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Swannanoa (Swan-ah-no'-a). Name of a river.
Saxapahaw (Saks-a-pa-haw'). Name of a river, commonly called

Haw River.
Tuscarora (Tus-ka-ro'-rah). Name of an Indian tribe.
Tuckasege (Tuck-a-se-jee'). The name of a river in the moun-

tains of North-Carolina. Watauga (Wa-taw-gab). Name of a county, and of a mountain






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At a Masonic celebration—the re-interment of the remains of Stephen

Girard-in Philadelphia. THERE were many kindred ties that tended to unite in holy brotherhood the good old State of North-Carolina (which he was proud of, as the land of his birth and his home and Pennsylvania.

Look back upon the pages of our history, and you will see the feeling of North-Carolina for Pennsylvania “ in times that tried men's souls.” If you go only to Germantown, there, on the 4th of October, 1777, its soil was watered by the proudest and best blood of North-Carolina. There a Nash, an IRWIN, and a TURNER offered up their lives upon the altar of our common country.

Such hallowed recollections connect us together in sympathy and feeling.

Your lovely city," the gem of the republic,” presents many objects that tend to inspire our patriotism, elevate and instruct our minds, and soften and refine our hearts. From the sacred Hall of Independence, within whose venerated walls the men of '76 pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honour," our love for freedom may receive fresh inspiration; and from the modest, yet enduring tomb of your Girard, our philanthropy and charity may receive renewed and kindling impulses.

In all that can elevate our nature, purify our minds, and, in the social relations, soften the asperities of life, where can Philadel. phia fired a compeer!

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FRANCIS Nash was a resident of Orange county. He was clerk of the court and member of Assembly under the colonial government.

He was the brother of Governor Abner Nash, and the uncle of Hon. Frederick Nash, now one of the judges of our supreme court.

In the contest for liberty he took an early and decided stand.

On the 22d of April, 1776, he was appointed, by the State congress, colonel of the first regiment of continental troops. From his bravery and talents he was soon promoted to be a brigadier-general.

He joined, with the North-Carolina troops, the army of the north, and commanded the reserve troops at the bloody battle of Germantown, on the 4th October, 1777. When in this position, covering the retreat of Washington, a spent cannon-ball struck him, carrying away his right thigh, and killed his horse, and, at the same moment, his gallant aid-de-camp, Major Witherspoon, son of Rev. Dr. Witherspoon, president of Nassau-Hall College.

He was carried from the field mortally wounded, with the retreating army; and at the house of Mr. De Haven, in Montgomery county, under most excruciating sufferings, he died the next day.

A memorial of his gallant services has been erected over his remains by the patriotic exertions of John Fanning Watson, Esq., of Germantown, in the Menonist burying-ground, at Kulperville,

, twenty-six miles from Philadelphia. It bears this inscription :

Vota vice mea, Jus Patria.

In Memory of
Mortally wounded at Battle of

Here interred October, 1777,
in presence of the army here



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THE Wilmington (N. C.) Herald, of September 20, 1851, has an article on the above-named grape, and in the course of it makes some proper remarks upon the manner in which North-Carolina has been deprived of honours justly due her. The Isabella grape is now more universally cultivated for table use than any other; and no intelligent person can taste this delicious fruit without being tempted to inquire into its origin and history.

It perhaps originated at Dorchester, in South-Carolina, and is probably a hybrid between a Burgundy grape introduced into South-Carolina by the Huguenots, and the Fox grape, a native of South and of North-Carolina. Such, it is said, is its origin; and at Dorchester, it is supposed, Governor Benjamin Smith of North-Carolina got some cuttings, which he planted in his garden, on the Cape-Fear, near or in Smithville.

From the garden of Governor Smith, Mrs. Isabella Gibbs, the lady of George Gibbs, Esq., of North-Carolina, carried a vine to New-York, and planted it on Long Island, where the quality of the grapes soon attracted general notice, and where, in honour of Mrs. Gibbs, it was named the Isabella. This much is certain : the Isabella grape found in the gardens of Colonel Gibbs on Long Island came from the plantation of Governor Smith in NorthCarolina. Whence it came to Smithville is not so well settled.

In the language of the Herald, "we do not like to see NorthCarolina shorn of her honours, whether it be in a state paper, the first throes of a nation desirous of freedom, or in the origin of a grape, humble though it may be in the consideration of others."

The Isabella grape will stand all climates; and it, the Catawba, and the Scuppernong, the three best and chief varieties of American grapes, may all be said to be natives of North-Carolina.



NATIVES of a land of glory,

Sons and daughters of the brave,
Read, oh, read our old State's story,

And, from mountain-top to wave,
Let us rise as one united,

And resolve, with might and main,
That we'll work, in good faith plighted,

Till she is herself again.


BY KENNETH RAYNER, OF NORTH-CAROLINA. My friend from Virginia, (Mr. Wise,) in the course of his remarks, made an allusion to my State, in reply to a playful remark of my friend and colleague, (Mr. Stanley, which I thought a little unkind, knowing, as he said he did, our sensitiveness on the subject. He remarked that North-Carolina had so long followed Virginia, that she now felt like an apprentice just set free. Sir, North-Carolina needs no defender here; and if she did, she would be unfortunate in having no abler advocate than myself. She disregards the reproaches and the vauntings of her Northern and her Southern neighbours. She stands not still, whilst the rest of the Union is marching on in the career of prosperity and improvement, to deal with the vague abstractions of the one, nor does she run mad after the wild vagaries of the other. But there she rests, calm and quiet as the surface of her eastern bays, yet firm and unshaken as her western hills. It is sufficient compliment to her to say, that while, on the north and on the south of her, the spirit of reform has been unable to contend with the demon of faction-on entering her borders, the flag of constitutional freedom is seen floating in triumph from her Atlantic beach to her mountain-tops. She reposes not idly on the fame of her ancestors; she boasts not vainly of their former renown; and if she has not as many bright names to adorn her history as those who revile her, she is at least saved the disgrace of violating their dying precepts, and of dishonouring their shades. Let it be recollected that Athens was once the proudest and noblest state of Greece. All the other members of that confederacy were glad to do her honour. Yet, in process of time, she was the first to surrender her freedom to the golden bribes of Philip; whilst the Thebans, who had once been the objects of her reproach, perished nobly on the field of Cheronea with the expiring liberties of Greece. The gentleman from Virginia may take the allusion, and apply it at bis leisure.—Speech in the House of Representatives of the United States.

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Words by WILLIAM GASTON.--Music by R. CULVER.

Published by James M. Edney, Asheville, N. C., 1850.

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2. Though she envies not others their merited glory,

Say, whose name stands higher in liberty's story?
Though too true to herself to crouch to oppression,
Who can yield to just rule a more loyal submission?

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3. Plain and artless her sons, but whose doors open faster

To the knock of the stranger, or tale of disaster ?
How like to the rudeness of their dear native mountains,
With rich ore in their bosoms, and life in their fountains!

Huzzah! &c
4. And her daughters, the queens of the forest resembling;

So graceful, so constant, to gentlest breath trembling:
And true lightwood at Mart, let the match be applied them!
How they kindle in fine! oh, none know but who've tried them!

Huzzah! &c.
5. Then let all those who love us, love the land that we live in,

As happy a region as on this side of heaven!
Where plenty and freedom, love and peace smile before us:
Raise aloud! raise together, the heart-thrilling chorus-

Huzzah! &c. 854

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