stricken few remain; but how unlike their bold, untamable *progenitors. The Indian of +falcon glance and lion bearing, the theme of the touching ballad, the hero of the pathetic tale, is gone! and his degraded offspring crawls upon the soil, where he walked in majesty, to remind us how miserable is man, when the foot of the conqueror is on his neck. 4. As a race, they have withered from the land. Their arrows are broken, their springs are dried up, their cabins are in the dust. Their council-fire has long since gone out on the shore, and their war-cry is fast fading to the untrodden west. Slowly and sadly they climb the distant mountains, and read their doom in the setting sun. They are shrinking before the mighty tide which is pressing them away; they must soon hear the roar of the last wave, which will settle over them forever. Ages hence, the inquisitive white man, as he stands by some growing city, will ponder on the structure of their disturbed remains, and wonder to what manner of persons they belonged. They will live only in the songs and chronicles of their texterminators. Let these be faithful to their rude virtues, as men, and pay due tribute to their unhappy fate, as a people. CXII. - RED JACKET, THE INDIAN CHIEF. FITZ GREENE HALLECK is a native of Connecticut, but resides in New York. He has written little, but stands very high as an American poet. ROB ROY and ROBIN HOOD. These were celebrated outlaws, the one of Scotland, the other of England. UPAS; a poisonous tree which grows in India. 1. THOU wert a monarch born. Tradition's pages Tell not the planting of thy parent tree, But that the forest tribe have bent for ages, 2. Thy name is princely, though no poet's +magic And introduced it into pantomime. 3. Yet it is music in the language spoken As nobly fought for, and as proud a token As 1CŒUR DE LION'S, of a warrior's soul. 4. Thy +garb-though Austria's bosom stars would frighten 5. Yet 't is a brave one, scorning wind and weather, As Rob Roy's tartan for the Highland +heather, 6 Is strength a monarch's merit? (like a whaler's?) 7. Is eloquence? Her spell is thine, that reaches The heart, and makes the wisest heads its sport; 8. Is beauty? Thine has with thy youth departed; Of winning, fettering, tmolding, twielding, bending, 10. Thou hast it. At thy bidding, men have crowded And minstrel-minds, without a blush, have +shrouded, 11. Who will believe-not I-for in deceiving Lies the dear charm of life's delightful dream ; I can not spare the luxury of believing 12. Who would believe, that, with a smile whose blessing As e'er won maiden's lip in moonlight bower; 1 Cœur de Lion, (pro. Keur de Lee-on,) lion-hearted, a name given to Richard I, of England. 13. With look, like patient Job's, teschewing evil; With motions graceful as a bird's in air ; Thou art, in sober truth, the +veriest devil, That e'er clinch'd fingers in a captive's hair? 14. That in thy veins there springs a poison fountain, Love, hatred, pride, hope, sorrow,—all, save fear. 17. Hope that thy wrongs will be, by the Great Spirit Thy name, thy fame, thy passions, and thy throne. 1. THE Kirk of Auchindown stands, with its burialground, on a little, green hill, surrounded by an irregular and straggling village, or rather about a hundred +hamlets clustering round it, with their fields and gardens. A few of these gardens come close up to the church-yard wall, and, in spring time, many of the fruit trees hang, rich and beautiful, over the adjacent graves. The voices and the laughter of the children at play on the green before the parish school, or their composed murmur, when at their various lessons together in the room, may be distinctly heard all over the burial-ground. So may the song of the maidens going to the well; while all around, the singing of birds is thick and hurried; and a small rivulet, as if brought there to be an *emblem of passing time, glides away beneath the mossy wall, murmuring continually a dream-like tune round the dwellings of the dead. 2. In the quiet of the evening, my venerable friend took me with him into the church-yard. We walked to the eastern corner, where, as we approached, I saw a monument standing almost by itself, and, even at that distance, appearing to be of a somewhat different character from any other in the burial-ground. And now we stood close to, and before it. It was a low monument of the purest white marble; simple, but perfectly elegant and graceful withal, and upon its unadorned slab, lay the sculptured images of two children asleep in each other's arms. 3. Around it, was a small piece of the greenest ground, without the protection of any rail, but obviously belonging to the monument. It shone, without offending them, among simpler or ruder burial-beds round about it; and, although the costliness of the materials, the affecting beauty of the design, and the delicacy of its execution, all showed that there slept the offspring neither of the poor nor low in life, yet so meekly and sadly did it lift up its unstained little. walls, and so well did its unusual elegance meet and blend with the character of the common tombs, that no heart could see it without sympathy, and without owning, that it was a pathetic ornament of a place, filled with the ruder memorials of the very humblest dead. 4. "Six years ago," said my venerable companion, “I was an old man, and wished to have silence and stillness in my house, that my communion with Him before whom I expected every day to be called, might be undisturbed. Accordingly, my Manse, that used to ring with boyish glee, was now quiet; when, a lady, elegant, graceful, beautiful, young, and a widow, came to my dwelling, and her soft, sweet, silver voice, told me that she was from England. She was the +relict of an officer slain in war; and having heard one who had lived in my house, speak of his happy and innocent time there, she earnestly requested me to receive beneath my roof, her two sons. She, herself, lived with the bed-ridden mother of her dead husband; and anxious for the growing minds of her boys, she sought to commit them, for a short time, to my care. They and their mother soon won an old man's heart; and I could say nothing in topposition to her request, but that I was upward of three score and ten years old. But I am living still; and that is their monument." 5. We sat down at these words, on the sloping head-stone of the grave, just opposite to this little, beautiful *structure; and without entreaty, and as if to bring back upon his heart the delight of old, tender remembrances, the venerable man thus continued. 6. "The lady left them with me in the Manse; surely the two most beautiful and engaging creatures that ever died in youth. They were twins. Like were they unto each other, as two bright-plumaged doves of one color, or two flowers with the same blossom and the same leaves. They were dressed alike, and whatever they wore, in that did they seem more especially beautiful. Their hair was the same, a bright auburn; their voices were as one; so that the twins were inseparable in my love, whether I beheld them, or my dim eyes were closed. 7. "From the first hour they were left alone with me, and without their mother in the Manse, did I begin to love them ; nor were they slow in returning an old man's affection. They stole up to my side, and submitted their smooth, glossy, leaning heads to my withered and trembling hand; nor, for awhile, could I tell, as the sweet beings came gliding *gladsomely near me, which was Edward and which was Henry; and often did they, in winning playfulness, try to deceive my loving heart. But they could not defraud each other of their tenderness; for whatever the one received, that was ready to be +bestowed upon the other. To love the one more than the other was impossible. 8. "Sweet creatures! It was not long before I learned to distinguish them. That which seemed to me, at first, so perfectly the same, soon unfolded itself with many delightful *varieties, and then I wondered how I ever could have mistaken them for one another. Different shadows played upon their hair; that of the one being silky and smooth, and of the other, slightly curled at the edges, and clustering thickly, when he flung back his locks in playfulness or joy. His eyes, though of a hazel hue, like those of his brother, were |