring-house peeping from enclustering trees,133.
Gay gardens filled with herbs, and roots and bees,
Where quinces, pears, and clustering grapes were seen,
With pond’rous calabashes hung between;
While orchards, loaded, bending o’er the grass,
Invite to taste and cheer us as we pass.138.
But these too soon give place to prospects drear,
As o’er Northampton’s* barren heights we steer;
Bleak land of stones, deep swamps, and pigmy woods
Where the poor Swabian o’er his drudgery broods;
Toils hard; and when the heats of harvest burn143.
Gleans from the rocks his pittance in return.
Yet though so cursed his soil, his sheaves so few,
All-conquering Industry still bears him through;
Averse to change, pleased patiently to plod
The same dull round his honest father trod.148.
Below his low-roofed hut on yonder green!
There no gay front or proud piazza’s seen:
Let wealthy fools their precious hoards disburse,
No whim can tempt him to untie his purse.
A moss-grown penthouse shades his narrow door,153.
One window joins with patches covered o’er;
Around the garden numerous hives are ranged,
And pendent gourds to fading yellow changed.
Sheds, smoke-house, hog-pens, crowd the miry yard,
Where endless yells from growling pigs are heard.158.
Approach this humble hut: look in, nor fear;
Say, could Ambition find one comfort here?
Yet sweet Content e’en here is sometimes found,
Turning the wheel, or slumb’ring by its sound.
No mirrors dazzle, no rich beds appear,163.
Wide wasting Fashion never entered here.
Those plates of pewter, ranged along the frame,
In ancient days from distant Teuchland came.
That oaken table, so uncouth and low,
Stood where it stands some sixty years ago.168.
In this arm-chair where Hans delights to snore,
His great-grandfather nodded long before.
Thus glows his greasy stove throughout the year,
The torrid zone for ever rages here.
Here, when the shades of weary evening fall,173.
Sits Hans, the lord and sovereign of all;
Das Neue Callender* from the nail unhooks,
His dark brows solemn, and morose his looks,
Beside the lamp, with spectacles on nose,
To-morrow’s weather seeks, its rains or snows,178.
The moon’s eventful signs, th’ auspicious hour
To plant the downward root or rising flower;
Of witch-confounding doctors tells the tale,
Sips his metheglin, or his cider stale.
All other joys for which he ever sighs183.
His dear-loved saur-craut or his pipe supplies.
Abroad at toil ere yet the morning breaks,
Each rugged task his hardy frau partakes;
With brawny arms the struggling ploughshare guides;
Whips up her nags and o’er the furrow strides;188.
Awakes the echoes with her clamorous tongue,
And lends e’en Hans a clout when things go wrong,
Sweeps round her head the loud-resounding flail,
And sweats the sturdiest mower in the vale.
Light beat our hearts with changing prospects gay,193.
As down through Durham vale we bend our way,
And pause, its furnace curious to explore,
Where flames and bellows lately wont to roar,
Now waste and roofless: as its walls we pass
The massive shells lie rusting in the grass.198.
There let them rust, fell messengers of death!
Till injured Liberty be roused to wrath,
In whose right hand may they, though hosts oppose,
Be blasting thunderbolts to all her foes.
The setting sun was sinking in the west,203.
And brightly burnishing the mountain’s breast,
When from afar, as down the steep we hie,
The glittering roofs of Easton caught the eye:
Low in the shelter’d vale, while rude around
Hills piled on hills the dreary prospect bound.208.
Around the mountain’s base, in winding pride,
The rapid Lehigh rolls his amber tide,
To meet old Delaware who moves serene,
While Easton rises on the plains between.
Tired with the day’s long toil we gladly greet213.
The snug stone buildings, and the pavements neat;
The busy townsmen, jabbering Dutch aloud,
The court-house, ferry, hanging signs, and crowd;
At length one waving sign enchained our view,
‘Twas Pat’s split-crow, a filthy raven too.218.
Thither for rest and shelter we repair,
And home’s kind decencies, that ne’er were there.
Here might the Muse with justice due record
The wretched fare its scurvy walls afford;
The black wet bread, with rancid butter spread;223.
The beastly drunkards who beside us fed;
The beds with fleas and bugs accursed stored,
Where every seam its tens of thousands poured;
The host’s grim sulkiness, his eager look,
When from our purse his glittering god we took;228.
But nobler themes invite: be these repressed,
The eagle preys not on the carrion’s breast.

(To be continued.)
Long ere the morn had show’d its opening sweets,*231.
We clubbed our arms and pass’d the silent streets;
Slow o’er the pavement limpingly we tread,233.
But soon recovering, every ailment fled.
Forward we march, o’er mountains rude and bare,
No decent farm, and even a cabin rare;
Thick wastes of ground oak* o’er the country spread,
While haggard pines sigh distant overhead.238.
Lo! the Blue Mountain now in front appears,
And high o’er all its lengthen’d ridge uprears;
Th’ inspiring sight redoubled vigour lends,
And soon its steeps each traveller ascends;
Panting we wind aloft, begloom’d in shade,243.
Mid rocks and mouldering logs tumultuous laid
In wild confusion; till the startled eye
Through the cleft mountain meets the pale blue sky
And distant forests; while, sublimely wild,
Tow’rs each tall cliff to heaven’s own portals pil’d.248.
Enormous gap! if Indian tales be true,
Here ancient Delaware once thunder’d through,
And rolled for ages; till some earthquake dread,
Or huge convulsion, shook him from his bed.*
Here under rocks, at distance from the road,253.
Our pond’rous knapsacks cautiously we stow’d,
The mountain’s top determin’d to explore,
And view the tracks already travelled o’er;
As nimble tars the hanging shrouds ascend,
While hands and feet their joint assistance lend;258.
So we, from rock to rock, from steep to steep,
Scal’d these rude piles, suspended o’er the deep,
Through low dwarf underwood with chesnuts crown’d,
Whose crooked limbs with trailing moss were bound.
Eager we brush th’ impending bushes through,263.
Panting for breath and wet with dashing dew;
Cliff after cliff triumphant we attain,
And high at last its loftiest summits gain;
But such a prospect!—such a glorious show!
The world, in boundless landscape, lay below:268.
Vast colour’d forests, to our wandering eyes,
Seem’d soften’d gardens of a thousand dyes.
Long lakes appear’d; but at the increase of day
Assum’d new forms, and roll’d in mist away.*
Scoop’d from the woods unnumber’d spots were seen273.
Embrown’d with culture, or with pasture green;
Some cottage smoke mov’d slow, and dimly white;
But ev’ry hut had dwindled from the sight.
In long trail’d fogs, that all its windings show’d,
For many a league the distant Delaware flow’d;278.
And all beyond seemed to the ravished eye,
One waste of woods, encircling earth and sky!
We gaz’d delighted——then, with short delay,
Descending fix’d our loads and march’d away.
From this rough mountain, northward as we bend,283.
Below us, wide, the woody hills extend;
The same ground-oak o’er all the country lies,
The same burnt pines in lonely prospect rise,
Mute and untenanted; save where the jay
Set up his shrill alarm, and bore away.288.
One solitary hawk that sail’d serene,
Secure, and eying the expanded scene,
High from his zenith, midst the bursting roar,
Dropt at our feet, and flutter’d in his gore;
“Thus falls,” said Duncan, “many a son of pride,293.
While buoy’d in thought o’er all the world beside.”
From these dull woods, emerging into day,
We pass where farms their opening fields display;
Barns, fences, cottages, and lawns appear’d,
Where various sounds of human toil were heard;298.
There, round a hut, upon a sloping green,
Gay laughing bands of playful boys were seen;
Soon Books! Aloud, is thunder’d from the door,
And balls and hoops must charm the hours no more;
But frequent tears the blotted leaves assail,303.
And sighs for dear-lov’d liberty prevail.
Thither, by long yet fond remembrance led,
With awe we enter this sequester’d shed;
All eyes are turn’d the strangers to survey,
One tap is heard!—and all the hint obey;308.
Then grave and courteous, rising from his seat,
The decent Master bows with meekness meet,
Invites to sit—looks round with watchful eyes,
And bids, by signs, alternate classes rise;
Hears, reads, instructs, with solemn voice and slow,313.
Deep, busy silence muffling all below;
Slates, pens, and copy-books in order pass,
And peace and industry pervade each class.
Dear to the Muse, to Truth, to Science dear,
Be he who humbly toils and teaches here!318.
His worth, his labours, shall not sleep forgot,
And thus the Muse records them as she ought.
Of all professions that this world has known,
From clowns and cobblers upwards to the throne;
From the grave architect of Greece and Rome,323.
Down to the framer of a farthing broom;
The worst for care and undeserv’d abuse,
The first in real dignity and use,
(If skill’d to teach, and diligent to rule)
Is the learn’d master of a little school.328.
Not he who guides the legs, or skills the clown
To square his fists, and knock his fellow down;
Not he who shows the still more barbarous art
To parry thrusts and pierce the unguarded heart;
But that good man, who, faithful to his charge,333.
Still toils, the opening reason to enlarge;
And leads the growing mind, through every stage,
From humble A, B, C, to God’s own page;
From black, rough pothooks, horrid to the sight,
To fairest lines that float o’er purest white;338.
From numeration, through an opening way,
Till dark annuities seem clear as day;
Pours o’er the mind a flood of mental light,
Expands its wings, and gives it powers for flight,
Till Earth’s remotest bound, and heaven’s bright train343.
He trace, weigh, measure, picture, and explain.
If such his toils, sure honour and regard,
And wealth and fame shall be his dear reward;
Sure every tongue shall utter forth his praise,
And blessings gild the evening of his days?348.
Yes!—Blest indeed, by cold ungrateful scorn,
With study pale, by daily crosses worn,
Despis’d by those who to his labour owe
All that they read, and almost all they know;
Condemn’d, each tedious day, such cares to bear353.
As well might drive e’en Patience to despair;
The partial parent’s taunt—the idler dull—
The blockhead’s dark, impenetrable scull—
The endless round of A, B, C’s whole train,
Repeated o’er ten thousand times in vain.358.
Plac’d on a point, the object of each sneer,
His faults enlarge, his merits disappear;
If mild—”Our lazy master loves his ease,
The boys, at school, do anything they please.“
If rigid—”He’s a cross, hard-hearted wretch,363.
He drives the children stupid with his birch;
My child, with gentle means, will mind a breath;
But frowns and floggings frighten him to death.“
Do as he will, his conduct is arraign’d,
And dear the little that he gets is gain’d;368.
Ev’n that is given him, on the quarter day,
With looks that call it—money thrown away.
Just Heav’n! who knows the unremitting care
And deep solicitude that teachers share,
If such their fate, by Thy divine control,373.
O give them health and fortitude of soul!
Souls that disdain the murderous tongue of Fame,
And strength, to make the sturdiest of them tame;
Grant this, ye powers! to Dominies distrest,
Their sharp-tail’d hickories will do the rest.378.
Again the shades of sober eve appear’d,
Up the dark windings of a Creek we steer’d,
Where, glad to rest, and each in hungry plight,
In Marewine’s humble hut we spent the night.
Our social host piles up a jovial fire,383.
Brings his best cider, still as we desire,
Inspects our arms, with nice inquiring gaze,
And while we eat, his hunting spoils displays:
The skins of wolves and bears, a panther’s jaws,*
His horrid tusks and life-destroying claws;388.
Recounts the toils and terrors of the chase;
And gave us fiddling too, by way of grace;
All which, when bed-time warn’d us to lie down,
We fully paid him for with half a crown.
Refresh’d with sleep, before the peep of day,393.
O’er rising Pocano* we scour away,
Beyond whose top the dismal swamp extends,
Where Tobihanna’s savage stream descends.
Here prostrate woods, in one direction strew’d,
Point out the path the loud tornado rode,398.
When from the black north-east it gathered strong,
Creating ruin as it roar’d along,
Crashing outrageous.* Still with awe-struck mien,
The pilgrim stops, and gazes on the scene.
Huge pines that tower’d for centuries on high,403.
Crush’d by each others ruins prostrate lie,
Black with devouring flames, of branches bare,
Their ragged roots high tilted frown in air;
While shiver’d trunks, like monuments of wrath,
Add deeper horror to the wreck beneath.408.
Cut through this chaos rude, the narrow road,
Alone by solitary traveller trod,
Winds through the wilds of this forlorn domain
Where ruin drear and desolation reign.
Here as we loiter’d on, with restless gaze,413.
Absorb’d in silence, musing and amaze,
The rustling bushes and the snorting sound,
Of startled bruin fix’d us to the ground!*
With levelled guns we momentary stood—
He’s gone! loud crashing through the distant wood;418.
Sad disappointment throbs in every breast,
And vengeance dire is threaten’d on the rest.
And now each passing stump, and bush, and nook,
Is eyed with eager and suspicious look;
But one deep solitude around prevails,423.
And scarce a cricket, eye or ear assails.
Thus many a tedious mile we travell’d o’er,*
Each passing scene more rueful than before;
Till night’s dun glooms descending o’er our path,
We took up lodgings at the Shades of Death.*428.
The blazing fire, where logs on logs were laid,
Through the red hut a cheerful radiance spread;
Large horns of deer the owner’s sports reveal;
The active housewife turns her buzzing wheel;
Prone on the hearth, and basking in the blaze,433.
Three plump but ragged children loitering gaze;
And all our landlord’s odd inquiries o’er,
He dealt out tales and anecdotes in store;
Of panthers trapp’d* —of wounded bears enrag’d,
The wolves and wildcats* he had oft engaged,438.
The noble bucks his rifle had brought down—
How living rattle-snakes he took to town.
His dog’s exploits—the glory of his kind!
Now gash’d by bears, and lame, and almost blind,
Display’d his hat, with bullet-holes o’errun,443.
To prove the many matches he had won.
On powder, rifles, locks and balls enlarg’d,
And a whole broadside on his art discharg’d.
The mother spun, the children snor’d around,
And Sox the landlord still fresh stories found;448.
Our nodding heads the power of sleep confest,
And the kind hunter led us to our rest.

(To be continued.)
Once more the dawn arous’d us to the road:*451.
Our fare discharg’d, we left this lone abode,
And down, through deepening swamps, pursued our way,453.
Where pines and hemlocks quite shut out the day;
Majestic solitudes! all dead and deep!
The green moss matted o’er each mouldering heap;
On every side with watchful looks we spy,
Each rustling leaf attracts our eager eye;458.
Sudden the whirring tribe before us rise!
The woods resound—the fluttering partridge* dies;
Light floating feathers hover on the gale,
And the blue smoke rolls slowly through the vale.
Again, slow stealing o’er the shaded road,463.
Trailing their broad barr’d tails, two pheasants* strode;
The levell’d tube its fiery thunders pour’d,
And deep around the hollow forest roar’d;
Low in the dust the mangled victims lie,
And conscious triumph fills each traveller’s eye.468.
Now thickening rains begin to cloud the air,
Our guns we muffle up—our only care;
Darker and heavier now the tempest lower’d,
And on the rattling leaves incessant pour’d;
The groaning trees in hollow murmurs wav’d;473.
And wild around the rising tempest rav’d.
Below dark, dropping pines we onward tread,
Where Bear Creek grumbles down his gloomy bed,
Through darksome gulfs; where bats for ever skim,
The haunts of howling wolves and panthers grim.478.
At length two hovels through the pines appear,
And from the pelting storm we shelter here.
Two lank, lean dogs pace o’er the loosened floor;
A pouch and rifle hung behind the door;
Shrill through the logs the whistling tempest beats,483.
And the rough woodsman welcomes us to seats.
Before the blazing pile we smoking stand,
Our musquets glittering in the hunter’s hand;
Now pois’d, now levell’d to his curious eye;
Then in the chimney-corner set to dry.488.
Our clear, green powder-flasks were next admired;
Our powder tasted, handled, rubbed, and fir’d;
Touch’d by the spark, lo! sudden blazes soar,
And leave the paper spotless as before.
From foaming Brandywine’s rough shores it came,493.
To sportsmen dear its merit and its name;
Dupont’s* best Eagle, matchless for its power,
Strong, swift, and fatal as the bird it bore.
Like Jove’s dread thunderbolts it with us went,
To pour destruction wheresoever sent.498.
These, as they glisten’d careless by our side,
With many a wishful look the woodsman ey’d.
Thus Bears on beech-nuts, hungry steeds on maize,
Or cats on mice, or hawks on squirrels gaze.
His proffer’d skins of all the forest train,503.
His looks, and empty horn, implored in vain;
Till to a family’s wants we freely gave
What cold, hard-hearted Prudence bade us save.
And now, this treasure on our host bestow’d,
His sun-burn’d visage at the present glow’d;508.
New-moulded bullets quickly he prepar’d,
Survey’d the glistening grain with fix’d regard,
Then charg’d his rifle with the precious store,
And threw the horn his brawny shoulders o’er,
Secured his punk, his matches, purse and steel,513.
The dogs in transport barking at his heel;
Then, in his blanket, bade his wife good-bye,
For three long nights in dreary woods to lie.
Our morsel ended, through the pouring rain,
O’er barren mountains we proceed again;518.
And now Wiomi opened on our view,
And, far beyond, the Alleghany blue,
Immensely stretch’d; upon the plain below,
The painted roofs with gaudy colours glow,
And Susquehanna’s glittering stream is seen523.
Winding in stately pomp through valleys green.
Hail, charming river! pure transparent flood!
Unstain’d by noxious swamps or choaking mud;
Thundering through broken rocks in whirling foam;
Or pleas’d o’er beds of glittering sand to roam;528.
Green be thy banks, sweet forest-wandering stream!
Still may thy waves with finny treasures teem;
The silvery shad and salmon crowd thy shores,
Thy tall woods echoing to the sounding oars;
On thy swol’n bosom floating piles appear,533.
Fill’d with the harvest of our rich frontier:
The pine-brown’d cliffs, thy deep romantic vales,
Where wolves now wander, and the panther wails,
Where, at long intervals, the hut forlorn
Peeps from the verdure of embowering corn,538.
In future times (nor distant far the day)
Shall glow from crowded towns and villas gay;
Unnumber’d keels thy deepen’d course divide;
And airy arches pompously bestride;
The domes of Science and Religion rise,543.
And millions swarm where now a forest lies.
Now up green banks, through level fields of grass,
With heavy hearts the fatal spot we pass,
Where Indian rage prevailed, by murder fir’d,
And warriors brave by savage hands expir’d;548.
Where bloody Butler’s iron-hearted crew
Doom’d to the flames the weak submitting few;
While screams of horror pierc’d the midnight wood,
And the dire axe drank deep of human blood.*
Obscur’d with mud, and drench’d with soaking rain,553.
Through pools of splashing mire we drove amain;
Night darkening round us; when, in lucky hour,
Led by its light we reach’d a cottage door:
There welcom’d in, we bless’d our happy lot,
And all the drudgery of the day forgot.558.
A noble fire its blazing front display’d,
Clean shelves of dazzling pewter round array’d,
Where rows of ruddy apples, rang’d with care,
With grateful fragrance fill’d the balmy air;
Our bard (chief orator in times like these),563.
Though frank, yet diffident, and fond to please,
In broken German jok’d with all around,
Told who we were, from whence, and whither bound;
The cottage group a ready opening made,
And “welcome friends,” the little Dutchman said.568.
Well pleas’d our guns and knapsacks we resign’d,
Th’adjoining pump or running stream to find,
There wash’d our boots, and, entering, took our seat,
Stript to the trowsers in the glowing heat.
The mindful matron spread her table near,573.
Smoking with meat, and fill’d with plenteous cheer;
And, supper o’er, brought forth and handed round,
A massy bowl with mellow apples crown’d;
For all our wants a mother’s care express’d,
And press’d us oft, and pick’d us out the best,578.
But Duncan smil’d, and slyly seemed to seek
More tempting fruit in Susan’s glowing cheek,
Where such sweet innocence and meekness lay
As fairly stole our pilot’s heart away:
He tried each art the evening to prolong,583.
And cheer’d the passing moments with a song,
So sadly tender, with such feelings rais’d,
That all but Susan with profusion prais’d;
She from his glance oft turned her glistening eye,
And paid in tears and many a stifled sigh.588.
Thus pass’d the evening charmingly away,
Each pleased and pleasing, innocent and gay,
Till early bed-time summon’d us to part,
And Susan’s glances spoke her captive heart.
Swift flew the night, in soundest sleep enjoyed,593.
By dawn we start and find all hands employed,
The wheel, the cards, by fire-light buzzing go;
The careful mother kneads her massy dough;
Even little Mary at her needle sits,
And while she nurses pussy, nicely knits.598.
Our generous friends, their courtesy bestow’d,
Refus’d all price and pointed out the road;
With kindest wishes bade us all farewell;
What Susan felt, the rising tear could tell.
Blest Hospitality! the poor man’s pride,603.
The stranger’s guardian, comforter, and guide,
Whose cheering voice and sympathetic eye,
Even Angels honour, as they hover nigh;
Confined (in mercy to our wandering race)
To no one country, people, age, or place;608.
But for the homeless and the exil’d lives,
And smiles the sweeter still the more she gives;
O if on earth one spot I e’er can claim,
One humble dwelling, even without a name,
Do thou, blest Spirit! be my partner there,613.
With sons of wo our little all to share;
Beside our fire the pilgrim’s looks to see,
That swim in moisture as he looks on thee;
To hear his tales of wild woods wandering through;
His ardent blessings as he bids adieu;618.
Then let the selfish hug their gold divine,
Ten thousand dearer pleasures shall be mine.
The morning fogs that o’er the country lay,
Dispersing, promised a delightful day,
Clear, warm, serene; the sun’s resplendent beams,623.
Plays on the rocks, and from the river gleams,
The cheerful robins* chattering round us fly,
And crested wood-cocks* hammer from on high.
Poor Duncan’s sober looks, and glistening eye,
His broken sentences, and half-fetch’d sigh,628.
His frequent backward gaze, and anxious mien,
While Susan’s sheltered cottage could be seen,
Betray’d the thoughts that hover’d through his breast,
The fruitful source of many a rallying jest;
At length his song the echoing forest hail’d,633.
And laughing Comus over Love prevailed.
By Susquehanna’s shores we journey on,
Hemmed in by mountains over mountains thrown,
Whose vast declivities rich scenes display
Of green pines mix’d with yellow foliage gay;638.
Each gradual winding opening to the sight
New towering heaps of more majestic height,
Grey with projecting rocks; along whose steeps
The sailing eagle* many a circle sweeps.
Few huts appear’d; the wretched few we spied643.
Seem’d caves where Sloth and Poverty reside;
The ragged owners happier far to hear
Men, boys, and dogs arouse the bounding deer;
In fluttering rags, with scarce a hat or shoe,
Down the rough steep the roaring chase pursue.648.
To tree the bear; the midnight wolf to watch;
Minx, otters, possums, or racoons to catch;
The bloodly panther boldly to destroy,
Their highest glory and their greatest joy.
While round each hut the richest soil is seen,653.
Bleak squalid wretchedness is found within,
Filth, want, and ignorance from sire to son,
The sad attendants of the dog and gun;
As sage Experience long ago has said,
A good amusement, but a wretched trade.658.
‘Twas now deep noon, the winding pathway led
Beneath tall maples near the river’s bed,
Where moss-grown logs in mouldering ruins lay,
And spice and dogwood fring’d the narrow way;
The scarlet berries clustering hung around,663.
And mix’d with yellow leaves bestrew’d the ground;
There glistening lay, extended o’er the path,
With steadfast, piercing eye, and gathering wrath,
A large grim rattle-snake, of monstrous size,
Three times three feet his length enormous lies;668.
His pointed scales in regular rows engraved;
His yellow sides with wreaths of dusky waved;
Fix’d to the spot, with staring eyes, we stood!
He, slowly moving, sought th’ adjoining wood;
Conscious of deadly power, he seemed to say,673.
“Pass on; in peace let each pursue his way.”
But when th’ uplifted musket met his view,
Sudden in sounding coils his form he threw!
Fierce from the centre rose his flatten’d head,
With quivering tongue and eyes of fiery red,678.
And jaws extended vast, where threatening lay
The fangs of death in horrible array;
While pois’d above, invisible to view,
His whizzing tail in swift vibration flew.
Back sprung our bard! and, aiming to let fly,683.
Glanc’d o’er the deadly tube his vengeful eye;
And now destruction seem’d at once decreed;
But Duncan’s pleading check’d the barbarous deed;
“O spare the brave!” our generous pilot cried,
“Let Mercy, sir! let Justice now decide;688.
This noble foe, so terrible to sight,
Though armed with death, yet ne’er provokes the fight;
Stern, yet magnanimous, he forms his den
Far from the noisy, dangerous haunts of men.
Th’ unconscious foot that presses him he spares,693.
And what was harmless meant forgiving bears;
But dare his life—Behold, he rises brave,
To guard that being bounteous Nature gave.
We are th’ aggressors here; the Hero he;
Honour the brave defence of one to three!”698.
He spoke. Three cheers the voice of Mercy hail’d;
And heav’n’s most glorious attribute prevail’d.

Here, in deep glens, we groves of shellbarks found,*701.
And brought their thousands rattling to the ground.
Here clustering grapes on bending saplings grew,703.
And down the loaded vines we labouring drew;
The luscious fruit our vigorous toil repaid,
And Bacchus’ honours crown’d us in the shade.
Now Keeler’s Ferry heartily we hail,
And o’er the clear expanse serenely sail;708.
High up th’ adjacent banks again we go,
The lessen’d river winding deep below;
Here rocky masses from the cliffs we tore,
And down the mountain made them bounding roar
Through tops of crashing pines, with whistling sound,713.
Dashing the thundering waves in foam around.
Now night drew on, dull owls began to scream,
We cross’d Tunkhannoc’s slow and silent stream;
Lodg’d at a famish’d inn that near it stood,
Of all things destitute save fire and wood;718.
Old Squares, the owner, indolent and poor,
His house unshingled and without a door;
No meat, or drink, or bread, or liquor there,
As Afric’s wilds, of every comfort bare;
But Duncan’s load across his cudgel cast,723.
Fruits, birds, and beasts, bespeak a rich repast;
While Leech’s knapsac loaves of bread supplied,
And mine a cordial for the heart beside;
So, sans delay, all hands at once begin,
Some pick the pheasants, some the squirrels skin,728.
Soon o’er the fire our crackling nostrums brawl,
And soon like hungry wolves to work we fall,
Hew down the wheaten loaf, o’er whose thick side
The ample sheets of yellow butter glide
While piles of bones, like polish’d ivory, rise,733.
And the starv’d boors look on with wild surprise.
Such bless’d comforts health and hunger bring,
The hunter feasts more nobly than the king,
Whose sated appetite, by luxury cloy’d,
Even the richest sauces satiate unenjoy’d.738.
The table clear’d, our Journal we survey,
And minute down the wanderings of the day;
For fresh materials at our host inquire,
Who broil’d his brawny limbs before the fire.
“What Township’s this, old daddy?” “Why—hm—well;743.
Township? The dickens, sir, if I can tell;
Its Pennsylvania though. Right, daddy Squares.
Who are your nearest neighbours?” Why, the bears.
“No mill or school-house near you?” Yes, we’ve one
Beyond the church a piece, on Panther’s Run.748.
“Is church far distant, daddy?” Why—hm—no;
Down Susquehanna, twenty miles or so.
“You go to preaching, then?” Besure, that’s clear;
We go to mill and meeting twice a-year.
“No curiosities about?” Why—yes,753.
You’ve brought a few of them yourselves, I guess.
“What, dollars?” Aye, and fippennybits I swear
Are downright rarities among us here.
Thus pass’d the evening, till the time of bed,
When to a kennel we at last were led;758.
There, slumbering, shivered till the dawn of day,
Then curs’d this scurvy cave and march’d away.
Before us now in huge extension rise
Dark wood-clad mountains of enormous size;
Surrounding fogs their towering summits hide,763.
And sailing clouds, in silent grandeur, glide
Around their airy cliffs. These we survey
As dull forebodings of a cheerless day.
Up steeps immense with labouring steps we bend,
Then down in hollow gulfs for miles descend,768.
Buried in depth of woods, obscure and dark,
Where pheasants drum, and angry squirrels bark;
With these (though rain in streaming torrents pour’d)
Our pilot’s pack abundantly we stor’d;
And when, at length, the driving tempest clear’d,773.
And through the woods a distant hut appeared,
There, though the sour inhospitable clown
Returned our smiles with many a surly frown,
Compelled by Hunger, that imperious lord,
We cooked our game and shar’d our little hoard;778.
And left the savage boor, whose looks convey’d
Dark hate and murder every move they made.
Still through rude wilds with silent steps we steer,
Intent on game, all eager eye and ear;
Each opening turn, each dark recess survey,783.
Each mouldering heap that round tumultuous lay,
As o’er those Alpine steeps we slowly past;
But all was silent, solitary, vast!
No sound of distant farm assail’d the ear;
No rising smoke; no opening fields appear;788.
But each high summit gain’d, the eye was shown
Hills pil’d on hills in dreary prospect thrown.
So, from the mast, when boisterous tempests roar,
And the tost vessel labours far from shore,
The toil-worn sailor all around him spies793.
One sea of mountains mingling with the skies.
At length with vast descent we winding go,
And see the river gliding deep below;
And up the vale, suspended o’er the path,
A sign-board waving o’er the hut beneath;798.
The straggling characters, with soot portrayed,
Defy’d awhile all efforts that we made;
At length we spelt this precious piece of lore,
Pat Dougherty’s Hotel and Drygood store.
Blest tidings! welcome to the wandering wight,803.
As shelter’d harbours in a stormy night;
And thou, sweet Muse! in lofty numbers tell
The matchless comforts of this log hotel.
Here streams of smoke the entering stranger greet;
Here man and beast with equal honors meet;808.
The cow loud bawling fills the spatter’d door;
The sow and pigs grunt social round the floor;
Dogs, cats, and ducks in mingling groups appear,
And all that Filth can boast of, riots here.
Happy the hungry souls who hither speed!813.
Here, like cameleons, they may freely feed;
Here champ, with vigorous jaws, the empty air,
Without a bottom find one broken chair;
On dirty benches snore the night away,
And rise like thieves upon their judgment day.818.
Ye threadbare pilgrims! halt as ye pass by,
This gorgeous store will all your wants supply;
Three long tobacco-pipes the shelf adorns;
Two rusty penknives fit to saw your corns;
One rag of calico in musty folds;823.
A stick of liquorice-ball for coughs and colds;
And one half keg of brandy, glorious cheer!
Arrives from Philadelphia once a year.
What boundless wealth! what can they wish for more
Who such a tavern meet, and such a store?828.
To crown the whole—defil’d from ear to ear,
Behold the majesty of clouts appear!
The ragged lord of all this costly scene,
Whose hands and face old ocean scarce could clean;
Whose sun-burnt legs and arms and shoulders bore833.
What once was coat and trowsers—such no more!
But shapeless fragments, gash’d with holes profound,
And rag-form’d fringes dangling all around.
Bent o’er a tub that once tobacco knew,
And still from whence the dear effluvia flew,838.
Pat grumbling stood; and while he eager view’d
Each nook and seam, the scanty gleanings chew’d;
His busy mouth such savoury joys exprest
That scarce our stifled laughter we supprest.
On this foul mass of misery as we gaz’d,843.
The man of rags his brandy loudly prais’d;
Leech sought the door, disgusted with the scene,
And Duncan follow’d, grasping hard his cane;
Our Bard alone, with pleasure in his face,
Silent surveyed the wonders of the place,848.
In whose vile groups he but a picture saw,
That all might marvel at; but few could draw.
Though long and rough the road before us rose,
And toil and evening urged us to repose,
Yet were the forest glooms at once prefer’d853.
To this vile Hottentot’s most beastly herd.
So thence, up towering steeps again we scale,
And trace the depths of many a darksome vale;
While oft some oak’s huge, antiquated form,
That through long ages had defy’d the storm;858.
Whose hollow trunk had lodg’d the skulking bear,
While owls and possums found concealment there,
Rose, like the ruins of some reverend pile,
While moss and lichens its hoar arms defile;
Great in distress it mouldering drops away,863.
Time’s mournful monitor of life’s decay.
Night’s shades at last descend—the stars appear—
Dull, barking dogs proclaim the village near;
Soon Wihaloosing round us we survey,
And finish’d here the labours of the day.868.
The inn was silent, not a mortal there,
Before the fire each plants his crazy chair,
When slow downstairs a cautious step was heard,
And Job, the landlord, soberly appear’d;
Begg’d our excuse—bewail’d his luckless lot,873.
Wife in the straw, and every thing forgot;
So finding honest Job so hard bestead,
We skinned our squirrels, supp’d, and went to bed.
The morning dawn’d, again we took the road,
Each musquet shoulder’d o’er the lighten’d load,878.
Through Wihaloosing’s plains we gaily pass,
Midst matted fields of rank luxuriant grass.
Here Nature bounteous to excess has been;
Yet loitering hunters scarce a living glean;
Blest with a soil that, even in winter gay,883.
Would all their toils a hundred-fold repay,
Few cultur’d fields of yellow grain appear;
Rich fenceless pastures, rot unheeded here.
Huge from the vale the towering walnuts grow,
And wave o’er wretched huts that lie below.888.
No blossom’d orchards scent their opening May;
No bleating flocks upon their pastures play;
The wolves, say they, would soon our flocks destroy;
And planting orchards is a poor employ.
The hungry traveller, dining on this plain,893.
May ask for fowls, and wish for eggs in vain;
And while he dines upon a flitch of bear,
To wolves and foxes leave more gentle fare.
Now down through hoary woods we scour along,
Rousing the echoes with our jovial song,898.
Through paths where late the skulking Indian trod,
Smear’d with the infant’s and the mother’s blood.
Their haunts no more; far to the setting day
In western woods their prowling parties stray,
Where vast Superior laves his drifted shores;903.
Or loud Niagara’s thundering torrent roars;
Gaul’s exil’d royalists. a pensive train,
Here raise the hut and clear the rough domain;
The wayworn pilgrim to their fires receive,
Supply his wants; but at his tidings grieve;908.
Afflicting news! forever on the wing,
A ruined country and a murdered king!
Peace to their lone retreats, while sheltered here;
May these deep shades to them be doubly dear;
And Power’s proud worshippers, wherever placed,913.
Who saw such grandeur ruined and defaced,
By deeds of virtue to themselves secure
Those inborn joys, that, spite of kings, endure,
Though thrones and states from their foundations part;
The precious balsam of a blameless heart.918.

(To be continued.)
All day up winding solitudes we past,*919.
Steep hung o’er steep, as if at random cast;
Through every opening, towering groups were seen921.
Pil’d to the clouds, with horrid gulfs between;
Thus (as the bard of old creation sings,
‘Mongst other marvellous scenes and mighty things),
When squabbling angels rais’d in heav’n a rout,
And hills, uprooted, flew like hail about,926.
Thus look’d, in those tremendous days of yore,
Their field of battle when the fight was o’er,
Impending cliffs, with ruin’d woods o’ergrown,
And mountains headlong over mountains thrown.
One vast pre-eminent ascent we scal’d,931.
And high at last its level summit hail’d,
There, as we trod along fatigued and slow,
Through parting woods the clouds appear’d below,
And lo! at once before our ravish’d view,
A scene appear’d astonishing and new.936.
Close on the brink of an abyss we stood,
Conceal’d till now by the impending wood,
Below, at dreadful depth, the river lay,
Shrunk to a brook ‘midst little fields of hay;
From right to left, where’er the prospect led,941.
The reddening forest like a carpet spread,
Beyond, immense, to the horizon’s close,
Huge amphitheatres of mountains rose.
Charm’d with this spot, our knapsacs we resign’d,
And here, like gods, in airy regions din’d;946.
Like gods of old the cordial cup we quaff’d,
Sung songs to Liberty, and jok’d and laugh’d;
Huzza’d aloud—then listening from on high
If haply slumbering Echo would reply,
A long dead pause ensued——at once the sound951.
In tenfold shouts from distant hills rebound;
Not Polyphemus’ self e’er louder roar’d,
When burning goads his monstrous visage gor’d.
Huzza, huzza! the echoing mountains cry;
Huzza, huzza! more distant hills reply;956.
And still more distant, till the faint huzza,
In lessening shouts, successive, died away.
Surpriz’d, astonish’d! heedless of our meal
We seiz’d our muskets for a nobler peal;
Fill’d their dark bowels with the glistening grain,961.
And, facing, pointed to the extended scene;
Then at the word their fiery thunders pour’d,
That through the wide expanse impetuous roar’d.
Deep silence hung———The loud returning roar
From bellowing mountains thunders o’er and o’er;966.
Peal after peal successive bursts away,
And rolls tremendous o’er the face of day;
From hill to hill the loud responses fly,
And in the vast horizon lessening die.*
Thus from Olympus, o’er a prostrate world,971.
The fabl’d Jove his bolts imperious hurl’d;
Earth heard, and echoed back the peals profound,
And heaven’s exalted regions shook around.
With deep reluctance, ne’er to be forgot,
And many a lingering look, we left this spot,976.
Since call’d Olympus, worthier of the name
Than that so blazon’d by the trump of fame.
Ye souls! whom Nature’s glorious works delight,
Who chance to pass o’er this stupendous height,
Here turn aside; and if serene the day,981.
This cliff sublime will all your toils repay,
Here regions wide your ravish’d eye will meet,
Hills, rivers, forests, lying at your feet:
Here to Columbia make your muskets roar,
While heaven’s artillery thunders back encore.986.
‘Twas now dull twilight, trudging on we keep,
Where giddy Breakneck nods above the steep;
And down the darkening forest slowly steer,
Where woods, receding, show’d a dwelling near,
A painted frame, tall barracks filled with hay,991.
Clean white-wash’d railings rais’d along the way,
Young poplars, mix’d with weeping willows green,
Rose o’er the gate, and fring’d the walk within;
An air of neatness, gracing all around,
Bespoke that courtesy we quickly found;996.
The aged Judge, in grave apparel dress’d,
To cushion’d chairs invites each weary guest;
O’er the rich carpet bids the table rise,
With all the sweets that India’s clime supplies;
And supper served with elegance, the glass1001.
In sober circuit was allowed to pass.
The reverend sire, with sons and grandsons round,
Ruddy as health, by summer suns embrown’d,
Inquires our road and news with modest mien,
Tells of the countries he himself had seen;1006.
His Indian battles, midnight ambuscades;
Wounds and captivity in forest glades,
And with such winning, interesting store,
Of wild-wood tales and literary lore,
Beguiled the evening and engaged each heart,1011.
That though sleep summoned, we were loth to part;
And ev’n in bed reposed, the listening ear
Seem’d still the accents of the sage to hear.
The morning came; ye gods! how quickly hies
To weary folks the hour when they must rise!1016.
Groping around we fix our various load,
And full equipp’d forth issue to the road;
Inured to toil, the woods slide swiftly past;
O’er many an opening farm our eyes we cast.
Here rich flat meadows most luxuriant lie,1021.
Some glowing orchards gladly we espy,
Full-loaded peach trees drooping hung around,
Their mellow fruit thick scatter’d o’er the ground;
Six cents procured us a sufficient store,
Our napkins crammed and pockets running o’er;1026.
Delicious fare! Nor did we prize them less
Than Jews did manna in the wilderness.
Still journeying on, the river’s brink we keep,
And pass the Narrow‘s high and dangerous steep,
That to the clouds like towering Atlas soars1031.
While deep below the parted river roars,
Beyond its eastern stream, on level lands,
There Athens (once Tioga) straggling stands;
Unlike that Athens known in days of old,
Where Learning found more worshippers than gold,1036.
Here waste, unfinished, their sole school-house lies,
While pompous taverns all around it rise.
Now to the left the ranging mountains bend,
And level plains before us wide extend,
Where rising lone, old Spanish-Hill,* appears,1041.
The post of war in ancient unknown years;
Its steep and rounding sides with woods embrowned,
Its level top with old entrenchments crowned;
Five hundred paces thrice we measure o’er
Ere all their circling boundaries we explore;1046.
Now overgrown with woods, alone it stands,
And looks abroad o’er open fertile lands.
Here on the works we ruminating lay,
Till sudden darkness muffled up the day;
The threatening storm soon drove us to the plain,1051.
And on we wandered through the woods again.
For many a mile through forests deep we pass’d,
Till girdled trees rose to the view at last;
The fence and field successively appear,
And jumbling cow-bells speak some cottage near;1056.
Anon the sounding axe, the yelping dogs,
The ploughman’s voice, the sight of snorting hogs,
And sudden opening on the ravish’d eye,
Green fields, green meadows, gardens, orchards, lie
In rich profusion round the cottage neat,1061.
Log-built; but Peace and Industry’s retreat.
Here down green glades, the glittering streams descend;
Here loaded peach trees o’er the fences bend;
Deep flow’ry pastures clothe the steeps around,
Where herds repose, and playful coursers bound.1066.
The groaning cider-press is busy heard,
The fowls loud cackling swarm about the yard,
The snowy geese harangue their numerous brood,
The flapping flail re-echoes through the wood,
And all around that meets the eye or ear,1071.
Proclaims the power that spreads its influence here.
Hail Rural Industry! man’s sturdiest friend,
To thee each virtue must with reverence bend,
To thee what heart denies spontaneous praise,
From gloomy woods such glorious scenes to raise!1076.
Great giver of God’s gifts to man below!
Through whose rough hand all human blessings flow,
Here, as in ancient and illustrious Rome,
May chiefs and heroes cheer thy humble home;
The wise, the brave, from public broils retreat,1081.
To walk with heaven and thee through arbours sweet,
To share thy toils; thy little plans inspire,
And joke at night around thy glowing fire.
Still, near thy hut, upon the flowery green,
May Temperance, Hope, and Cheerfulness be seen;1086.
Health, Plenty, Innocence, thy temples crown,
And Peace each night embosom thee in down,
And still, where’er thy humble roofs arise,
In northern climes, or under burning skies,
May guardian Liberty thy fields enclose,1091.
Befriend thy friends, and baffle all thy foes.
Cheered with the rural sweets on every side,
Slow through this charming vale we gaily glide,
Delightful spot! from stormy winds secured,
By mountains sheltered and in wilds immured;1096.
Still as we pass rich level fields appear,
Chemung’s huge barns and fertile farms draw near,
How changed those scenes from what so late they were!
Ere Freedom’s banners waved triumphant here!
While o’er our coasts a powerful foe prevailed,1101.
Here from behind the savages assailed;
In bloody bands ransacked our weak frontier,
Fire, rapine, murder, marked their fell career.
Amid his corn the gasping planter fell,
Deep sunk the axe, and direful rose the yell;1106.
The midnight cottage, wrapt in sweet repose,
In flaming ruins with the morning rose;
There slaughtered corses, babes and fathers lay,
The naked mothers driven mid fiends away.
To thee, brave Sullivan! who scourged this crew,1111.
Thy country’s gratitude shall still be due;
And future ages on these summits rear
Honours to him who planted freedom here.
We pause to mark amid this valley green
How changed the tenant, how improved the scene!1116.
Where wretched wigwams late like kennels stood,
Where bark-canoes stole skulking o’er the flood,
Where mangled prisoners groaned, and hatchets glared,
And blood-stained savages the fire prepar’d,
There glittering towns and villages extend,1121.
There floating granaries in fleets descend,
There ploughmen chant, and mowers sweep the soil,
And taverns shine, and rosy damsels smile;
Thanks to the brave, who through these forests bore
Columbia’s vengeance on the sons of gore;1126.
Who drove them howling through th’ affrighted waste,
Till British regions sheltered them at last.
Here, on the heights, where, suddenly array’d,
These hordes their last despairing effort made,
Where still the mould’ring breastwork meets the view,1131.
From whose defence as suddenly they flew,*
Here, on th’ approach of night, we lodgings found,
And buried all our toils in sleep profound.

(To be continued.)
The lingering night still hung in drowsy gloom,*1135.
Must’ring our loads, we pace the darken’d room,
With tedious groping, find at last the door,1137.
And down the narrow stair our way explore;
Dull fogs and darkness o’er the country lay;
But guiding fences pointed out the way.
In cheerful chat we march’d along, till morn,
On dewy wings from eastern regions borne,1142.
Rose on the world, and, o’er the landscape gay,
‘Midst songs of joyous birds, led on the day.
Two whirring pheasants swept across our path,
And swift as lightning flew the fiery death.
A cloud of quails in rising tumult soar;1147.
Destruction follows with resounding roar.
From bough to bough the scampering squirrels bound;
But soon, in smoky thunders, bite the ground;
Life’s gushing streams, their sable furs defile,
And Duncan’s stick sustains the bloody spoil.1152.
Thus up Tioga’s side we thundering steer’d,
Till Newton, glittering on its banks, appear’d;
Where opening hills, retiring, wide display,
On level plains a city rising gay;
Rang’d on the northern bank, so smooth and green,1157.
Rich busy stores and waving signs are seen;
With crowding boats that here for freight attend,
And deeply loaded to the sea descend.
Here, when soft Spring dissolves the wastes of snows,
And wide, and deep, the roaring river flows,1162.
Huge loaded arks* rush down the boiling tide,
And winding through wild woods triumphant ride,
Hills, towering steeps and precipices high,
Rich plains and hanging rocks behind them fly;
The watchful pilot every eddy eyes,1167.
As down the torrent’s foaming course he flies;
Views with stern look, the frightful falls disclose,
And down th’ outrageous breakers headlong goes;
A thousand toils, a thousand dangers past,
Columbia’s* harbour shelters them at last.1172.
With lingering steps the busy streets we trace,
Pleas’d with the prospect of this growing place;
Though now so gay, scarce fifteen years have flown
Since two log huts were all that it could own;
Since waving reeds and scrubby ground-oak grew1177.
Where stores and taverns now arrest the view.
Around the tree where panthers lurk’d for prey,
Now evening groups of laughing children play;
And churches neat, their pious crowds enclose
Where Indian fires and midnight yells arose.1182.
So wonder-working is the hand of Toil,
When Heav’n has blest and Freedom guards the soil,
And streams so vast their powerful aid bestow
To float down plenty wheresoe’er they flow.
Now to the North, through open plains, we wind,1187.
And leave the river’s bending course behind;
And now, where level lengthening meadows spread,
Through hazel thickets rapidly we tread,
Here, when descending rain in torrents pour,
And the broad meadows float from shore to shore,1192.
In two wide routes their waters seek the main;
Part through St.Lawrence meets the sea again,
Part to the south pursues its wandering way,
And rolls to Chesapeake’s capacious

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