"I assured him of my acceptance, in such terms as an outcast might be supposed to address to his sole earthly benefactor. Apparently gratified, he raised his lofty form erect, and stretching his right hand toward heaven, ratified with great solemnity the covenant of adoption. "Thou, whose way is upon the winds,-through the deep waters,-within the dark cloud,-Spirit of Truth!-before whom the shades of our fathers walk in fields of everlasting light,-hear,-confirm, -bless.' "He added a few words in his native language, with the deep reverence of prayer, and then stretching himself on the ground, in the attitude of repose, said, "It is enough.-Go to thy rest, poor, tender, and broken flower. I will pray thy God to protect thee. Thy God is my God. Warriors call me Arrowhamet, but in my home of peace, my name is Zachary. It was given me, when I bowed to the baptism of Christians. Thou wilt no longer fear me, now that thou knowest our God is the same.' "Lost in wondering gratitude, I made my orison with many tears, and sank into a more refreshing slumber than had visited me since my captivity. I awoke not, till the sun, like a globe of gold, was burnishing the crowns of the kings of the forest. "During the remainder of our journey, nothing worthy of narration occurred. The supernatural strength that had sustained me, gradually vanished, and I was borne many days in a litter on the shoul ders of the natives. Soon the Delawares separated from the Mohegans, to return to their own territory. In passing through a populous town, I sold a valuable watch and necklace, the gifts of my sainted husband, in the early and cloudless days of our love. Their avails, like the cruse of oil, of her whom the prophet saved, have not yet failed. They will probably suffice for my interment. My reception from good Martha, was most soothing to my lone heart. From that moment to this, her maternal kindness has never slumbered. With that tender care, so dear to the wounded, solitary spirit, she has promoted my comfort, and mitigated the pains of my disease. Who is "At my first admission to this humble abode, I cherished the hope of returning to England. But to what should I have returned? Only to the graves of my parents. With the disconsolate and eloquent Logan, I might say,- There runs not a drop of my blood, in the veins of any living creature. there to mourn for Oriana ?—Not one.' Throughout the whole range of my native country, would there have been a cottage to afford me shelter, or friends to minister to me night and day, like these aged beings? "But with whatever attractions the land where I first drew breath, would sometimes gleam upon my exiled eye, all hope of again beholding it has been long extinguished. The disease, to which my early youth evinced a predisposition, and which was probably inherited from both my parents, soon reveal ed itself. Its progress was gradual, but constantly I have been conscious of its latent ravages. My retreat, which to most beholders might have seemed as undesirable as obscure, so accorded with my subdued feelings, that like the disciple upon the mountain of mystery, I have often exclaimed,― Master, it is good to be here.' Here, I have learned to estimate a race, to which the world has done immense injustice. Once, I had stigmatized them as the slaves of barbarity. Yet were they appointed to exhibit to my view, in combination with strong intellect, capabilities of invincible attachment and deathless gratitude, which, however the civilized world may scorn in the cabin of the red man, she does not often find in the palaces of kings. Here I have felt how vain is that estimation in which we hold the shades of complexion and gradations of rank-how less than nothing, the tinsel of wealth, and the pageantry of pomp, when 'God taketh away the soul.' “The pride, and earthly idolatry of my heart, have been subdued by affliction; and affliction, having had her perfect work, has terminated in peace. Often, during this process, have I been reminded of that beautiful passage of Dumoulin,—' Jesus, in going to Jerusalem, was wont to go through Bethany, which signifies, the house of grief:' so must we expect to pass through tribulation, and through a vale of tears, before we can enter upon the peace of the heavenly Jerusalem. "Still, I quit not this existence like the ascetic, for whom it has had no charms. Its opening was gilded with what the world acknowledges to be happiness; and its close with that joy to which she is a stranger. For your instructions, your prayers, my revered friend, receive the blessings of one, who will henceforth have neither name nor memorial among men. Your last kind office will be to lay her wasted frame where saints slumber; may she meet you at their resurrection in light. Her parting request is, that you would remember with the benevolence of your vocation, those who were to her, parents without the bonds of affinity, philanthropists without hope of applause, and, though bearing the lineaments of a proscribed and perishing race, will, I trust, be admitted to a bright, inalienable inheritance." Hartford, December 14, 1833. THE INTEMPERATE. 175 "Reserving woes for age, their prime they spend,- With sorrow to the verge of life they tend, They live and are despised; they die, nor more are nam'd." LOWTH. The man WHERE the lofty forests of Ohio, towering in unshorn majesty, cast a solemn shadow over the deep verdure of beautiful and ample vales, a small family of emigrants were seen pursuing their solitary way. They travelled on foot, but not with the aspect of mendicants, though care and suffering were variably depicted on their countenances. walked first, apparently in an unkind, uncompromising mood. The woman carried in her arms an infant, and aided the progress of a feeble boy, who seemed sinking with exhaustion. An eye accustomed to scan the never-resting tide of emigration, might discern that these pilgrims were inhabitants of the Eastern States, probably retreating from some species of adversity, to one of those imaginary El Dorados, among the shades of the far West, where it is fabled that the evils of mortality have found no place. James Harwood, the leader of that humble group, |