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NOTES.

1.

Chocorua. Page 9.

THE mount which bears this name, is the Northern limit of a line extending through the Eastern part of the State of New Hampshire. It is the highest South of the Notch, and stands almost alone. Its perpendicular elevation cannot be less than five thousand feet, and from its summit is a most fearful precipice. It received its name from an Indian Chief, who was killed upon it, by a party of hunters, in a time of peace.

2.

And thou, bright Bay!

Whose light, unfettered waves, etc. Page 13.

This apostrophe to the doomed race was written on the shore of Mount Hope Bay; a place peculiarly suited to such a theme.

3.

But where is he, whose name is link'd with thine?

Phillip, the bold and warlike king of the Wampanoags.

4.

Pining perchance in Slavery! Page 14.

Page 13.

The wife and son of Phillip were basely sold, by the colonists, as slaves, either in the island of Barbadoes or some one of the Bermudas.

5.

And angels, good angels

Are couch'd in their bells. Page 20.

As delicate a form as thine, my love,

And beauty like thine, have the angels above;
Yet man cannot see them, though often they come

On visits to earth from their native home;

Thou ne'er wilt behold them, but if thou would'st know
The houses, in which, (when they wander below,)

The angels are fondest of passing their hours,

I'll tell thee, Fair Lady, they dwell in the flowers!

From the GermAN. By L. Bancroft.

6.

With silver and land. Page 21.

This line may be found, differing only in the orthography, in some one of the Scotch Poets. The article in which it occurs, and its connection, are forgotten; I alone remember

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Where Cressid lay that night.

MERCHANT OF VENICE. Act V, Scene I.

9.

Where that giant bird dwells, whose shriek, if it sound

In the murderer's ear, is instantly death.

Or that giant Bird,

Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise

Is Tempest, when the unutterable shape

Page 30.

Speeds from the mother of Death, and utters once
That shriek, which never Murderer heard and lived.

COLERIDGE. Destiny of Nations.

10.

And since a cloudless setting sun

E'er brings a morning fair and bright. Page 34.

It is a prevailing idea in some sections of the country, if the sun set clear, the succeeding day will be pleasant. Though this is not universally true, yet, perhaps, it is sufficiently so, to allow the comparison in the text.

11.

Like that plant, that beautiful plant, whose bloom

Pours out on the night-air a sweet perfume.

Page 37.

The Night blooming Cereus,-a strangely beautiful flower, which opens

its petals only at midnight.

12.

Till, like the star, which heraldeth the day,

Thou melt'st away into the light of Heaven. Page 52.

They set, as sets the morning star, which goes

Not down behind the darkened West, or hides

Obscured among the tempests of the sky,

But melts away into the light of heaven.-POLLOK.

13.

The Conqueror flies the field,

In Victory's glorious hour. Page 55.

Cet air (Ranz des Vaches) si cheri des Suisses qu'il defendu sous peine de mort de la jouer dans leurs troupes, parce qu'il faisoit fondre en larmes, deserter ou mourir ceux qui l'entendoient, tant il excitoit en eux l'ardent desir de revoir leur pays.-Rousseau.

14.

Death of Canonchet. Page 57.

April 9th, 1676, Canonchet was found on the Pawtucket, or Blackstone river, not far from the village of Pawtucket. The following is a part of Hubbard's account of his capture:

'One of the first English that came up with him, was Robert Stanton, a young man that scarce had reached the twenty-second year of his age, yet adventuring to ask him a question or two, to whom this manly sachem, looking with a little neglect upon his youthful face, replied in broken English, You much child; no understand matters of war; let your brother or your chief come, him I will answer;' and was as good as his word; acting herein, as if, by a Pythagorean metemphsychosis, some old Roman ghost had possessed the body of this western pagan; and, like Attilius Regulus, he would not accept of his own life, when it was tendered him, upon that (in his account) low condition of compliance with the English, refusing to send an old counsellor of his to make any motion that way, saying he knew the Indians would not yield; but more probably he was not willing they should, choosing rather to sacrifice his own, and his people's lives to his private humour of revenge, than timely to provide for his own, and their safety, by entertaining the counsels of a peace, so necessary for the general good of all.-HUBBARD, pp. 128, 129.

When told, his sentence was to die, he said he liked it well, that he should die before his heart was soft, or he had spoken any thing unworthy of himself.' He was shot at Stonington, under the eye of Denison, and the friendly Indians were his executioners.

His carriage was strangely proud after he was taken; being asked why he did foment that war which would certainly be the destruction of him and all the heathen Indians in the country, &c. He would make no other reply to any interrogatories, but this; that he was born a prince, and if princes came to speak with him he would answer; but none present being such, he thought himself obliged, in honor, to hold his tongue, and not hold discourse with such persons below him in birth and quality. He told them he wished rather to die than to continue under confinement; that all he desired was not to be tormented, but presently put to death, which he requested might be done by young Uncas that aided us, as acknowledging him his fellow prince; yet, withal threatened, he had 2000 men would revenge his death severely.-LETTERS TO LONDON, p. 9

15.

Ye beautiful spirits that flit o'er the North. Page 60.

It was formerly the belief of the Laplanders that the 'Northern Lights' were the spirits of the Blessed.

16.

The ruby grapes of Proserpine were strown, Page 65.

No-no! go not to Lethe, neither twist

Wolf's-bane, tight-footed, for its poisonous wine,

Nor suffer thy pale forehead to be kiss'd

By night-shade, ruby grape of Proserpine.-KEATS.

17.

Then let me hush

These strains, and like the Thracian, rather joy, etc. Page 74. The customs of Trausi are in every respect similar to those of the other Thracians, except that they have an observance peculiar to themselves at their births and funerals. *** When one dies, they bury him with demonstrations of the greatest mirth and pleasure, as being now in perfect happiness, and beyond all the ills of life,-which they enumerate.

HERODOTUS, Terpsichore, cap. 5.

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