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to live with you', but for the injuries of one man'. Colonel Cresap', last spring', in cold blood', and unprovoked', murder. ed all the relatives of Logan', not sparing even my women and children'. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature'. This called on me for revenge'. I have sought it'. I have killed many': I have fully glutted my vengeance'. For my country', I rejoice at the beams of peace': but do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear': Logan never felt fear'. He will not turn on his heel'... to save his life's Who is there to mourn for Logan'? Not one'."
Speech of Farmer's Brother. THE sachems', chiefs', and warriours of the Seneca nation', to the sachems and chiefs assembled about the great council-fire of the state of New York.
Brothers'-As you are once more assembled in council', for the purpose of doing honour to yourselves and justice to your country', we', your brothers', the sachems', chiefs', and war. riours of the Seneca nation', request you to open your ears', and give attention to our voice and wishes'.
Brothers'—You will recollect the late contest between you and your father', the great king of England'. This contest threw the inhabitants of the whole island into a great tumult and commotion', like a raging whirlwind', which tears up the trees', and tosses to and fro the leaves', so that no one knows whence they come', or when they will fall'.
Brothers'—This whirlwind was so directed by the Great Spirit, as to throw into our arms two of your infanto children', Jasper Parrish' and Horatio Jones'. We adopted them into our families', and made them our children'. We loved them', and nourished them. They lived with us many years'. At length the Great Spirit spoke to the whirlwind' and it was still'. * A clear and uninterrupted sky appeared'. The path of peace was opened', and the chain of friendship was once more made bright'. Then these', our adopted children', left us to seek their relatives'. We wished them to remain among us', and promised', if they would return and live in our country', to give .Md. bIn-håb'e'tånts-not, tunts. In'fânt. dTshildren—not, drun.
• God said, Let there be light; and there was light.
each of them a seat of land for them and their children to set down upon'
Brothers - They have returned', and have', for several years past', been serviceable to us as interpreters'. We still feel our hearts beat with affection for them', and now wish to fulfil the promise we made them', and to reward them for their services'. We have therefore made up our minds to give them a seat of two square miles of land lying on the outlet of Lake Erie', about three miles below Black-Rock'.
Brothers'—We have now made known to you our minds'. We expect', and earnestly request', that you will permit our friends to receive this our gift', and will make the same good to them', according to the laws and customs of your
nation'. Brothers'—Why should you hesitate to make our minds easy with regard to this our request'? To you it is but a little thing'; and have you not complied with the uest', and confirmed the gift', of our brothers', the Oneidas', the Onondagas', and the Cayugas', to their interpreters'? and shall we ask’, and not be heard"?
Brothers'—We send you this our speech', to which we ex. pect your answer before the breaking up of your great councilfire.
SECTION XV. Red Jacket; a Chief of the Indian Tribe, the Senecas.*
COOPER', whose name is with his country's woven',
First in her files', her pioneer of mind',
His love for the young land he left behind';
Robed like the deluge rainbow', heaven-wrought,
And beautiful as its green world of thought'.
As law authority'—it passed nem. con.'t-
The most enlightened people ever known':
In Paris', full of song', and dance', and laugh';
There's not a bailif', nor an epitaph'.
* From Bliss' Talisman, 1829.
Nemine contra dicente, no one contradicting.
And', furthermore'—in fifty years', or sooner,
We shall export our poetry and wine',
Will sweep the seas from Zembla to the line'.
Gazing', as I', upon thy portrait now';
Its eye's dark beauty', and its thoughtfal brow-
Its eye', upsoaring like an eagle's wings';
Outrival'.. Europe', even'.. in our kings'.
Tell not the planting of thy parenta tree',
To thee and to thy sires the subject knee'. Thy name is princely':
Though no poet's magick
And introduced it in a pantomime';
Of thine own land'; and on her herald-roll,
As Cæur de Lion's',* of a warriour's soul'.
That medal pale', as diamonds the dark mine',
A more becoming evening dress than thine';
And fitted for thy couch on field and flood',
Or forest-green', for England's Robin Hood'.
Thou art as tall', as sinewy', and as strong'.
Heroes in history', and gods in song':
The heart', and makes the wisest head its sport';
The secret of their mastery —they are short'.
But the love-legends of thy manhood's years',
Are'-but I rhyme for smiles', and not for tears'.
The monarch mind'—the mystery of commanding',
The godlike power', the art Napoleon',
The hearts of millions till they move as one';
The road to death as to a festival';
With banner-folds of glory their dark pall'.
Lies the dear charm of life's delightful dream';
That all things beu útiful are what they seem.
Would', like the patriarch's';a sooth a dying hour';
As e'erb won maiden's lip in moonlight bower';
With motions', graceful as a bird's in air';
That e'erb cilnched fingers in a captive's hair'?
Deadlier than that which bathes the Upas tree';
Is calm as her babe's sleep', compared with thee'?
Its lip as moveless', and its cheek as clear',
Love', hatred', pride', hope', sorrow'-all', save fear.
Her pipes in peace', her tomahawk in wars';
Pride'-in thy rifle trophiese and thy scars';
Remembered and revenged when thou art gone';
Thy name', thy fame', thy passions', and thy throne
God eternal, and Man morta. LORD', thou hast been our dwelling-place in all generations'. Before the mountains' were brought forth', or ever thou hadst
•Pa'tré 'ärks. bare. Es-tshoo'ing. Wér. Tro'fiz. Mountius -not, mount'nz.
formed the earth and the world', even from everlasting to ever lasting', thou art God'.
Thou turnest man to destruction'; and sayest', “ Retûrn', ye children of men'.” For a thousand years in thy sight', are but as yesterday when it is past, and as a watch in the night . Thou ca est men away as with a flood'. They are as a sleep': in the morning', they are like grass which groweth up': in the morning it flourisheth', and groweth up'; in the evening it is cut down', and withereth'. For we are consumed by thine anger', and by thy wrath are we troubled'.
Thou hast set our iniquities before thee', our secret sins in the light of thy countenance'. For all our days are passed away in thy wrath': we spend our years as a tale that is told'. The days of our years are threescore years and ten'; and if', by reason of strength', they be fourscore years', yet is their strength labour and sorrow'; for it is soon cut off', and we fly away'.
Who knoweth the power of thine anger'? Even according to thy fear', so is thy wrath'. So teach us to number our days that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom'.
Version of the same.-WATTS.
Cut down and withered in an hour'.