Brady's party; whose only safety was in a hasty retreat, which, from the ardor of the pursuit, soon became a perfect flight. Brady directed his men to separate, and each one to take care of himself; but the Indians knowing Brady, and having a most inveterate hatred and dread of him, from the numerous chastisements which he had inflicted upon them, left all the others, and with united strength pursued him alone.

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The Cuyahoga here makes a wide bend to the south, including a large tract of several miles of surface, in the form of a peninsula within this tract the pursuit was hotly contested. The Indians, by extending their line to the right and left, forced him on to the bank of the stream. Having, in peaceable times, often hunted over this ground, with the Indians, and knowing every turn of the Cuyahoga, as familiarly as the villager knows the streets of his own hamlet, Brady directed his course to the river, at a spot where the whole stream is compressed, by the rocky cliffs, into a narrow channel of only twenty-two feet across the top of the chasm, although it is considerably wider beneath, near the water, and in height more than twice the number of feet above the current. Through this pass the water rushes like a racehorse, chafing and roaring at the confinement of its current by the rocky channel; while, a short distance above, the stream is at least fifty yards wide.

As he approached the chasm, Brady, knowing that life or death was in the effort, concentrated his mighty powers, and leaped the stream at a single bound. It so happened that, in the opposite cliff, the leap was favored by a low place, into which he dropped; and, grasping the bushes, he thus helped himself to ascend to the top of the cliff. The Indians, for a few moments, were lost in wonder and admiration; and before they had recovered their recollection, he was half way up the side of the opposite hill, but still within reach of their rifles. They could easily have shot him at any moment before; but being bent on taking him alive, for torture, and to glut their long delayed revenge, they forbore the use of their rifles; yet now, seeing him likely to escape, they all fired upon him: one bullet wounded him severely in the hip, but not so badly as to prevent his progress.

The Indians having to make a considerable circuit before they could cross the stream, Brady advanced a good distance ahead. His limb was growing stiff from the wound; and, as

the Indians gained on him, he made for the pond which bears his name, and plunging in, swam under water a considerable distance, and came up under the trunk of a large oak, which had fallen into the pond. This, although leaving only a small breathing-place to support life, still completely sheltered him from their sight.

The Indians, tracing him by the blood, to the water, made diligent search all round the pond, but finding no signs of his exit, finally came to the conclusion that he had sunk and was drowned. As they were at one time standing on the very tree beneath which he was concealed, Brady, understanding their language, was very glad to hear the result of their deliberations; and, after they had gone, weary, lame, and hungry, he made good his retreat to his own home. His followers also all returned in safety. The chasm across which he leaped, is in sight of the bridge crossing the Cuyahoga, and is known, in all that region, by the name of BRADY'S LEAP.'

EXERCISE XLIV.

CHILDHOOD. - Mrs. Amelia B. Welby.

Oh! for the bright and gladsome hours,
When, like a wandering stream,
My spirit caught from earth and sky
The light of every beam;
When, if into my laughing eye

A tear-drop chanced to start,
"T was banished in a moment, by
The sunshine of the heart;

When musing on the happy past,
The first spring-time of life,
When every tone of wind and wave
With melody was rife ;

When all youth's hopes and promises,

Those rainbows of my sky,

Danced forth, in fairy visions,

Before my wandering eye.

My heart is with the leaping rills,
That murmur round the home

Where first my lips were taught to speak,-
My tiny feet to roam;

The sweet songs of the happy birds,
The whispering wild-voiced breeze,
That caught the faint breath of the rose,
And played among the trees.

How many mournful memories
Steal gently through the mind,
Like spirit-voices borne along
Upon the wandering wind!
And, as thought leads me back again,
I almost seem to trace,

In each sweet flower, and shrub, and tree,
Some fond familiar face.

'Tis thought, because I smile on all,

That I am vain and gay;·

That, by the world's light flattery,

I might be lured astray:

They know not that my heart oft breathes
Its fragrance out in sighs,

That sad songs tremble on my lips,

And tears within my eyes.`

My thoughts are all as pure and sweet,
As when I was a child,

And all my bright imaginings.

Are just as free and wild;

And were it not for one bright link,

Within affection's chain,

I'd wish to wander to that spot,
And be a child again.

RULE FOR READING PATHETIC PIECES.

Pathetic passages, or those which express tender feeling, should be read with a LOWER, SOFTER, and SLOWER VOICE, and with LONGER PAUSES, than those of ordinary style.

EXERCISE XLV.

THE SEA-EAGLE OF SHETLAND.- Anon.

Several pairs of the white-tailed or sea-eagle, inherit the cliffs and precipices of Shetland. A few years ago, an adventurous climber scaled one of these cliffs, and made prisoner an unfledged eaglet. It was carried to a young gentleman in a neighboring island, and, in time, grew to a very large and noble bird, but never became in the least degree tamed. A hut was built for his dwelling-place, and he was permitted to go at large, with his wing clipped, to prevent escape. But the only dispositions he manifested, were fierceness and voracity.

Many a poor straggling hen and duck became the victims of the savage guest; even the person who approached him with food was fiercely attacked; and the servants preferred many weighty complaints regarding torn garments and wounded hands. At length, fears were entertained for the little children just beginning to run about the premises; as even the thatched roof of his hut was not sufficient to resist the force of his efforts to escape confinement; and, after a sojourn of eighteen months, he was reluctantly destroyed.

Another eagle, of the same species, but a full-grown one, was captured, last year, in a very surprising manner, by a daring fowler, whose favorite recreation it was to scale, fearless and alone, the dizzy precipice, every nook and cranny of which is familiar to his footsteps. This man had been aware, for several years, that a pair of eagles built on an almost inaccessible point of a cliff several hundred feet high. Long he had searched for their nest, but in vain. At length, he stumbled upon it, one day, by accident, but imprudently, as it turned out, carried off the only egg it contained. When he imagined the young ones would be hatched, he returned by a path he had carefully marked; but no nest was there.

The parent birds had been aware of the spoiler's visit, and removed their residence to a still more concealed and inaccessible spot. Again the enthusiastic cragsman renewed his search; and, after a patient cowering among the rocks in the face of the precipice, he saw the eagles engaged in feeding their young, but in a place which appeared altogether beyond his reach. Difficulties seemed only to nerve my undaunted

friend to fresh efforts; and, after many attempts, he at last reached the wished-for spot. He saw three eggs in the nest; but, made wise by experience, he resolved to wait till they were hatched, and contented himself with carefully marking the situation, and the safest approach to it.

EXERCISE XLVI.

THE SAME SUBJECT, CONCLUDED.

It was not always that, daring as was our cragsman, the state of the rocks, of the weather, and of his own feelings, permitted him to make the dizzy attempt. At length, last season, he accomplished it. On reaching the place, he perceived the white tail of the parent bird, as, brooding on the nest, it projected over the shelf of rock on which she had built. With dauntless bravery, perceiving that she was not aware of his approach, he flung himself on the back of the powerful and ferocious bird. She seemed to be at once cowed and overcome by the might and majesty of man, before whose glance we have often been told the fiercest beasts of the desert quail.

In what a situation was our adventurer now standing; on a flat ledge of rock, a few feet square, a precipice overhanging a hundred feet above him; while underneath, at six times that distance, roared the abyss of ocean, and screaming overhead soared the male eagle, as if hesitating whether or not to attack the spoiler! We can hardly imagine a more dreadful, nay, sublime position; but the cool courage and self-possession of the cragsman carried him safely through the adventure. First, he twisted the strong wings of the bird together; loosening one garter, with it he bound her bill; and with the other, her legs. Thus fettered and gagged, she lay quietly at his mercy; and he paused a moment to draw breath, and ask himself if it were possible that he had accomplished a feat so extraordinary.

Much he wished to preserve his captive uninjured, to make his triumph appear the more questionless and complete; but