riors and youth; the sachems and the tribes; the hunters and their families? They have perished; they are consumed. The wasting pestilence has not alone done the mighty work. No, nor famine-nor war; there has been a mightier power; a moral canker, which has eaten into their heart cores---a plague, which the touch of the white man communicated--a poison which betrayed them to lingering ruin. The winds of the Atlantic fan not a single region which they may call their own. Already the last feeble remnant of their race are preparing for their journey beyond the Mississippi. I see them leave their miserable homes-the aged, the helpless, the men, and the warriors-"few and faint, yet fearless still."

5. The ashes are cold upon their native hearths. The smoke no longer curls around their lowly cabins. They move on with slow unsteady steps. The white man is upon their heels for terror or dispatch, but they heed him not. They turn to take a last look of their desolate villages. They cast a last glance upon the graves of their fathers. They shed no tears; they utter no cry; they heave no groans. There is something in their hearts which passes speech. There is something in their looks, not of vengeance or submission, but of hard necessity, which stifles both; which chokes all utterance; which has no aim or method. It is courage absorbed by despair. They linger but a moment. Their look is onward.

6. They have passed the fatal stream. It shall never be repassed by them, no-never. Yet there lies not between us and them an impassable gulf. They know and feel that there is for them still one remove farther, not distant nor unseen. It is to the general burial-ground of their race.

7. Reason as we may, it is impossible not to read in such a fate much which we know not how to interpret; much f provocation to cruel deeds and deep resentments; much! apology for wrong and perfidy; much of pity mingling with indignation; much of doubt and misgiving as to the past much of painful recollections, much of dark forebodings.

11. INDIAN NAMES.

SIGOURNEY.

MRS. LYDIA H. SIGOURNEY is a popular American poetess. She ha written no poem of length, but many of her fugitive pieces evince a light and agreeable poetic talent.

1. YE say, they all have pass'd away,

That noble race and brave,

That their light canoes have vanish'd
From off the crested wave;

That 'mid the forests where they roam'd
There rings no hunter's shout;
But their name is on your waters,
You may not wash it out.

2. 'Tis where Ontario's billow
Like Ocean's surge is curl'd,
Where strong Niagara's thunders wa
The echo of the world;

Where red Missouri bringeth

Rich tributes from the West,
And Rappahannock sweetly sleeps
On green Virginia's breast.

8. Ye say, their cone-like cabins,
That cluster'd o'er the vale,

Have fled away like wither'd leaves
Before the autumn gale;

But their memory liveth on your hille,
Their baptism on your shore,
Your everlasting rivers speak
Their dialect of yore.

Old Massachusetts wears it
Within her lordly crown,
And broad Ohio bears it,

Amid Ler young renown;

Connecticut hath wreathed it

Where her quiet foliage waves,
And bold Kentucky breathes it hoarse,
Through all her ancient caves.

5. Wachusett hides its lingering voice
Within his rocky heart,
And Alleghany graves its tone
Throughout his lofty chart;
Monadnock on his forehead hoar
Doth seal the sacred trust;
Your mountains build their monuments,
Though ye destroy their dust.

12. ST. VINCENT, DEACON AND MARTYR.

MRS. ANNA JAMESON.

MRS. JAMESON was born in Dublin, A. D. 1797. "Her father, Mr. Murphy, an artist of merit, was painter in ordinary to the Princess Charlotte; and from his conversation and example she derived her enthusiasm for art and intimate acquaintance with its technicalities." Mrs. Jameson's numerous works on art are the most attractive in the English language. Her splendid series (one of the latest efforts of her genius), "Sacred and Legendary Art," "Legends of the Monastic Orders," and "Legends of the Madonna," has established her reputation, both as an artist and an author, beyond all competition in her own peculiar department. Mrs. Jameson is a Protestunt, but her inspiration is of the loftiest and most Catholic. In her devoted and life-long researches she has attained to the sublime heights which the old masters trod, and there pays her graceful homage to the religion which was their inspiration.

1. THIS renowned saint and martyr of the early Christian Church has been most popular in Spain, the scene of his history, and in France, where he has been an object of particular veneration from the sixth century. It is generally allowed that the main circumstances of the history of Vincent, deacon of Saragossa, of his sufferings for the cause of Christ, and his invincible courage, expressed by his name, rest on concurrent testimony of the highest antiquity, which cannot be rejected.

2. He was born in Saragossa, in the kingdom of Aragon. Prudentias, in his famous Hymn, congratulates this city on

having produced more saints and martyrs than any other city in Spain. During the persecution under Diocletian, the cruel proconsul Dacian, infamous in the annals of Spanish martyr. dom, caused all the Christians of Saragossa, men, women, and children, whom he collected together by a promise of inmunity, to be massacred. Among these were the virgin Eugracia, and the eighteen Christian cavaliers who attended her to death.

3. At this time lived St. Vincent: he had been early in structed in the Christian faith, and with all the ardor of youth devoted himself to the service of Christ. At the time of the persecution, being not more than twenty years of age, he was already a deacon. The dangers and the sufferings of the Christians only excited his charity and his zeal; and after having encouraged and sustained many of his brethren in the torments inflicted upon them, he was himself called to receive the crown of martyrdom.

4. Being brought before the tribunal of Dacian, together with his bishop, Valerius, they were accused of being Christians and contemners of the gods. Valerius, who was very old, and had an impediment in his speech, answered to the accusation in a voice so low that he could scarcely be heard. On this, St. Vincent burst forth, with Christian fervor,"How is this, my Father! canst thou not speak aloud, and defy this pagan dog? Speak, that all the world may hear; or suffer me, who am only thy servant, to speak in thy stead !"

5. The bishop having given him leave to speak, St. Vincent stood forth, and proclaimed his faith aloud, defying the tortures with which they were threatened; so that the Christians who were present were lifted up in heart and full of gratitude o God, and the wicked proconsul was in the same degree filled with indignation. He ordered the old bishop to be banished from the city; but Vincent, who had defied him, he reserved as an example to the rest, and was resolved to bend him to submission by the most terrible and ingenious tortures that cruelty could invent.

6. The young saint endured them unflinchingly. When his

body was lacerated by iron forks, he only smiled on his tormentors: the pangs they inflicted were to him delights; thorns were his roses ; the flames a refreshing bath; death itself was but the entrance to life.

7. They laid him, torn, bleeding, and half consumed by fire, on the ground strewn with potsherds, and left him there; but God sent down his angels to comfort him; and when his guards looked into the dungeon, they beheld it filled with light and fragrance; they heard the angels singing songs of triumph, and the unconquerable martyr pouring forth his soul in hymns of thanksgiving. He even called to his jailers to enter and partake of the celestial delight and solace which. had been vouchsafed to him; and they, being amazed, fell upon their knees and acknowledged the true God.

8. But Dacian, perfidious as he was cruel, began to consider what other means might remain to conquer his unconquerable victim. Having tried tortures in vain, he determined to try seduction. He ordered a bed of down to be prepared, strewn with roses; commanded the sufferer to be laid upon it, and allowed his friends and disciples to approach him. They, weeping, stanched his wounds, and dipped their kerchiefs in his flowing blood, and kissed his hands and brow, and be sought him to live. But the martyr, who had held out through such protracted torments, had no sooner been laid upon the bed, than his pure spirit, disdaining as it were these treacherous indulgences, fled to heaven: the angels received him on their wings, and he entered into bliss eternal and ineffable.

13. THE SEVEN SLEEPERS OF EPHESUS.

MRS. JAMESON.

1. DURING the persecution under the Emperor Decius, there lived in the city of Ephesus seven young men, who were Christians: their names were Maximian, Malchus, Marcian, Dionysins, John, Serapion, and Constantine; and as they refused to offer sacrifice to the idols, they were accused before the tribunal. But they fled and escaped to Mount Cœlian, where