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It was not till the 20th of March, 1590, that Governor White embarked [at London] in three ships to seek his colony and his children. White found the island of Roanoke a desert. As he approached he sounded a signal trumpet, but no answer was heard to disturb the melancholy stillness that brooded over the deserted spot. What had become of the wretched colonists? No man may with certainty say: for all that White found to indicate their fate was a high post bearing on it the letters CRO, and at the former site of their village he found a tree which had been deprived of its bark and bore in well cut characters the word CROATAN. There was some comfort in finding no cross carved above the word, but this was all the comfort the unhappy father and grandfather could find. He of course hastened back to the fleet, determined instantly to go to Croatan, but a combination of unpropitious events defeated his anxious wishes; storms and a deficiency of food forced the vessels to run for the West Indies for the purpose of refitting, wintering and returning; but even in this plan White was disappointed and found himself reluctantly compelled to run for the western islands and thence for England. Thus ended the effort to find the lost colony; they were never heard of. That they went to Croatan, where the natives were friendly, is almost certain; that they became gradually incorporated with them is probable from the testimony of a historian [John Lawson] who lived in North Carolina and wrote [published] in 1714: "The Hatteras Indians who lived on Roanoke Island or much frequented it, tell us," (says he) "that several of their ancestors were white people and could talk in a book, as we do; the truth of which is confirmed by gray eyes being found frequently amongst these Indians and no others."
GEORGE DENISON PRENTICE.
GEORGE DENISON PRENTICE was born in Preston, Connecticut, and was a teacher and lawyer in early life. 1830 he went to Kentucky, and a year afterward became editor of the Louisville "Journal," which position he held and made illustrious during the remainder of his life. His wit and humor gave him great influence, and his paper, afterwards consolidated with the "Courier" and known as the "Courier-Journal," became a power in politics, commerce, and society. A fine statue of him adorns the CourierJournal building in Louisville, and his fame is by no means forgotten. "Prenticeana" is a collection of his witty and pungent paragraphs. See Memorial address by his successor, Henry Watterson.
Life of Henry Ciay.
Poems, edited by John James Piatt.
Prenticeana, [with life-sketch.]
Mr. Prentice's best known poem is the “ Closing Year," which elocutionists have kept before the public and which has often inspired young poets to sad verses on the passing of time.
THE CLOSING YEAR.
'Tis midnight's holy hour-and silence now
Is brooding, like a gentle spirit, o'er
The still and pulseless world. Hark! on the winds,
* By permission of Robert Clarke & Co., Cincinnati,
No funeral train
Is sweeping past; yet on the stream and wood,
In mournful cadences, that come abroad
'Tis a time
For memory and for tears. Within the
And holy visions that have passed away
On the dead waste of life. That spectre lifts
And, bending mournfully above the pale,
Sweet forms that slumber there, scatters dead flowers O'er what has passed to nothingness.
Has gone, and, with it, many a glorious throng
Flashed in the light of midday—and the strength
Yet, ere it melted in the viewless air,
Fierce spirit of the glass and scythe! what power