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4. In fact, the Indians that I have had an opportunity of seeing in real life are quite different from those described in poetry. They are by no means the stoics" that they are represented; taciturn, unbending, without a tear or a smile. Taciturn they are, it is true, when in company with white men, whose good will they distrust, and whose language they do not understand; but the white man is equally taciturn under like circumstances. When the Indians are among themselves, however, there cannot be greater gossips. Half their time is taken up in talking over their adventures in war and hunting, and in telling whimsical stories.

5. They are great mimics and buffoons, also, and entertain themselves excessively at the expense of the whites with whom they have associated, and who have supposed them impressed with profound respect for their grandeur and dignity. They are curious observers, noting everything in silence, but with a keen and watchful eye; occasionally exchanging a glance or a grunt with each other, when anything particularly strikes them, but reserving all comments until they are alone. Then it is that they give full scope to criticism, satire, mimicry, and mirth.

6. In the course of my journey along the frontier, I have had repeated opportunities of noticing their excitability and boisterous merriment at their games; and have occasionally noticed a group of Osages sitting round a fire until a late hour of the night, engaged in the most animated conversation, and at times making the woods resound with peals of laughter. As to tears, they have them in abundance, both real and affected; at timea they make a merit of them. No one weeps more bitterly or profusely at the death of a relative or friend; and they have stated times when they repair to howl and lament at their graves. As far as I can judge, the Indian of poetical fiction is like the shepherd of pastoral romance, a mere personification of imaginary attributes. . Irvino.

CLXXIX. — DRAMATIC EXTRACTS. 1 Effect Of Oratory On A Multitude. Rev. George Croly. His words seemed oracles

That pierced their bosoms; and each man would turn,

And gaze in wonder on his neighbor's face,

That with the like dumb wonder answered him:

Then some would weep, some shout, some, deeper touched,

Keep down the cry with motion of their hands,

In fear but to have lost a syllable.

The evening came, yet there the people stood,
As if't were noon, and they the marble sea,
Sleeping without a wave. You could have heard
The beating of your pulses while he spoke.

2. SouLOQtnr or Van Artevelde.Henry Taylor.

Say that I fall not in this enterprise,—
Still must my life be full of hazardous turns,
And they that house with me must ever live
In imminent peril of some evil fate. —
Make fast the doors; heap wood upon the fire;
Draw in your stools, and pass the goblet round.
And be the prattling voice of children heard.

Now let us make good cheer But what is this!

Do I not see, or do I dream I see,

A form that midmost in the circle site

Half visible, his face deformed with scars,

And foul with blood ? — O! yes, — I know it — there

Sits Danger with his feet upon the hearth!

The dweller in the mountains, on whose ear
The accustomed cataract thunders unobserved, —
The seaman, who sleeps sound upon the deck,
Nor hears the loud lamenting of the blast,
Nor heeds the weltering of the plangent" wave, —
These have not lived more undisturbed than I.
But build not upon this; the swollen stream
May shake the cottage of the mountaineer,
Ana drive him forth; the seaman, roused at length,
Leaps from his slumber on the wave-washed deck;
And now the time comes fast when here in Ghent
He who would live exempt from injuries
Of armed men must be himself in arms.
This time is near for all, — nearer for me.
I will not wait upon necessity,
And leave myself no choice of vantage-ground,
But rather meet the times where best I may,
And mould and fashion them as best I can.

3. Innocence.

Whence learned she this? 0, she was innocent!
And to be innocent is Nature's wisdom!
The fledge-dove knows the prowlers of the air,
Feared soon as seen, and flutters back to shelter
And the young steed recoils upon his haunches,
The never yet seen adder's hiss first heard.
O, surer than suspicion's hundred eyes
Is that fine sense which to the pure in heart
By mere oppug'nancy of their own goodness
Reveals the approach of evil.

4. TITUS BEFORE JERUSALEM. - Rev. H. H. Milman It must be And yet it moves me, Romans! it confounds The counsel of any firm philosophy, That Ruin's merciless ploughshare must pass o'er, And barren saltki be sown on yon proud city.“ As on this olive-crowned hill we stand, Where Hebron at our feet its scanty waters Distils from stone to stone with gentle motion, As through a valley sacred to sweet peace, How boldly doth it front us! how majestically! Like a luxurious vineyard, the hill-side Is hung with marble fabrics, line o’er line, Terrace o'er terrace, nearer still and nearer To the blue heavens! There bright and sumptuous palaces, With cool and verdant gardens interspersed ; There towers of war that frown in massy strength ; While over all hange the rich purple eve, As conscious of its being her last farewell Of light and glory to that fated city. And, as our clouds of battle, dust, and smoke, Are melted into air, behold the Temple In undisturbed and lone serenity, Finding itself a solemn sanctuary In the profound of heaven! It stands before us A mount of snow, fretted with golden pinnacles ! The very sun, as though he worshipped there, Lingers upon the gilded cedar roofs, And down the long and branching porticos! On every flowery-sculptured capital Glitters the homage of his parting beams ! By Her'culēs! the sight might almost win The offended majesty of Rome to mercy.

I'll have no glittering gewgaws stuck about you,
To stretch the gaping eyes of idiot wonder,
And make men stare upon a piece of earth
As on the star-wrought firmament; no feathers
To wave as streamers to your vanity;
Nor cumbrous silk, that, with its rustling sound,
Makes proud the flesh that bears it. She's adorned
Amply that in her husband's eye looks lovely
The truest mirror that an honest wife
Can see her beauty in!

Thus modestly attired,
A half-blown rose stuck in thy braided hair,
With no more diamonds than those eyes are made of,

No deeper rubies than compose thy lips,
Nor pearls more precious than inhabit them, —
With the pure red and white, which that same hand
Which blends the rainbow mingles in thy cheeks,—
This well-proportioned form (thmk not I flatter)
In graceful motion to harmonious sounds,
And thy free tresses dancing in the wind, —
Thou 'lt fix as much observance as chaste dameb
Can meet without a blush.


1. Who is the man that, in addition to the disgraces and mischiefs of our army, has dared to authorize and associate to our arms the tomahawk and scalping-knife of the savage? — to call into civilized alliance the wild aud inhuman savage of the woods; to delegate to the merciless Indian the defence of disputed rights; and to wage the horrors of his barbarous war against our brethren? My Lords, these enormities cry aloud for redress and punishment; but, atrocious as they are, they have found a defender in this House. "It is perfectly justifiable," says a noble Lord, " to use all the means that God and Nature put into our hands." I am astonished, shocked, to hear such principles confessed, — to hear them avowed in this House, or even in this country; — principles equally unconstitutional, inhuman, and unchristian!

2. My Lords, I did not intend to have trespassed again upon your attention; but I cannot repress my indignation — I feel myself impelled by every duty to proclaim it. As members of this House, as men, as Christians, we are called upon to prbtest against the barbarous proposition. "That God and Nature put into our hands!" — What ideas that noble Lord may entertain of God and Nature, I know not; but I know that such abominable principles are equally abhorrent to religion and to humanity. What! attribute the sacred sanction of God and Nature to the massacres of the Indian scalping-knife, — to the cannibal savage, torturing, murdering, devouring, drinking the blood of his mangled victims! Such horrible notions shock, every precept of religion, revealed or natural; every sentiment of honor, every generous feeling of humanity!

3. These abominable principles, and this more abominable avowal of them, demand most decisive indignation! I call upon that Eight Reverend Bench, those holy ministers of the Gospel, aud pious pastors of our Church; I con-jure' them to join in the holy work, and to vindicate the religion of their God! I appeal to the wisdom and the law of this learned Bench, to defend and support the justice of their country! I call upon the Bishops to interpose the unsullied sanctity of their lawn, upon the judges to interpose the purity of their ermine, to save us from this pollution! I call upon the honor of your Lordships, to reverence the dignity of your ancestors, and to maintain your own! I call upon the spirit and humanity of my country, to vindicate the national character! I invoke the genius of the Constitution! From the tapestry that adorns these walls, the immortal ancestor of the noble Lord frowns with indignation at the disgrace of his country!

4. Turn forth into our settlements, among our ancient connections, friends and relations, the merciless cannibal, thirsting for the blood of man, woman, and child? Send forth the infidel savage? Against whom? Against your brethren! To lay waste their country, to desolate their dwellings, and extirpate their race and name, with these horrible hounds of savage war! Spain armed herself with blood-hounds to extirpate the wretched natives of America; and we improve on the inhuman example of even Spanish cruelty; — we turn loose these savages, these fiendish hounds, against our brethren and countrymen in America, of the same language, laws, liberties, and religion, — endeared to us by every tie that should sanctify humanity!

5. My Lords, this awful subject, so important to our honor, our Constitution, and our religion, demands the most solemn and effectual inquiry. And I again call upon your Lordships, and the united powers of the State, to examine it thoroughly and decisively, and to stamp upon it an indelible stigma of the public abhorrence. And I again implore those holy prelates of our religion to do away those iniquities from among us. Let them perform a lustration; let them purify this House and this country from this sin. My Lords, I am old and weak, and at present unable to say more; but my feelings and my indignation were too strong to have said less. I could not have slept this night in my bed, or have reposed my head on my pillow, without giving this vent to my eternal abhorrence of such preposterous and enormous principles.

6. This, my Lords, is a perilous and tremendous moment. It is no time for adulation. The smoothness of flattery cannot save us, in this rugged and awful crisis. It is now necessary to instruct the Throne, in the language of Truth. We must, if possible, dispel the delusion and darkness which envelop it; and display, in its full danger and genuine colors, the ruin whioh ii

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