WEDNESDAY, MARCH 11, 1989.
We are extremely sorry to inform our patrons that our last papers, a few hours after leaving this place, were nearly lost. It appears that the post rider, in attempting to cross the Holly Creek, fell from his horse and dropt the mail bag. The rider escaped with difficulty, and the bags were not obtained until seven hours after. The Post Master of Springplace writes, that 'the papers are all injured, and the directions on the bundles which held together are defaced -- in short the whole mail is in a miserable situation. I will however open and dry them as well as I can, and send them on.' We regret that this unhappy circumstance has happened.
We did not consider the lines inserted in our fourth page, under the above title, aas being the composition of an Indian. We admitted them, simply because the subject of them was an Indian. We have conversed with a friend who informs us that he saw them, he believes, in print, a number of year-ago; he think were were composed by lady in Charleston. Mr. Brown, the brother, and the subject of the poetry, probably communicated the name of the Supreme Being to the writer, who, mistaking the letter e for for e wrote galvlatichi, instead galvlatiehi.
FOR THE CHEROKEE PHOENIX.
MR. EDITOR -- In the 29th number of the Phoenix, under the title, 'True glory,' I observed a relation of an interview that took place between Ignatius and Havier. The argements urged by the former to induce the latter to exert his powers in objects more rational and lasting, than the vain and empty things of time, I conceive to be very strong. And the sequel of Havier's history shews how fully he became convinced of the force and reality of the subject.
And really, Mr. Editor, if we pay that attention to the subject, which its merit demands, we shall irresistibly come to the same conclusion. We are born to die. The christian religion is undeniable. If we have no hope of a blessed immortaility, we ought not to postpone repentance: if we have, it is the part of wisdom to devote the best and noblest powers of our souls to the best of causes, the eternal well being of our fellow men. Many of the youth of our country, like Havier, exhibit marks of strong judgement and vigorous intellect. That it becomes them to aspire after the best and the greatest ends, they will readily admit. That aside from the glory of God and the duties we owe to Him, all else is vanity and vexation of spirit, they cannot deny: nay, they are sensible of the instability of all human affairs. 'For the fashion of the world passeth away,' and all its beauty and splender leave but an aching void. 'Verily every man living is altogether vanity; for man walketh in a vain show.' 'He heapeth up riches and can not tell who shall gather them.' What will it avail to have governed provices and nations to have commanded victorious armies, and to have rolled in all the wealth, which the east and west can give, in the great day of final accounts?
Our actions, then, should have a wise reference to eternity. We should fulfil the great end of our existence, by devoting ourselves, our talents and our all, to God. This true and unfading glory. I have only to add, that Havier did well; may the youth of our country 'to and do likewise.'
A CHEROKEE FARMER
Willistown, Feb. 23, 1829.