32 THE FORESTERS. 



So, from the mast, when boisterous tempests roar, 

 And the tost vessel labors far from shore, 

 The toil-worn sailor all around him spies 

 One sea of mountains mingling with the skies. 



At length with vast descent we winding go, 



And see the river gliding deep below ; 



And up the vale, suspended o'er the path, 



A sign-board waving o'er the hut beneath ; 



The straggling characters with soot portrayed, 



Defied a while all efforts that we made ; 



At length we spelt this precious piece of lore : 



" Pat Dougherty's Hotel and Drygood store." 



Blest tidings ! welcome to the wandering wight, 



As sheltered harbors in stormy night ; 



And thou, sweet Muse ! in lofty numbers tell 



The matchless comforts of this log hotel. 



Here streams of smoke the entering stranger greet ; 

 Here man and beast with equal honors meet; 

 The cow loud bawling fills the spattered door; 

 The sow and pigs grunt social round the floor ; 

 Dogs, cats, and ducks, in mingling groups appenr, 

 And all that filth can boast of, riots here. 

 Happy the hungry souls who hither speed ! 

 Here, like cameleons, they may freely feed ; 

 Here champ, with vigorous jaws, the empty air ; 

 Without a bottom find one broken chair; 

 On dirty benches snore the night away, 

 Aud rise like thieves upon their judgment day. 

 Y* threadbare pilgrims ! halt as ye pass by, 



