The purity of Henry's republicanism was such, as when dining with his brother Col. John Syme, at the Rocky Mills, during a May session of the Circuit Court held by Judge Iredell in Richmond, the company, composed of very respectable characters of both parties—'THE PEOPLE' as the first toast, upon removing the cloth, was pronounced very audibly by the host. Mr. Henry pushing his old black wig aside, as was his custom when much excited;—and, with elbows akimbo! exclaimed, "What—brother, not drink GENERAL WASHINGTON? as we used to do!—for shame brother, for shame;"—and filled up his glass with a bumper of Thomson's Madeira, announcing the name of WASHINGTON.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.
YOUNG ROSALIE LEE.
| I love to forget Ambition And Hope, in the mingled thought Of valley and wood and meadow, Where whilome my spirit caught Affection's holiest breathings; Where, under the skies, with me Young Rosalie roved—aye drinking From Joy's bright Castaly. I think of the valley and river, The old wood bright with blossoms; Of the pure and chastened gladness Upspringing in our bosoms; I think of the lonely turtle So tongued with melancholy; And the hue of the drooping moonlight, And the starlight pure and holy! Of the beat of a heart most tender; The sigh of a shell-tinct lip, As soft as the land tones, wandering Far leagues, over ocean deep; Of a step, as light in its falling, On the breast of the beaded lea, As the fall of the fairy moonlight, On the leaf of yon tulip tree. I think of these and the murmur Of bird and katadyd, Whose home is the grave yard cypress, Whose goblet the honey-reed; And then I weep! for Rosalie Has gone to her early rest; And the green-lipped reed and the daisy, Suck sweets from her maiden breast. |
L. L.
Winchester, Va.
For the Southern Literary Messenger.