Upon that loved companion, and the groups Which purge the dross of selfishness away; Would take the balm-cup best from that dear hand That smile, whose winning paid for sleepless nights Be strong, young man!-- A Spirit watcheth thee!-Yes, he who passed So farewell, Leader in Israel!-Thou whose radiant path The Indian's Tale.-J. G. WHITTIER. It was generally believed by the first settlers of New England, that a mortal pestilence had, a short time previous to their arrival, in a great measure depopulated some of the finest portions of the country on the seaboard. The Indians themselves corroborated this opinion, and gave the English a ter rific description of the ravages of the unseen Destroyer. THE war-god did not wake to strife *Revelation, xix. 17. Nor warrior-yell, nor battle hymn, There was no portent in the sky, Rejoicing in our hunter-mood; The land was ours-this glorious land— We knelt us where the spring gushed up, There came unto my father's hut A wan, weak creature of distress; The red man's door is never shut Against the lone and shelterless; The strangers voice was not like ours- He died at last-the funeral yell He did not take his hunting-bow- He died even as the white man died-- Like diamonds from the sun-lit dew. And it was so-from day to day The spirit of the plague went on, They cast them to the hurrying waves. The carrion-crow, the ravenous beast, Our gallant war-tribe passed away— The story of its swift decay. Alone-alone-a withered leaf- At midnight from the solemn west, Setting Sail. PERCIVAL. He went amid these glorious things of earth, Transient as glorious, and along the beach |