Timothy Flint, Pioneer, Missionary, Author, Editor, 1780-1840: The Story of His Life Among the Pioneers and Frontiersmen in the Ohio and Mississippi Valley and in New England and the South

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Arthur H. Clark Company, 1911 - Mississippi River Valley - 331 pages
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Flint, Timothy, -- 1780-1840.
Mississippi River Valley.
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Page 300 - The rolling waters onward glide. ' There is no marble monument, There is no stone, with graven lie, To tell of love and virtue blent In one almost too good to die. We needed no such useless trace To point us to her resting place.
Page 298 - Tis there the faded floweret sleeps. She sleeps alone, she sleeps alone, And summer's forests o'er her wave ; And sighing winds at autumn moan Around the little stranger's grave, As though they murmur'd at the fate Of one so lone and desolate. In sounds that seem like Sorrow's own, Their funeral dirges faintly creep ; Then...
Page 299 - And parting tears, like rain-drops, fell Upon her lonely place of rest. May angels guard it ! — may they bless Her slumbers in the wilderness ! She sleeps alone, she sleeps alone ; For, all unheard, on yonder shore, The sweeping flood, with torrent moan, At evening lifts its solemn roar, As in one broad, eternal tide, Its rolling waters onward glide.
Page 269 - The most agreeable acquaintance I made in Cincinnati, and indeed one of the most talented men I ever met, was Mr. Flint, the author of several extremely clever volumes, and the editor of the Western Monthly Review. His conversational powers are of the highest order: he is the only person I remember to have known with first rate powers of satire, and even of sarcasm, whose kindness of nature and of manner remained perfectly uninjured.
Page 269 - ... uninjured. In some of his critical notices, there is a strength and keenness second to nothing of the kind I have ever read. He is a warm patriot, and so true-hearted an American that we could not always be of the same opinion on all the subjects we discussed ; but whether it were the force and...
Page 140 - Nyeswunger, with a silver beard that flowed down his chin, came forward and asked me if I were willing that he should perform some of their peculiar rites. I of course wished to hear them. He opened a very ancient version of Luther's hymns, and they all began to sing in German, so loud that the woods echoed the strain ; and yet there was something affecting in the singing of these ancient people, carrying one of their brethren to his long home, in the use of the language and rites which they had...
Page 244 - Fifteen years later it received the body of Dr. James Flint, which rests just beside that of his "more than brother." Several members of Doctor Flint's family are buried here also, but the circle was not completed until about a year ago, when the last child of Doctor Flint, Miss Amelia G. Flint, ninety-two years of age, was buried there. The graves of the two friends occupy the center of the lot. "David and Jonathan" are united in death as they were in life. Over the grave of Mr. Flint was erected...
Page 26 - All would tend to make the boy decide to see some day for himself. Concerning the stories he tells us: The wags of the day exercised their wit, in circulating caricatured and exaggerated editions of the stories of the first adventurers, that there were springs of brandy; flax, that bore little pieces of cloth on the stems; enormous pumpkins and melons, and the like. Accounts the most horrible were added of hoop snakes of such deadly malignity, that a sting, which they bore in their tails, when it...
Page 72 - ... with the different kinds of game. In these respects his house strongly reminded me of the pictures, which my reading had presented me, of old English hospitality. He is a small, and rather sallowlooking man; who does not exactly meet the associations that connect themselves with the name of general. But he grows upon the eye, and upon more intimate acquaintance. There is something imposing in the dignified simplicity of his manners. In the utter want of all show, and insignia, and trappings,...
Page 187 - This particular object, Mr. Flint felt, was of much importance because, he says: ". . . one, who has not seen can not know, with what a curl of the lip, and crook of the nose an Atlantic reviewer contemplates the idea of a work written west of the Alleghany mountains.

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