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Saupoolah's noble heart broke with intensity of suffering. She fell lifeless by the side of the murdered William, anda dozen swords at once were pointed at her. Otoolphacast one hurried glance upon her; and man has no power to speak the mingled rage, despair, and anguish, which that wild glance expressed. With the concentrated strength of fifty savages, he forced his way unhurt to the river side, and sprung into Saupoolah's favourite canoe. The boat filled with water: and he found that even here the treacherous revenge of his enemies would reach his life. With desperate strength he gained the shore, and ran toward the forest. His coronet and belt made him a conspicuous victim; multitudes were in pursuit; and he died covered with wounds. * * * Before the setting of the sun, the pretty hamlet was reduced to ashes; and the Indians slept their last sleep beneath their own possessions. * * * For many years two white crosses marked the place where the Jesuit and his English boy were buried; but they have long since been removed. The white man's corn is nourished by the bones of the Abnakis; and the nameof their tribe is well nigh forgotten.
THE HOUSEHOLD FESTIVAL.
'twas when the harvest-moon came slowly up,
In the hush'd eve, when closed the flowYet's cup,
Weaving a shadowy bower of odorous things,
Beauty and youth, and mirth, whose buoyant wings,
And, as the moon rose higher in the sky,
Lighting dim garden paths, through branches high,
Like fairy revellers, in one place were seen;
The dark, thick laurels formed a bowery screen;
Another hour,—and in a lighted room, Where glorious pictures lined the lofty wall.
They sate in social ease :—no brow of gloom,
It was in honour of a gallant youth
All wishing he were there—and well, in sooth,
Her bright eyes sparkling with delight and love, Told his young sister of his travels wide,
Ot pleasant sojourn in some palmy grove, And Indian cities in their gorgeous pride; Of desert isles where savage tribes abide.
And glorious shores and regions of old fame r
Belt, baracan, and bow of wondrous frame,
And, in her joyful phrase, she told how he,
Like a glad spirit, to partake their glee,
When the next harvest-moon lit up the pane, He should iuui Hi, his marvellous tales relate.
—Alas I encircled by the Indian main, That night beneath a tamarind tree he sat Heart-sick with thoughts of home and ponderings on his fatr.
The heavy sea broke thundering on the shore,
And from the desert mountains came the roar
And there he lay, beneath the spreading tree,
And, mourning for his son, down to the grave
And when the harvest-moon came forth again,
Her light fell streaming through the window pane
Ma By Howl-re
BY MRS CHILD.
In ancient times two little princesses lived in Scotland, one of whom was extremely beautiful, the other dwarfish, dark coloured, and deformed. One was named Rose, and the other Marion. The sisters did not live happily together. Marion hated Rose, because she was handsome, and every body praised her. She scowled, and her face absolutely grew black, when any body asked her how her pretty little sister Rose did; and once she was so wicked as to cut offall her glossy, golden hair, and throw it into the fire. Poor Rose cried bitterly about it; but she did not scold, or strike her sister; for she was an amiable, gentle little being as ever lived. No wonder all the family and all the neighbourhood disliked Marion—and no wonder her face grew uglier and uglier, every day. The Scots used to be a very superstitious people; and they believed the infant Rose had been blessed by the fairies, to whom she owed her extraordinary beauty and exceeding goodness.
Not far from the Castle where the princesses resided, was a deep grotto, said to lead to the Palace of Beauty; where the Queen of the Fairies held her court. Some said Rose had fallen asleep there one day, when she had grown tired of chasing a butterfly, and that the Queen had dipped her in an immortal fountain, from which she had risen with the beauty of an angel.* Marion often asked questions about this story; but Rose always replied that she had been forbidden to speak of it. When she saw any uncommonly brilliant bird, or butterfly, she would sometimes exclaim, "Oh how much that looks like fairy-land!" But when asked what she knew about fairyland, she blushed, and would not answer.
Marion thought a great deal about this. "Whycannot I go to the Palace of Beauty?" thought she; "and why may I not bathe in the Immortal Fountain!"
One summer's noon, when all was still, save the faint twittering of the birds, and the lazy hum of the insects, Marion entered the deep grotto. She sat down on a bank of moss; the air around her was as fragrant as if it came from abed of violets; and with a sound of far-off music dying on her ear, she fell into a gentle slumber. When she awoke it was evening; and she found herself in a small hall, where opal pillars supported a rainbow-roof, the bright reflection of which rested on crystal walls, and a golden floor inlaid with pearls. All around, between the opal pillars, stood the tiniest vases of pure alabaster, in which grew a multitude of brilliant and frag
* There was a superstition that whoever slept on fairy ground was carried away by the fairies.
rant flowers; some of them, twining around the pillars, were lost in the floating rainbow above. The whole of this scene of beauty was lighted up by millions of fire-flies, glittering about like wandering stars. While Marion was wondering at all this, a little figure of rare loveliness stood before her; her robe was of green and gold; her flowing gossamer mantle was caught up on one shoulder with a pearl, and in her hair was a solitary star composed of five diamonds, each no bigger than a pin's point. And thus she sung:—
The Fairy Queen
Hath rarely seen
Creature of earthly mould.
Within het door,
On pearly door.
Inlaid with shining gold.
Mortal, all thou see'st is fair;
Quick thy purposes declare I As she concluded, the song was taken up, and thrice repeated in a multitude of soft voices in the distance. It seemed as if birds and insects joined the chorus—the clear voice of the thrush was distinctly heard; the cricket kept time with his tiny cymbal; and ever and anon, between the pauses, the sound of a distant cascade was heard, whose waters fell in music.
All these delightful sounds died away, and the Queen of the Fairies stood patiently awaiting Marion's answer. Courtesying low, and with a trembling voice, the little maiden said, "Will it please your majesty to make me as handsome as my sister Rose?" The Queen smiled: :' I will grant your request," she said, "if you will promise to fulfil all the conditions I impose." Marion eagerly promised that she would. "The Immortal Fountain," replied the Queen," is on the top of a high, steep hill; at four different places fairies are stationed around it, who guard it with their wands; none can pass them exctpt those who obey my orders. Go home now: for one week speak no ungentle word to your sister—at the end of that time, come again to the grotto."
Marion went home light of heart. Rose was in the garden watering the flowers; and the first thing Marion observed, was that her sister's sunny hair had suddenly grown as long and beautiful as it had ever been. The sight made her angry; and she was just about to snatch the water-pot from her hand with an angry expression; but she remembered the fairy, and passed into the castle in silence. The end of the week arrived, and Marion had faithfully kept her promise. Again she went to the grotto. The queen was feasting when she entered the hall. The bees brought honeycomb and deposited it on the small rose-coloured shells, which adorned the crystal table: gaudy butterflies floated about the head of the Queen, and funned her with their wings; the cucullo, and the lantern-fly stood at her side, to aflbrd her light; a large diamond beetle formed her splendid footstool, and when she had supped, a dew-drop, on the petal of a violet, was brought for her royal fingers.
When Marion entered, the diamond sparkles on the wings of the fairies faded, as they always did in the presence of anything not per? fectly good; and in a few moments all the Queen's attendants vanished away, singing as they went,
The Fairy Queen Hath rarely seen Creature of earthly mould, Within her door, On pearly floor, Inlaid with shining gold.
"Mortal! hast thou fulfilled thy promise ?" asked the Queen. "I have," replied the maiden. "Then follow me." Marion did as she was directed—and away they went, over beds of violets and mignioJiette. The birds warbled above their heads, butterflies cooled the air, and the gurgling of many fountains came with a refreshing sound. Presently they came to the hill, on the top of which was the Immortal Fountain. Its foot was surrounded by a band of fairies clothed in green gossamer, with their ivory wands crossed, to bar the ascent. The Queen waved her wand over them, and immediately they stretched their thin wings and flew away. The hill was steep; and far, far up they went; and the air became more and more fragrant; and more and more distinctly they heard the sound of the waters falling in music. At length they were stopped by a band of fairies clothed in blue, with their silver wands crossed. "Here,"said the Queen," our journey must end. You can go no further until you shsill have fulfilled the orders 1 shall give you. Go home now; for one month, do by your sister in all respects, as you would wish to have her do by you, were you Rose, and she Marion." Marion promised, and departed. She found the task harder than the first had been. She could help speaking; but when Rose asked for any of her playthings, she found it difficult to give them gently and affectionately, instead of pushing them along; when Hose talked to her she wanted to go away in silence; and when a pocket mirror was found in her sister's room, broken into a thousand pieces, she felt sorely tempted to conceal that she did the mischief. But she was so anxious to be made beautiful, that she did as she would be done by.
All the household remarked how Marion had changed. "I love her dearly,"said Rose, "she is good and amiable." "Sodol,"and