I've no muscle to weary, no breast to decay, For I scorn the strength of your puny hands LESSON XXII. MECKLENBURGH. CHARLOTTE is in Mecklenburgh county; and the name of Mecklenburgh has acquired a fame as extensive as this great country. We do not mean, of course, to distinguish some counties in preference to others; and when we have mentioned the names of any, it was to define our position as we travelled, or to locate some celebrated incident. Mecklenburgh is associated with illustrious deeds, and the glory of these deeds is the common property of all North-Carolina. On the 20th of May, 1775, in Charlotte, the people of this county solemnly declared their independence of the British government; and this, you will observe, was more than a year before that national declaration of which all Americans are so proud. The manifesto was joyfully hailed by the freemen of the surrounding country, and it was undoubtedly the first paper of the kind published on the American continent. Its authors and friends were true to its principles, and, throughout the eventful war of the Revolution, manifested the same spirit with which they began the drama. They were tried in a fiery ordeal, and were indeed in a very exposed position. The generals and soldiers of England paid them several visits; and such was the reception given to these invaders, that Mecklenburgh received from them the appellation of "Hornets' Nest." These hornets did wonderfully annoy the British lion, and they deserve in history an honourable distinction. Look back once more on the Central Railroad. At one end it branches into two trunks, resting on the waters of the east at New-Berne and Wilmington, the early seats of power in North Carolina, and the centres of wealth and fashion, in former times, of British America; and converging afterwards, the main stem passes through the city of Raleigh, a city named after the greatest Englishman of his day, and the first who planted a colony on American soil. Thence it runs in view of the field of ALAMANCE, a spot that will for ever be dear to every freeman's heart, for here was shed the first blood for liberty; and a little farther on is the battlefield of Guilford. The spires of the peaceful town of Salem, with its many associations pleasant and tender, are nearly in view; the ancient and historical city of Salisbury is passed; and, finally, it terminates at MECKLENBURGH, the scene of the first declaration of independence on the Western continent. Thus this enterprise passes through a region rich in historic interest, and the names along its borders are names that will always shine like stars in the dusky firmament of the past. LESSON XXIII. LINES, By Mrs. W. J. CLARKE, of North-Carolina. ALL hail to thee, thou good old State, the noblest of the band Who raised the flag of liberty in this our native land! All hail to thee! thy worthy sons were first to spurn the yoke; We lay upon our country's shrine, in answer to her call." Devote your time and talents to retrieve her tarnish'd fame. *The battle of Guilford was one of the few where bayonets were crossed. Ye are scatter'd through the Union, and, by your sterling worth, In the ranks of the mechanic, or as tillers of the ground, Then why desert those mountains where first your ardent soul, I tell you ye are wanting in the noble pride of State, To add one single jewel to the crown upon her brow. You are entering, from her college, the battle-fields of life, And her fostering care has arm'd you right nobly for the strife; Walk onward, then, to glory; seek literary fame, And with the pen of history write Carolina's name. THERE are still two cismontane rivers, or rivers on this, the eastern side of the mountains, which we have not yet reached. These are the Catawba and Broad Rivers. The last has three prongs or branches in North-Carolina; and these, called First, Second, and Third Broad River, drain a picturesque, rich, and desirable country, immediately east of the Blue Ridge on the South-Carolina line, near which they come together, forming the Broad River of the latter State. The Catawba runs between the Yadkin and the Broad, and nearly parallel with them, and, like them, takes its rise in the mountains of North-Carolina, and goes into South-Carolina. Its head-waters come from a land of beauty and plenty; and the main channel washes one of the finest regions of the globe. The name is derived from a tribe of Indians who inhabited the upland districts of the State; and it falls smoothly and sonorously on the ear, the very sound seeming strangely blended with rague fancies and memories of a sweet and tender character. When we first approach its banks, we are pleased with the soundof its rushing waters; and as we ascend the blue hills along its borders,, we imagine ourselves already in the mountains. We pass through scenes that look like the dim recollections of happy dreams; and we are sometimes unable to realize that we are actually among the terrestrial haunts of men. This is the country of the fairies; and here they have their shady dells and their mock-mountains, and their green valleys, thrown into ten thousand shapes of beauty. But higher up are the Titan hills; and when we get among them, we will find the difference between the abodes of the giants and their elfin neighbours. The Catawba gives name to the best native grape now grown on the American soil; and it waters a country universally rich and universally beautiful. The productions are various, valuable, and very abundant; and · the population, which is becoming very dense, contains, in the highest degree, all those elements attributed to the people inhabiting the middle districts of the State. It is a vigorous, progressive, and moral race, and it is pleasant to behold a picture of humanity so generally robust and happy. The water power on this river is immense, and of incalculable value, and gold, iron and marble abound along its borders; and hence we may look forward to the day when factories of various kinds, rich farms, innumerable herds, orchards, meadows, forges. of iron, mines of gold, and quarries of marble will reward the industry and enterprise of a numerous, refined, and healthy population. And long, bright, sunny years have flown And many a soft and balmy breeze And never, since that golden morn For that sweet flower, the silvery wave As it sweeps onward to the sea, Pours strains of plaintive melody To it was at its natal hour, And when, from off its native shore, "Twill fadeless bloom in heaven. |