Those who knew him only at this period, represent him as an intemperate disagreeable vain-glorious man, and the few friends who followed him to the grave in June 1811, had reason to regret that he had not died earlier. For the Southern Literary Messenger. ANECDOTES OF PATRICK HENRY. _From the Manuscripts of the late David Meade Randolph_. The birth of party spirit has been variously conjectured: the result of the Richmond Convention for the adoption of the Federal Constitution, was one of its imputed parents. In the evening of the day of the final vote, General Meade and Mr. Cabell assembled the _discontents_ in the old Senate Chamber; and after a partial organization of the party, a deputation was sent to Patrick Henry inviting him to take the chair. The venerated patriot accepted. Understanding that it was their purpose to concert a plan of resistance to the operations of the Federal Government, he addressed the meeting with his accustomed animation upon important occasions; observing, "he had done his duty strenuously, in opposing the Constitution, in the _proper place_,--and with all the powers he possessed. The question had been fully discussed and settled, and, that as true and faithful republicans, they had all better go home! They should cherish it, and give it fair play--support it too, in order that the federal administration might be left to the untrammelled and free exercise of its functions:" reproving, moreover, the half suppressed factious spirit which he perceived had well nigh broken out. The impressive arguments of Mr. Henry produced the gratifying effect he had hoped for. * * * * * The purity of Henry's republicanism was such, as when dining with his brother Col. John Syme, at the Rocky Mills, during a May session of the Circuit Court held by Judge Iredell in Richmond, the company, composed of very respectable characters of both parties--'THE PEOPLE' as the first toast, upon removing the cloth, was pronounced very audibly by the host. Mr. Henry pushing his old black wig aside, as was his custom when much excited;--and, with _elbows akimbo!_ exclaimed, "What--brother, not drink GENERAL WASHINGTON? as we used to do!--for shame brother, for shame;"--and filled up his glass with a bumper of Thomson's Madeira, announcing the name of WASHINGTON. For the Southern Literary Messenger. YOUNG ROSALIE LEE. I love to forget Ambition And Hope, in the mingled thought Of valley and wood and meadow, Where whilome my spirit caught Affection's holiest breathings; Where, under the skies, with me Young Rosalie roved--aye drinking From Joy's bright Castaly. I think of the valley and river, The old wood bright with blossoms; Of the pure and chastened gladness Upspringing in our bosoms; I think of the lonely turtle So tongued with melancholy; And the hue of the drooping moonlight, And the starlight pure and holy!