From the United States Journal.


S A r. IT o G A.
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ATOGA.
BY MRS. M. Il. GARDINER.


Is this the forest where the Indian strayed'
The desert where, in his wild pomp arrayed
He strobe majestic DER the mountain height,
Or sat in counsel by his altars brght'


Where beasts Of prey prowled round with glar-


ing eye,


Where the bald Eagle sought his eyry high,
In rocky cliffs to find his young nest,
| With the rich plumage waving on his crest'
This the dense grove, where the brave Uncas lay,
When from the spring, he brushed the leaves
| away'


Drank from the fountain, flowing clear and sweet,
In liquid murmurs at his brawny feet'


Here where the sisters, wearied and opprest,
In beauty slumbered on each others breast!
The favored spot, where Cooper's muse awoke,
| His finest effort and his master stroke'


Where trees outrageous, lent their friendly
shade,
| And waived in concert DER each sleeping maid !;
| The battle field, where warriors nobly bled,
Where freedom hovered o'er her valiant dead;
Where Liberty drank up the crimson stain,,
From martyred Heroes, on the ensanguined plain,
Caught the last murmur of their spartan BREATH
Wiped their chill brows, and cheered their souls
in death.


Twined the green laurels round the dauntless
And sung their dirge with winds that whisper
low


Behold the throngs that tread the enamelled
ground, s..
Age, youth, and childhood, with its joyous bound;
| While wealth and splendor greet the admiring
eye,
And fountains play beneath cloudless sky.
See beauty meath thousand lights display,
Her brilliant charms and tempt the soul astray
See lovers linger by the purling streams,
| And whisper low their bosom's widest dreams.
Breathe in soft pathos to the listening ear,
The pulses quick'ning, with delicious fear,
| 'Wilderng the mind with visions light as air,
AS vain as false, and false, Us they are fair
And here, the lone forsaken heart, with grief
O'erwhelmed-- ed--dstressed--seeks as its last relief,
The cheering spring in sparkling rippes drest,
To heal the wound that rankles in her breast
Inflicted there, by one, she loved too well,
Who broke her heart, and like demon fell.
See fathers, mothers, haste with eager pride
Where pomp and fashion, like rolling tide
Bear all along and with fairy hand,
Beckon them forth to the enchanted land.
Where age departs, the weakened nerves grow


strong,


Beneath the melody of mirth and song
The moons pale beams reflect their silvery light,
As day departs for happier, lovelier night.
When the bland zephyrs murmuring thro' the


trees,


Toss the light curls that wanton on the breeze.
Fan soft the brow of beauty, as they feel,
Loves thrilling transports oer their senses steal
Where bloom the flowers, where the green wood
bines creep,


Perfume the air, and bring ambrosial sleep.
Where all that art, or nature can bestow,
To tempt the taste and make the passions glow,
Are spread luxuriant on the lighted board,
And rich oblatons to the springs are poured
Here, well lOlQ LaieS DeSullc each lingering nouI,
Gf ought are here,) which in their magic power,
Bring the delights, the scenes Of other days,
And hearts transported, list the Minstrels lays.
Here stands the Minister of God, whose soul
Weeps oft in secret, DER the worlds control;
Weeps, when he sees the thoughtless gaily slide,
Down the deep vortex, in the whirling tide,
Mid thousand streams, that rush towards that
bourne,


That boundless Ocean, whence there's no return.
Can death be here, amid so fair throng'
Finds he admittance mid the jest and song'
Are any ready his grim face to meet'
Exchange their dresses, for the winding sheet'
Lay by their diamonds, and their gems, to rest,
Their stiffened forms on earth's cold dreamless
breast?


Ready, or not--the morn or midnight hour,
The dewy eve, or noon days quiet bower,
Will list the wild wall, rising from the SOUL
AS fate's dark waters, o'er the senses roll
AS life departs yielding the vital breath
To him who conquers all-Insatiate Death


Sag Harbor, l.. l., December, 1845
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The new Presbyterian church at Mount
Holly N. j., was dedicated on Wednesday
last