Page images
PDF
EPUB

brave Moors to whom liberty was contented themselves with pillagtheir dearest possession, representing the camp. This gave the Pored to their Xheque (chief) Aben Xahumor a man of noble and commanding person and invincible courage the danger that hung over their country; he heard their statement with attention and promised to take the necessary precaution for their safety, but absorbed with the violence of love, he forgot the one and neglected the other.

tuguese time to rally, and collecting their whole force threy destroyed the greatest part of the Moorish army, leaving the commander on the field of battle covered with wounds, This defeat raised the zeal of the country and determined them to take exemplary vengeance.

It was necessary for them to give notice to the other cantons, and to fix the time and place for a general rendezvous. The happy Xahumor, surrounded by love and pleasure, heard this fatal news-he started as it were from a profound sleep :— ashamed of not having been engaged in the general war, he tore himself from the arms of the desponding Yoto, he collected his followers who

Yoro a Xheque's daughter was the object of his attachment; her youth, beauty, modesty, the nobleness of her mind and her vivacity of temper had penetrated the heart of Aben. The virtues of the young Moor inspired her with a similar regard, but no interchange of sentiments had ever been made. Aben fondly yielding to his love deter-were the most warlike and best dismined to demand Yoto of her father, but with a delicacy often forgotten in the polite nations of Europe, he would first acquire her heart before he accepted her hand. We pass over the progress of their affection. It produced a marriage which was celebrated with great splendor to the universal satisfaction of every one interested.

In the mean time the Portuguese under the command of Don FerLandes d' Ataide their general, and Don Lopez de Bariga his lieutenant fal taken possession of Azamor,

f, and other places, where they nad placed garrisons and were advancing into the country. The Moorish commandant desirous of stopping their progress, as well to prevent the subjugation of his subjects as to punish those Moors for their perfidy, who had joined the foreign standard, collected a considerable force to drive the Christians from the coast and falling on them unexpectedly put them to rout with great loss. The victorious Moors instead of pursuing their advantage

ciplined of any near the coast, and commending himself to them and to glory, joined the general standard at the appointed time. This noble effort recalled his former celebrity; he conducted frequent engagements to great advantage, till the name of Aben became the terror of the Christians and the confidence of the Moors.

Don Fernandes, the governor of Safy, had the prudence to avoid a general engagement. This active commander resolved to surprise Aben Xahumor, persuaded that his destruction would restrain the opposition of the other Cantons. In order the better to deceive the enemy he feigned a retreat from the encampment, and by a rapid march the same night threw his forces on the Canton of Xahumor, chief, as prudent as valiant, was in a state of defence, and combatted with an incredible valor, most of his soldiers, however, less active than himself, were cut in pieces, before they could mount their horses, or provide themselves with arms. The

This

ing on with all those feelings which injury raises in the bosom, they saw at a distance the Portuguese spreading themselves negligently along the country.

[To be concluded next week.]

NOTICES.

New Work.-Messrs. Bronson, Wal

Proposals have been issued at New York, by Col. John Trumbull, (a native of Lebanon, Ct.) for publishing, by subscription, two small Prints-one repre senting the "death of Warren, at the battle of Bunker's hill; the other, the death of Montgomery, at the attack of Quebeck." They are to be copied from two large prints commemorative of the same event; which were published in London, by Col. T. several years since -and which are allowed to be among the best historical pieces ever yet published.-Ct. Gaz.

,unfortunate Yoto was the prize of this skirmish. Aben finding himself pressed by superior numbers, bent his whole strength to make good a retreat, in order to alarm the neighboring cantonments and procure a force capable of resistance. The contest was bloody but the object was accomplished, and the Portuguese, after having pillaged and ter, & Co. New-Haven, Ct. have just burnt Ambram, retreated with their published "A World without Souls," the first American from the second London plunder and captives. The wretch-edition. A writer in the Connecticut ed Yoto filled the air with her cries Herald, in recommending this little voland continually called on the name ume to the public, assures us, that eveof Xahumor whom she believed to ry reader of taste and feeling, who rehave fallen in the fight. Fernandes gards the interest of morality and religion, will find a feast in the perusal of seeing so much beauty in his cap-it-Troy Gaz. tive and hearing her cries, judged she must have been thewife of Aben; he treated her with the utmost attention and gave orders that every body should pay proper respect to her rank and her sex, supposing this to be the most effectual manner of attracting the Xheque to his party. In the mean time the alarm had extended to the neighbouaing cantonments, which already appeared in arms. It was then the unfortunate Xheque first learnt that his wife was a prisoner. Rage, grief, We have been liberal in quotations despair, alternately controlled him. from an ingenious publication entitled the "Miseries of Human Life" and we He would alone have returned on believe our readers will subscribe to the footsteps of the enemy and de- the opinion we advanged at the first livered her from their hands or fal- selections. The situations in which the len before her eyes. Friendship speakers are placed are so easily comwas vainly exerted to detain him. ceived, and their distress is told with such a provoking solemnity that misery I have lost every thing, said he is changed into amusement, and we are life is odious and burthensome--if compelled to laugh at misfortunes you love me, worthy and valiant which every day may realize. The real companions, let us follow this bar anxieties of life are enough in all conbarous foe-they probably retreat science, without being harrassed with these minor inconveniencies, and it is in disorder-we shall be joined by fortunate that some joking genius can our friends who are hastening to be found to smile away trouble, and our aid—come on-or leave me and throw off by his wit the little inconvenI go alone. His intrepidity animat-iencies that create melancholy and deed their drooping courage-a party jection; in fact to make a pleasure of The work will be before the immediately joined in pursuit pain. they passed their desolated habita-public in a few days, and we strenuously recommend it to every gentleman tions the melancholy spectacle with the spleen, and every lady with the gave desperation to valor. Press-vapors......Emerald

[blocks in formation]

Myself sweetly wreath'd them for her.

Here's beauty, a rose freshly blown,

Now wet with the tears of the morn; A fairer in Pophos ne'er shone,

Nor did ever my bosom adorn.

Here's a vi'let, which blew in the vale,
Low bending, unconscious of worth,
Which shrinks from the soft breathing
gale;

'Tis modesty; so call'd on earth. Here a lilly, unspotted, and fair,

Which bloom'd by a rivulet's side; The wood nymphs have made it their

care,

And call'd the sweet blossom their
pride;

'Tis innocence. Here is a flower

Of yet choicer, and sweeter perfume,
Jove gives it; 'tis virtue, best dower,
An amaranth, ever in bloom.

But to earth, as your way you shall wend,
Be sure fam'd Minerva to find,
Wit, wisdom, she promis'd to send,

The durable flowers of the mind.

And when in eve's coronet gleams,

My star, the most fair in the sky. You may steal, as you fly, the mild beams, To form her sweet lustre of eye.

These carefully bear her, and say,

As to R-it was I let him know it-
And that she, a reward for the lay,
A smile must bestow on her poet.
R**

İ
may
be somewhat blamed for this
but licentia poetica must shield me.

SELECTED.

THE MORNING OF THE YEAR.

COLD, cold is the birth of the infantile
Year,

Whose cradle the winds of the Win-.
ter will rock,

Till the Spring in her bosom the or-
phan shall chear,

Like a new-fallen lambkin, the first
of the flock.

Who wove the rude dress that apparels
the child?

His chaplet of ivy, his mantle of moss ;
His sandals of holy-leaves, pluck'd

from the wild?

While icicle dew-drops his raiments emboss?

With the heavenly birth, lo! eth morr. ing is gay;

The Sun through the clouds darts a smile o'er the globe, To melt on the mountains the snow-hille

[blocks in formation]

A heaven of summer still gladdens our sight.

IMPROMPTU

Love. "WHAT is Love?" you ask, fair creature!

To a Lady who requested a description of

Mark the notes of every sigh,
Mark, the glow of every feature,

Mark the madd'ning melting eye,
Restless, trembling, blest, uneasy,

As the youth beside thee sits, Views thy smiles, now pleas'd, now crazy,

Calm by turns, and wild by fits.
Ask the voice that sweetly falters,
Ask the ardent thrilling squeeze,
Ask the countenance that alters
Smiles that melt and frowns that
freeze!

[graphic]

The poems of James Montgomery will| be published in a few days by Mr. Fletcher of this place.-We select the following splendid passages from his WANDERER OF SWITZERLAND as a specimen of its manner.

Shepherd.-"Switzerland then gave thee birth?"

Wanderer.-" Aye,-'twas Switzerland of yore;

But, degraded spot of earth!
Thou art Switzerland no more.
O'er thy mountains, sunk in blood,
Are the waves of ruin hurl'd;
Like the waters of the flood,
Rolling round a buried world."
"Stranger-friend! the tears that flow
Down the channels of this cheek,
Tell a mystery of woe,

Which no human tongue can speak.
Not the pangs of "Hope deferr'd"
My tormented bosom tear,
On that tomb of Hope interr'd
Scowls the spectre of Despair.
Where the Alpine summits rise,
Height o'er height stupendous hurl'd;
Like the pillars of the skies,
Like the ramparts of the world:
Born in Freedom's eagle nest,
Rock'd by whirlwinds in their rage,
Nursed at Freedom's stormy breast,
Lived my Sires from age to age.
High o'er Underwalden's vale,
Where the forest fronts the morn;
Whence the boundless eye might sail
O'er a sea of mountains borne:
There my little native cot
Peep'd upon my father's farm.—
O it was a happy spot,
Rich in every rural charm!
There my life, a silent strean,
Glid along, yet seem'd at rest;
Lovely as an infant's dream,
On the waking mother's breast.
Till the storm that wreck'd the world,
In its horrible career,
Into hopeless ruin hurl'd

All this aching heart held dear.
On the princely towers of Berne
Fell the Gallic thunder-stroke;
To the lake of poor Lucern,
All submitted to the yoke.'
"Star of Switzerland! thy fame
No recording Bard hath sung,
Yet be thine immortal name
Inspiration to my tongue!
While the lingering moon delayed
In the wilderness of night,
Ere the morn awoke the shade

Into loveliness and light :-
Gallia's tigers, wild for blood,
Darted on our sleeping fold;
Down the mountains, o'er the flood,
Dark as thunder-clouds they roll'd.
By the trumpet's voice alarm'd,
All the valley burst awake;
All were in a moment arm'd,
From the barriers to the lake.
-In that valley, on that shore,
When the graves give up their dead,
At the trumpet's voice once more
Shall those slumbers quit their bed!
For the gem that gave them birth
Hides their ashes in its womb:
O'tis venerable earth,
Freedom's cradle, Freedom's tomb!"

In the next extract will be felt the real eloquence of "a Muse of fire." Shep." Pledge the memory of the Brave,

And the Spirits of the Dead ;
Pledge the venerable Grave,
Valour's consecrated bed.
Wanderer! this delicious cup,
This inspiring goblet take;

Drink the beverage, drink it up,
For thy martyr'd brethren's sake."
Wand." Hail;-all hail! the Patriot's

[blocks in formation]

THE FIELD OF BATTLE.

Wand." On the fatal field I lay
Till the hour, when twilight pale,
Like the ghost of dying day,
Wander'd down the darkening vale.
Then in agony I rose,

And with horror look'd around,
Where embracing, friends and foez,
Dead and dying, strew'd the ground.
Many a widow fix'd her eye,
Weeping, where her husband bled,
Heedless, though her babe was by
Prattling on his father dead."

Boston, Mass.) Published

BY BELCHER & ARMSTRONG,

No. 70, State Street.

[blocks in formation]

ORIGINAL PAPERS.

FOR THE EMERALD.

THE WANDERER,

No. 69.

ment, seems to be a subject of curious speculation.

While some, who, like Anaxagoras, know no country but heaven, are equally indifferent in what part of the terraqueous globe they should fix their abode, it is constantly the most earnest desire of others, if possible, to live where they were born. The gratification of this de-. sire is however attended with numberless mortifications. If success should deign to smile on a man's outset in life in the place of his nativity, a thousand puny, ad

ANTIPATHIES and predilections arise from associations of ideas, always arbitrary and frequently whisa sical. We have seen beings in defight with objects generally the most odious, and others put to the torture at spectacles usually delight-verse agencies are instantly set at ful. The superficial observer will be ready to exclaim at the unaccountableness of these phenomena, while the man of reflection will find equally difficult the explanation of the ordinary appearance.

work, from the influence of which he would elsewhere be perfectly secure. The petty jealousies of the playmates of his childhood and companions at school, of the inmates of his boyish days, are unremittedly The most capricious of the com- exerted to retard his progress or binations of mind are those, which annoy him on the way. Does their bind us to a particular spot and serve, combined memory treasure up aif the expression be warrantable, to gainst him any glaring instance of localize feeling. Attachment to the inconsiderate freakishness of place, philosophers have contempla youth? In the hour of his pride, ted, as a curiosity in sentiment, and in the moment, when he would moralists, as the amusement of rea- most wish the recollection of childson. That a man should doat on ish things should be utterly put the particles of earth, which he had away, malignity is in rapture to reimproved by his own manual labor, mind him of it. It comes over him is natural. It is delighting in the like a cloud, in the days of his amworks of his hands. He deposits Lition. Is he seen starting for some his affections in the same bed with distant, elevated goal? Ill nature "He sate in the same form his plants and they grow up togeth- rouses. er. But that the accident of birth, with me; why should he press beg independent of every other circum- fore me?" His progress is attem ptstance, should produce this attached to be checked by efforts to trp

YOL, 11.

K

« PreviousContinue »