No threats impede; no fears appal;
He only hears the sufferer's call,

And stands for each a ready pledge.
That gold which in yon isle of glooms
Peopled in other days, the tombs

Which yawn'd their prey to catch,
Now, sent on errands by the wise,
Lo! with an angel's swiftness flies

To save the hope-deserted wretch.
Here purchased at a liberal price,
Behold the threaten'd sacrifice

Safe ransom'd from the block ! Redeemed from homicidal arms, There see fair Beauty's softer charms

Rescued from many a ruffian shock.
THEE, who couldst turn aside the blow
(When aim'd by the ferocious foe)

With spirit so benign,
Angel of peace! we own thee sent
M'INTOSH, the benevolent

By Providence's care divine.
O M'Intosh! in language loud,
Whilst thy example bids the crowd

Copy what they behold,
Long, in our breasts, may that same fire
Which burns so bright in thee, inspire

Hearts now indeed no longer cold.
HUMANITY! to mortals dear,
If incense may detain thee here,

Thine altar long shall smoke;
A wreath not earn’d by deeds of death
Adorns thy hero's brows—a wreath

Of laurel mix'd with civic oak.
How evanescent is the fame
Of those who, with destructive aim,

Pursue Atrides' path!
Disgust and horror never fail
O'er every feeling to prevail,

In sight of all their works of death.

Yes! it is transient as the spark
Which being whirl'd about the dark

Is made to disappear;
Or as the bullet when it quits
The life-destroying tube and splits

The unresisting atmosphere.
But fear not thou, distinguish'd Scot,
Whose rare and most peculiar lot

Has, since thy life began,
Been above Envy's reach to shine,
And with benevolent design

Befriend the family of man.
Think not thy glories e'er shall wane
Whilst those of th' Antonines remain,

For children, ages hence,
Shall with thy honour'd name be told
The proper use of life and gold
Is to display benevolence.

TE RECLUSE. Seminary Range, Ohio.)

FOR THE PORT FOLIO-THE MANIAC.

Hark! the Maniac fiercely raging,

Howls his sorrows to the wind,
Naught his frantic grief assuaging,

Nought can ease his phrenzied mind.
View him bounding now with anguish

While his eyes, in terror roll,
Now they soften, now they languish,

Marking thus his varied soul.

Hear the far-fetch'd groans of horror

Issuing from his throbbing breasts

See those pallid cheeks of sorrow,

And those limbs which know no rest.

Once, those eyes were fraught with pleasure,

Once, those cheeks were coral red,
But bereft of the mind's treasure,

These more treacherous beauties fled.

Once, proud Fortune on him smiled,

And bright Hope his thoughts did train;
When alas, of both beguiled,

" Maddening fury" seiz'd his brain.

Now he roams poor and unfriended,

None his wayward steps to guide,
All his wishes unattended,

All his wants are unsupply'd.

So speak those tatter'd garments on him,

And his shaggy matted hair,
Oh do not with disgust turn from him,
He was once, as you now are.

LOTHARIO.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO.

Lines written on a blank leaf of “Downman's Infancy”-a didactic Poem, pre

sented to a lady a few weeks after her marriage.

If, much lov'd fair! who late with tremb’ling foot,
Didst press the threshold of that hallow'd fane
Where Hymen holds his court, and where the Loves
And Graces join in sweet accordance,
Weaving chaplets gay of blooming flow'rs,
Thrown by the liberal hand of smiling Hope,
To grace the brows of those whom Love impels
To bend before his altar-If haply, “ born
6 Beneath the beam of some propitious star,"
Lucina's mystic rites should ere reward
The fond embraces of thy faithful spouse, .

With prattling pledges of your mutual love;
0! then, with eager eye, and heedful pause,
The following strains didactic oft peruse.
For know, their little tender frames demand
Unceasing care-their future health and strength,
A form erect, the roseate bloom of youth,
Athletic firmness, with a vigorous mind,
Or, dull and moping imbecility,
Distorted joints, and nerves of feeble texture,
Complexion wan, with aptness to imbibe
The various taints of fell Disease's train
All these, with num'rous other joys or woes,
Depending on the treatment they receive,
At their first entrance on the stage of life,
And, during helpless Infancy.--Here then learn
Those various pleasing duties to discharge,
Which th' endearing name of Mother doth enjoin;
And which, observed, will crown your future days,

With ample recompense for all your care.
Philad. Aug. 30, 1808.

FOR THE PORT FOLIO-INDIAN ELOQUENCE.

MR. EDITOR,

General John S. Eustace, with whom I was intimately acquainted for some time previous to his death, and who formerly held a major general's commission in the French armies, gave me the following as a genuine copy of the celebrated speech of Logan, the Mingo chief. He informed me that he was acquainted wit": lord Dunmore in Virginia, and frequently an inmate of his house, and that the speech, as I now send it to you, was presented to him personally by lord Dunmore.

I do not consider myself an accurate judge of Indian eloquence, yet it appears to me, that the speech, as published by Mr. Jefferson, is not worthy of those high encomiums which he bestows

upon it.

I leave it with you to judge of the correctness of my opinion.

Yours, &c. Luzerne, September ilth, 1810.

B. T.C.

а

Speech of Logan, a Mlingo chief, before lord Dunmore, formerly

governor of Virginia. My cabin, since first I had one of my own, has ever been oper to any white man, who wanted shelter: my spoils of hunting, since first I began to range these woods, have I ever freely imparted to appease his hunger and clothe his nakedness; but, what have I seen? what! but that at my return at night, and laden with spoil, my numerous family lie bleeding on the ground, by the hands of those who had found my little hut a certain refuge from the inclement storm; who had eaten my food, and covered themselves with my skins: what have I seen? what! but that those dear little mouths, for which I had sweated the live-long day, when I returned at eve to fill them, had not one word to thank me for my toil!

What could I resolve upon? my blood boiled within me, and my heart leapt up to my mouth, nevertheless I bid my tomahawk be quiet, and lic at rest for that war, because I thought the great men of your country sent them not to do it. Not long afterwards, some of your men invited our tribe to cross the river and bring their venison with them; they, unsuspicious of design, came as they had been invited; the white men then made them drunk, killed them, and turned their knives even against the women. Was not my sister among them? was she not scalped by the hands of that man, whom she had taught how to escape his enemies, when they were scenting out his track? What could I resolve upon? my blood now boiled thrice hotter than before, and thrice again my heart leapt up to my mouth, no longer did I bid

my tomahawk be quiet, and lie at rest, for that war, because I no longer thought the great men of your country sent them not to do it. I sprang from my cabin to avenge their blood, which I have fully done this war, by shedding yours from your coldest to your hottest sun; thus revenged I am now for peace, and have advised most of my countrymen to be so too-nay! what is more,