by his side during the burden and heat of the day. To lay the mother on her pillow of clay, whose last struggle with life was, perchance, to resign the hope of one more brief visit to the land of her fathers,— whose heart's last pulsation might have been a prayer that her children should return and grow up within the shadow of the school-house and the church of God, is a grief in which none save emigrants may participate. To consign to their narrow, noteless abode, both young and old, the infant and him of hoary hairs, without the solemn knell, the sable train, the hallowed voice of the man of God, giving back, in the name of his fellow-Christians, the most precious roses of their pilgrim path, and speaking with divine authority of Him who is the " tion and the life," adds desolation to that weeping with which man goeth downward to his dust.

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But with heaviness of an unspoken and peculiar nature was this victim of vice borne from the home that he troubled, and laid by the side of his son to whose tender years he had been an unnatural enemy. There was sorrow among all who stood around his grave, and it bore features of that sorrow which is without hope.

The widowed mourner was not able to raise her head from the bed, when the bloated remains of her unfortunate husband were committed to the earth. Long and severe sickness ensued, and in her convalescence a letter was received from her brother, inviting her and her child to an asylum under his roof

and appointing a period to come and conduct them on their homeward journey.

With her little daughter, the sole remnant of her wrecked heart's wealth, she returned to her kindred. It was with emotions of deep and painful gratitude that she bade farewell to the inhabitants of that infant settlement, whose kindness through all her adversities had never failed. And when they remembered the example of uniform patience and piety which she had exhibited, and the saint-like manner in which she had sustained her burdens, and cherished their sympathies, they felt as if a tutelary spirit `had departed from among them.

In the home of her brother, she educated her daughter in industry, and that contentment which virtue teaches. Restored to those friends with whom the morning of life had passed, she shared with humble cheerfulness, the comforts that earth had yet in store for her; but in the cherished sadness of her perpetual widowhood, in the bursting sighs of her nightly orison, might be traced a sacred and deeprooted sorrow-the memory of her erring husband, and the miseries of unreclaimed intemperance.

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THE INDIAN GIRL.

SHE sat alone beside her hearth-
For many nights alone;

She slept not on the pleasant couch
Where fragrant herbs were strown.

At first she bound her raven hair
With feather and with shell;

But then she hoped; at length, like night,
Around her neck it fell.

They saw her wandering 'mid the woods,
Lone, with the cheerless dawn,
And then they said, "Can this be her
We called The Startled Fawn?'"

Her heart was in her large sad eyes,
Half sunshine and half shade;
And love, as love first springs to life,
Of everything afraid.

The red leaf far more heavily

Fell down to autumn earth,

Than her light feet, which seemed to move

To music and to mirth.

With the light feet of early youth,

What hopes and joys depart!

Ah! nothing like the heavy step

Betrays the heavy heart.

It is a usual history

That Indian girl could tell,
Fate sets apart one common doom
For all who love too well.

The proud-the shy-the sensitive,
Life has not many such;
They dearly buy their happiness,
By feeling it too much.

A stranger to her forest home,

That fair young stranger came; They raised for him the funeral songFor him the funeral flame.

For her sweet sake they set him free

He lingered at her side;

And many a native song yet tells

Of that pale stranger's bride.

Two years have passed-how much two years

Have taken in their flight!

They 've taken from the lip its smile,

And from the eye its light.

Poor child she was a child in years

So timid and so young;

With what a fond and earnest faith

To desperate hope she clung!