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our minds upon the Indian character, at the thought of Pocahontas our rigor relents.” With a softened heart, we are ready to adınit that there must have been fine elements in a people, from among whom such a being could spring.
Plea for the Red Man. CHARLES SPRAGUE.
Yet for the Red Man dare to plead :
He turned to nature for a creed;
We seek our God in prayer ;
And the Great Spirit worshipped there.
Note to Teachers. - The above table is designed to exercise the voice upon the vowel elements. The class should occasionally utter them in concert, thus : à, å, å, å ; è, è; &c. The words are placed opposite the letters merely to denote their sounds. This is a useful exercise, and should be often repeated.
The elementary sound of a vowel may be ascertained, by pronouncing a word containing it in a slow, drawling manner. Notice the sound of the vowel as it issues from the mouth, and then utter it by itself with great suddenness and force.
Freedom, the self-same freedom we adore,
He saw the cloud, ordained to grow,
Beneath th' invader's evil eye;
At midnight hour he woke to gaze
Upon his happy cabin's blaze,
He saw, and, maddening at the sight,
And was this savage ? Say,
Ye ancient few,
Who struggled through
From mound to mound
The word went round -
Ye mothers, too, breathe ye no sigh
Your pangs, as from yon mountain spot, *
That knelled upon your ear ?
As round your knees your children's children hang,
In pride, in all the pride of woe,
Who for their birthplace bled ;
From whom th' invaders fled.
And ye, this holy place who throng,
The annual theme to hear, And bid th' exulting song
Sound their great names from year to year ;
Ye, who the sleeping rocks would raise
Nor leave a battle-blade undrawn,
One brother-line to spare,
And dared as ye would dare ?
Alas for them! their day is o'er ;
* Bunker Hill.
No more for them the wild deer bounds;
Their pleasant springs are dry;
Their children go — to die.
O, doubly lost! Oblivion's shadows close
To tell of them who cannot die;
Nor lofty pile, nor glowing page,
Or give him with the past a rank;
His very name must be a blank.
Cold, with the beast he slew, he sleeps ;
O’er him no filial spirit weeps ; No crowds throng round, no anthem-notes ascend, To bless his coming and embalm his end; E'en that he lived, is for his conqueror's tongue; By foes alone his death-song must be sung;
No chronicles but theirs shall tell
His mournful doom to future times::
And in his fate forget his crimes !
b:- ebb, cub, tube, bib, glib, babe, bulb, barb, blue, im
bibe, embark, imbue, disburse, unblessed.
THERE is a pleasure in the pathless woods;
There is a rapture on the lonely shore;
By the deep sea, and music in its roar :
I love not man the less, but nature more;
From all I may be, or have been before,
Roll on, thou deep and dark-blue ocean
-roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin - his control
Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain
The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain
When, for a moment, like a drop of rain,