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severed the cord that bound his mother to the tree. of them spoke a word-but with the least possible sound, they resumed the way, by which they had come from the shore; Louis in the confidence, and Marguerite with the faint hope of reaching it before they were overtaken.

It may be imagined how often the poor mother, timid as a fawn, was startled by the evening breeze stirring the leaves, but the boy bounded forward as if there was neither fear nor danger in the world.

They had nearly attained the margin of the river, where Louis meant to launch one of the canoes and drop down the current, when the Indian yell resounding through the woods, struck on their ears. They were missed, pursued, and escape was impossible. Marguerite panic-struck, sunk to the ground. Nothing could check the career of Louis. 'On-on, mother,'

he cried, to the shore-to the shore.' She rose and instinctively followed her boy. The sound of pursuit came nearer and nearer. They reached the shore, and there beheld three canoes coming swiftly up the river. Animated with hope, Louis screamed the watch-word of the garrison, and was answered by his father's voice.

The possibility of escape, and the certain approach of her husband, infused new life into Marguerite. Your father cannot see us,' she said 'as we stand here in the shade of the trees; hide yourself in that thicket, I will plunge into the water.' Louis crouched under the bushes, and was completely hidden by an overhanging grape-vine, while his mother advanced a few steps into the water and stood erect, where she could be distinctly seen. A shout from the canoes apprized her that she was recognised, and at the same moment, the Indians, who had now reached the shore, rent the air with had their cries of rage and defiance.

They stood for a moment, as if deliberating what next to do; Mecumeh maintained an undaunted and resolved airbut with his followers the aspect of armed men, and a force thrice their number, had its usual effect. They fled. He locked after them, cried, shame!' and then with a desperate yell, leaped into the water and stood beside Marguerite. The canoes were now within a few yards-He put his knife to her bosom-The daughter of Tecumseh,' he said, 'should have died by the judgment of our warriors, but now by her brother's hand must she perish:' and he drew back his arm to give vigour to the fatal stroke, when an arrow pierced his own breast, and he fell insensible at his sister's side. A moment

after Marguerite was in the arms of her husband, and Louis, with his bow unstrung, bounded from the shore, and was received in his father's canoe; and the wild shores rung with the acclamations of the soldiers, while his father's tears of pride and joy were poured like rain upon his cheek.

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LESSON XII.

An Indian at the burying place of his Fathers.-BRYANT.

IT is the spot I came to seek,

My fathers' ancient burial-place,
Ere from these vales, ashamed and weak
Withdrew our wasted race.

It is the spot,-I know it well-
Of which our old traditions tell.

For here the upland bank sends out
A ridge toward the river side;
I know the shaggy hills about,

The meadow smooth and wide;

The plains, that, toward the southern sky,
Fenced east and west, by mountains lie.

And herds of deer, that bounding go
O'er rills and prostrate trees below.

And then to mark the lord of all,

The forest hero, trained to wars,
Quivered and plumed, and lithe and tall,
And seamed with glorious scars,
Walk forth, amid his reign, to dare
The wolf, and grapple with the bear.

This bank in which the dead were laid,
Was sacred when its soil was ours;
Hither the artless Indian maid

Brought wreaths of beads and flowers,
And the gray chief and gifted seer
Worshipped the God of thunders here.

But now the wheat is green and high
On clods that hid the warrior's breast,
And scattered in the furrows lie

The weapons of his rest,

And there, in the loose sand, is thrown
Of his large arm the mouldering bone.

Ah, little thought the strong and brave,
Who bore their lifeless chieftain forth,
Or the young wife, that weeping gave
first-born to the earth,

That the pale race, who waste us now,
Among their bones should guide the plough.

They waste us-aye-like April snow
In the warm noon, we shrink away
And fast they follow, as we go

Towards the setting day,

Till they shall fill the land, and we
Are driven into the western sea.

But I behold a fearful sign,

To which the white men's eyes are blind; Their race may vanish hence, like mine, And leave no trace behind,

Save ruins o'er the region spread,
And the white stones above the dead.

Before these fields were shorn and tilled,
Full to the brim our rivers flowed;
The melody of waters filled

The fresh and boundless wood;
And torrents dashed, and rivulets played,
And fountains spouted in the shade.

Those grateful sounds are heard no more,
The springs are silent in the sun,
The rivers, by the blackening shore,
With lessening current run;

The realm our tribes are crushed to get,
May be a barren desert yet.

LESSON XIII.

The Boston Massacre.-HOLMES.

THE inhabitants of Boston continued to feel it an indignity, to have soldiers quartered among them; and reciprocal insults and injuries prepared the way for a tragical event, that made a deep and lasting impression on the colonists. On the second of March, an affray took place near Gray's ropewalk, between a private soldier of the twenty-ninth regiment, and an inhabitant of the town; and the one was supported by his fellow soldiers; the other, by his fellow citizens. On the fifth, the soldiers, while under arms, being pressed upon, insulted by the populace, and dared to fire; one of them, who had received a blow, fired at the aggressor, and a single discharge from six others succeeded. Three of the inhabitants were killed, and five dangerously wounded. The town was instantly thrown into the greatest commotion. The drums beat to arms, and thousands of the inhabitants assembled in the adjacent street.

The next morning, lieutenant governour Hutchinson summoned a council; and, while the subject was in discussion, a message was received from the town, which had convened in full assembly, declaring it to be their unanimous opinion, "that nothing can rationally be expected to restore the peace of the town, and prevent blood and carnage, but the imme-> diate removal of the troops." On an agreement to this measure, the commotion subsided. One of the wounded men

died; and the four killed were buried in one vault, with the highest marks of respect. Captain Preston, who commanded the party of soldiers, was committed with them to jail; and all were afterwards tried. The captain and six of the men ⚫ were acquitted. Two were brought in guilty of manslaughter. The result of the trial reflected great honour on John Adams and Josiah Quincy, the counsel for the prisoners, and on the integrity of the jury.

LESSON XIV.

Painting and Sculpture in Ancient Greece.-U. S. LITERARY GAZETTE.

WHAT perfection the art of painting had attained in Greece, we can judge only by the testimony of classick authors, and by the admiration, which celebrated painters enjoyed among their countrymen. Zeuxis attended the Olympian games, wearing a garment with his name embroidered in golden letters upon the border; and his rival, Parrhasius, appeared there clad in purple robes, and bearing a golden garland. In Zeuxis, Polygnotus, and Timantes, says Tully, we praise the forms and lineaments; but all things are perfect in Aëtion, Nicomachus, Protogenes, and Apelles.

It is related of Protogenes, that when Demetrius Poliorcetes might have put a speedy end to the siege of Rhodes, by assaulting it in the quarter, which Protogenes inhabited, he refused to incur the hazard of injuring the pictures of this artist; and that after the city surrendered, he said he would sooner destroy the images of his father, than these admirable productions. But of Apelles, the master of Grecian painting, the fame and the reputed excellence were alike unequal. He began the picture of the Coan Venus, and after entirely finishing the head and the upper part of the bust, left the rest of the body imperfect but no other painter durst undertake the task of completing it.

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Alexander suffered himself to be modelled by Lysippus and painted by Apelles alone; not merely because they only were worthy to do it, but because their divine art would reflect equally lasting glory on him and them; and when he was drawn by Apelles, the courtiers said there were two Alexan