which are as small as we can live comfortably on.

Brethren-You want us to travel with you, and look for new lands. If we should sell our lands and move off into a distant country towards the setting sun, we should be looked upon in the country to which we go, as foreigners and strangers, and be despised by the red, as well as the white men, and we should soon be surrounded by the white people, who will there also kill our game, come upen our lands, and try to get them from us.

Brother-We are determined not to sell our lands, but to continue on them -we like them-they are fruitful and produce us corn in abundance for the support of our women and children, and grass and herbs for our cattle.

Brother At the treaties held for the purchase of our lands, the white men with sweet voices, and smiling faces, told us they loved us, and that they would not cheat us, but that the king's children on the other side the Lake would cheat us. When we go on the other side the Lake the king's children tell us your people will cheat us. These things puzzle our heads, and we believe that the Indians must take care of themselves, and not trust either in your people or in the king's children.

Brother-At a late Council we requested our agents to tell you that we would not sell our lands, and we think you have not spoken to our agents, or they would have told you so, and we should not have met you at our Coun

cil fire at this time

Brother-The white people buy and sell false rights to our lands, and your employers have, you say, paid a great price for their rights They must have a plenty of money, to spend it in buying false rights to lands belonging todians. The loss of it will not hurt them, but our lands are of great value to us, and we wish you to go

back with our Talk to your employers, and to tell them and the Yorker, that they have no right to buy and se!! false rights to, our lands.

Brother-We hope you clearly understand the ideas we have offered. This is all we have to say.

The Speech of Sagon Ha, which signifies The Keeper awake, a chief of Seneca Nation of Indians, known by the white people by the name of Red Jacket, in answer to a speech of the Reverend Mr. Alexander, a Missionary from the Missionary Society in New York, to that Nation. Delivered at a Council held at Buffaloe Creek, in May, 1811.

Brother We listened to the talk you delivered to us from the Council of Black Coats in New York. We have fully considered your talk, and the offers you have made us, which we perfectly understand, and we return our answer to them, which we wish you also to understand. In making up our minds, we have looked back, and remembered what has been done in our days, and what our fathers have told us was done in old times.

Brother-Great numbers of Black Coats have been among the Indians, and with sweet voices and smiling faces, have offered to teach them the religion of the white people. Our brethren in the East listened to themturned from the religion of their fathers, and took up the religion of the white people. What good has it done? Are they more friendly one to another than we are? No, brother, they are a divided people; we are united--they quarrel about religion, we live in love and friendship; they drink strong waters, have learnt how to cheat, and practice all the vices of the white people, which disgrace Indians without imitating the virtues of the white people. Brother, if you are our wellwishers, keep away, and do not disturb us.

Brother

Brother-We do not worship the Great Spirit as the white people do, but we believe the forms of worship are indifferent to the Great Spirit; it is the homage of a sincere heart that pleases him, and we worship him in this manner.

According to your religion, we must believe in a father and son, or will not be happy hereafter. We have always believed in a father, and we wo ship him as we were taught by our fathers. Your book says that the Son was sent on earth by the Father Did all the people who saw the Son believe him? No, they did not, and the consequence must be known to you, if you have , read the book.

Brother-You wish us to change our religion for yours-we like our religion and do not want another. Our friends (pointing to Messrs. Granger,* Parish, and Taylor) do us great good -they counsel us in our troubles, and tell us how to make us comfortable. Our friends the Quakers do more than this, they give us ploughs, and instruct us how to use them. They tell us we are accountable beings, but do not say we must change our religion. We are satisfied with what they do.

Brother-For these reasons we cannot receive your offers, we have other things to do, and beg you to make your mind easy, and not trouble lest our heads should be too much loaded, and by and by burst.

From the New York Columbian.

IRISH MUSICAL ANECDOTE.

MR. HOLT.

us,

Music is admired by all classes of the Irish; particularly their own ancient melodies, which are exquisitely beautiful. Erin's Harp, which has

long hung on the willows, is just now strung by the patriotic citizens of Belfast and Dublin, Nor is that favorite instrument, the Irish bagpipe, left unnoticed; it, sweet and cheering sounds are once more to be heard in the halls of our nobles.

Ireland has produced a great many musical gemuses. Among this class may justly be enrolled the name of James Spence, a celebrated piper of Munster.

What Dermody was in Poetry, Greek and Latin, at the early age of eight years, Spence was in Music, at a still earlier period. Spence was, like Dermody, dissipated; and they both fell early victims to imprudence--the poet, cut off at twenty-seven, and the son of harmony in his twenty-eighth year. Had those young men been temperate, had they the same 1egard for character they had for dissipation, they might have lived to be the admiration of the learned, and shining ornaments of society. The sketch of Spence's life which follows, is at your disposal.

ARTHUR.

SKETCH OF THE LIFE OF SPENCE.

This extraordinary genius, was born of oscure and poor parents, in the vicinity of Mallow. He gave early proof of his taste for music, by the delight he took in tuning reeds. Even at the age of six, the soft sounds which he extracted from those rustic and simple instrumente, astonished his neighbours, who all prophesied he would be the greatest piper that ever played.

At the age of eighteen, he displayed his powers in a manner, that astonished all who had the pleasure to hear him. His fame soon spread far

and

and near, and this son of harmony was courted, sought for, and solicited by the first families, to visit them in their festive routs, and gave a relish to their splendid and hospitable tables with the melody of his national instru

ment.

Spence became an eminent musician, before he understood a note in a music book. Such was his taste, and the extent of his genius, that he excelled every one who had ever attempted to play on the pipes in competition with him; and by his instructive professional intimations to them afterwards, and charmingly illustrative specimens of pastoral music, he soon cured them of that chagrin, which they all manifested, more or less, on perceiving themselves so completely outdone. By these kind offices on such occasions, he improved himself wonderfully, and brought this rude instrument to a degree of perfection, almost incredible. He was followed by disciples from all parts of the kingdom, and even the Scotch deigned to come over and be taught by this Irish Pan.

Spence's fancy was so fine, and his imagination so unbounded, that he played the most simple pieces of music with variations and additions of his own, which though extempore, were the most pertinent and curiously adapted that could well be imagined: and these caused the greatest admira. tion in several amateurs and skilful professors of the science, who heard him, and were informed; to his natural abilities chiefly, they were indebted for such astonishing displays of musical genius. But what was more extraordinary, he seldom, if ever, repeated the same variations; but with an originality of genius, as often as he repeated the tune, added new

ones.

There is a curious anecdote of Spence, which is related by Mr. Gehogan, whose admirable skill, in performing on the bagpipe, or pastoral, as he calls it, is pretty well known

amongst many of the politer circles in that province, and who is himself, known, and admired, as the author and publisher of a charming collection of tunes, curiously adapted to his favorite instrument. This anecdote was related to me by a Mr. Jackson, and is as follows:

Mr. Gehogan, when in London, had contracted a very intimate and cordial friendship with a gentleman of that city, who now ranks highly in the musical world. This gentleman had occasion to go to Ireland, and on a certain day, riding in company with his friend, through a village in Munster, not far from the place where Mr. Jackson, (the celebrated author of the Morning Brush, and other much admired Irish pastoral tunes) resided; their discourse naturally turned upon music. Mr. G. observed, that it was absolutely incredible, to what a pitch of excellence, the music of the "Irish pastoral? had arrived. The English gentleman, with that iadiscreet bluntness which characterises very many of his countrymen, burst into a hearty fit of laughter. But perceiving that his risibility had evidently discomposed his Irish friend, (who was a true Milesian, and not quite familiarised to tameness under such treatment)" My dear Gehogan, (says he), I beg your pardon. Excuse my laughing-Ha haha! for, ha-ha-ha! I really cannot help it: Why, sir, I don't know a more simple instrument in nature." "Faith, you hit it! (replied Gehogan, laughing in his turn.) The bagpipe (or pastoral, as I call it,) is a simple instrument; for it breathes the pure simple language of nature, and therefore it is best relished and admired by those children of simple genuine nature, whose tastes are therefore purely native, and not refined, or rather perverted by art, to relish those mad strains which we hear tortured from catgut, wire, and wind, in most of our fashionable orchestras.”— "And give me leave, (returned the Englishman,

Englishman, rather warmly,) to tell you plainly, that your arguments (if I may call them such) breathe the very language of prejudice, and of a taste most sadly perverted. "Why, sir, if I did not know you so well, I should hardly think you were in earnest. I should naturally be apt to imagine, that you had a whimsical desigu of playing a tune upon my feelings. I could say much more upon your simple instrument, (as you very properly call it) whose notes are only from D to D, and which has been as long contemptible to some, as ever it was agreeable to others. But I perceive that neither of us have ears to hear, nor hearts properly to feel the other's sentiments on this subject; and prejudice may operate on my side as well as on yours: therefore, we will, if you please, change the topic."

He had talked on thus far, when they came nearly up to Mr. Jackson's house, where Mr. G. was very inti mate, and where he knew our musical hero was most frequently to be found. "Now sir, (said Mr. G. very confidently) now I think I shall have an opportunity of appealing to your feel ings for the truth of my assertions, if you will not allow them the name of argument. The master of the house just before us, is a great musical genius; he is not only a very skilful performer upon the Irish pastoral, but the author of several light airs, such as songs, reels, jigs, and hornpipes; all in the Irish taste: and they are universally esteemed as the first modern productions of their kind. I know your taste lies a different way; yet I am confident you will be highly gratified in the company of my friend. To use a bold expression, he possesses as systematic and as hospitable a soul as ever animated the body of an Irishman; and, on my account, you will meet from him a hearty headhemelia efanliherodhe; that is, sir, a hundred thousand welcomes. But what gives me most pleasure is this, you stand a

chance of being feasted with Irish music, and that from one of the greatest pipers that ever squeezed a bag."

My dear sir, (replied the English gentleman) I feel myself heartily obliged by your friendship; but I hope you will please to excuse me from the disagreeable task of listening to bagpipe music; for I assure you most sincerely, that I would just as soon listen to the cries of a pig that a dog had caught by the ear." Mr. G. felt a violent return of his chagrin at the conclusion of this reply, which all the apparent warmth of gratitude with which it was introduced could not palliate. However, being just arrived at Mr. Jackson's door, he prudently stifled his emotions.

On alighting, he was soon accosted by his hospitable and musical friend, with the accepted welcome. His English friend was then introduced, and received very agreeably, and with as much familiarity as if he had been an old acquaintance. They were both provided with a comfortable lodging there for a couple of nights, and received such entertainment as strongly prepossessed the rough heart of our English gentleman in favor of his Irish host; and he soon became in some degree reconciled (more from a principle of gratitude than politeness) to what, in all probability, he would otherwise have spurned at; namely, a lilt on the bagpipes. It was therefore, perhaps fortunate, that when this visitor first came, Spence was not to be found.

Our hero was soon introduced to Mr. Jackson's visitants. Though a sightly lad, when dressed with moderate decency, his present figure set the English gentleman a laughing, and disgusted poor Gehogan to the very soul; for his clothes, (which were old black ones of very fine cloth) were rumpled greatly, in what is called a beggar's press. Mr. Jackson made him compose his dress and appearance; then, by Mr. Gehogan's desire, he

supped

supped with the company; and after taking three bumpers of Irish wine, he complied with that gentleman's request, to treat them with a few tunes on his pastoral. While he was put ting his instrument together and tun ing it, the contortions of the English gentleman's countenance, which were highly expressive of the most disgust ful apprehensions, afforded some cause of uneasiness to Mr. Gehogan. But how agreeable was the surprise of that gentleman upon seeing in the aspect and demeanor of his friend, the most placid change that can well be imagined; effected almost instantaneously by the facinating music of our hero! Mr. Spence played Carolan's Receipt; but scarcely had he finished the second part of the tune, when the countenance of our English musical genius brightened with visible ecstacy, and his hands involuntarily went in repeated contact to applaud music he had so little expected, and which he had imagined was not possible to be extracted from so rude and so simple an instrument. At one time he would exclaim "Excellent!" and at another “ O, the charming fellow!" "Well, sir, (says Mr. G. to his fellow traveller,) how do you like that? Don't you think "« Hush! hush! my dear sir, (exclaimed the other) let us not be interrupted: it is really charm. ing.!"

In a word, this justly celebrated English musical genius, declared that he never was more highly entertained with music in his life. But that which delighted and astonished him. most, was, an incredible number of curious variations which the performer introduced, and that with a most exquisite taste, into every tune he played; but more particularly into two or three tunes that he asked for, one of which he was obliged to teach him by singing, and hinting a note to him now and then, as he began to try it on his chaunter.

Speice was often found at college,

dispelling the thick vapours of metaphysics with his cheerful and merry notes. In this seminary of profound science, he often diverted hunself with learned fellows, and received ample libations from the generous sons of hospitable patrons Bost unhappily,: for Irish music, he, one night, dipt too deep, and provoked his benefactors to discipline him in a very severe manner; the four fingers of his right hand were all broken, and his execution on the pastoral for many months suspended. Before this sore period, he played upon a double_chaunter; but. from the contraction of his fingers, he was now obliged to adopt a single one. This inconvenience set him upon maɩ king some useful improvements in that part of his instrument, and in these he succeeded to a miracle, When he was praised for those charming improvemeats, he would say of himself, that his genius got the finishing stroke at the university.

This great but unfortunate young man concluded his career before he reached the early age of twenty-eight..

From this cursory and imperfect sketch of the life of this singular man, it may be inferred, what an acquisition he would have been to the musical world, had he lived long, and cultivated those splendid talents which nature had so largely bestowed upon him.

Conversion to English Christianity.

In the year 1798, when the profession of popery was solemnly decreed to be treason by the Major, and the whipping legislators of Beresford's Riding-House, several Catholics adopted the loyal precaution of conforming to the English interpretation of the law and the gospels. Among others, who preferred their safety in the world they knew, to the one they were told of, was a man of the name of Campbell, a bricklayer on SummerHill, in Dublin. Not being much intoxicated by the picture he had

heard