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1. THE blackbird is singing on Michigan's shore,

2. As sweetly and gayly as ever before;

3. For he knows to his mate he at pleasure can hie, 4. And the dear little brood she is teaching to fly.

5. The sun looks as ruddy, and rises as bright,

6. And reflects o'er the mountains as beamy a light,

7. As it ever reflected, or ever expressed,

8. When my skies were the bluest, my dreams were the best. 9. The fox and the panther, both beasts of the night,

10. Retire to their dens on the gleaming of light,

11. And they spring with a free and a sorrowless track, 12. For they know that their mates are expecting them back 13. Each bird and each beast, it is blest in degree:

14. All nature is cheerful, all happy, but me.

15. I will go to my tent, and lie down in despair;
16. I will paint me with black, and will sever my hair;
17. I will sit on the shore where the hurricane blows,
18. And reveal to the god of the tempest my woes;
19. I will weep for a season, on bitterness fed,
20. For my kindred are gone to the hills of the dead:

21. But they died not by hunger, or lingering decay; 22. The steel of the white man hath swept them away. 23. This snake-skin, that once I so sacredly wore,

24. I will toss, with disdain, to the storm-beaten shore; 25. Its charms I no longer obey or invoke,

26. Its spirit hath left me, its spell is now broke.

27. I will raise up my voice to the source of the light; 28. I will dream on the wings of the bluebird at night; 29. I will speak to the spirits that whisper in leaves, 30. And that minister balm to the bosom that grieves; 31. And will take a new Manito-such as shall seem 32. To be kind and propitious in every dream.

33. O, then I shall banish these cankering sighs,

34. And tears shall no longer gush salt from my eyes; 35. I shall wash from my face every cloud-colored stain;

36. Red-red shall alone on my visage remain!

37. I will dig up my hatchet, and bend my oak bow;

38. By night and by day, I will follow the foe;

39. Nor lakes shall impede me, nor mountains, nor snows;

40. His blood can alone give my spirit repose.

41. They came to my cabin when heaven was black;
42. I heard not their coming, I knew not their track;
43. But I saw, by the light of their blazing fuzees,
44. They were people engender'd beyond the big seas.
45. My wife and my children-O spare me the tale!
46. For who is there left that is kin to GEEHALE?


LONG NAME. A Dutch vessel having lost a number of hands in a gale at sea, a press-gang was sent ashore at the first landing, to obtain recruits. The requisite number being procured and brought on board, their names were asked, and registered in the ship's books. The last man called, gave his name, as follows:


"Upon my soul," says the scribe, throwing down his pen, "I can not write it."

Latest News from the Pacific.-Uncle Sam's War Steamer, BLOWUMSKYHIGH, has taken prisoner the illustrious POONOOWINGKEEWANGKEEFLIBEEDEEFLOBEEDEEBUSKEEBANG, the king of the Cannibal Islands.


The last of the STUARTS died lately in obscurity. There never was a whole race so singularly unfortunate, during at least four hundred years. ROBERT III., King of Scotland, broke his heart, because his eldest son, Robert, was starved to death, and his youngest son made captive; JAMES I., was assassinated in a convent, near Perth; JAMES II., was killed by the bursting of a cannon; JAMES III., was thrown from his horse, and murdered in a cottage where he sought shelter; JAMES IV., fell at the battle of Flodden Field; JAMES V., died of grief for the loss of his army; HENRY STUART, Lord Dudley, was assassinated; MARY STUART, was beheaded; CHARLES I., of England, was dethroned and executed; CHARLES II., was exiled for many years; JAMES II., lost his crown; ANNE, died broken hearted; and the posterity of JAMES were wretched wanderers: all are now gone.


READER, our book is through. We hope you have founa in it, both amusement and instruction. We have endeavored to convey both. If we have not made many subjects easy of acquisition, which you have before found difficult, then we have missed our aim. The path up the Hill of Science and Literature, is not always smooth and agreeable, but it is the province of the Instructor, whether he conveys his ideas verbally, or through the medium of books, to strew the way with roses rather than with briers. This has been the object of our labors in Mnemotechny. We have little sympathy with those "ungracious" teachers "who show the steep and thorny way to" Learning. We do not believe that difficult and torturing tasks, are necessary in obtaining an education. We have endeavored to open to all classes of learners, a new and agreeable road in Literary and Scientific research. The subjects and tables of information in the preceding pages, are believed to be of interest to nearly all reading and thinking persons; and from our experience in instructing as well as in learning, we have no hesitation in saying that we have given a way by which they can be easily committed to memory. The work may be a convenient book of reference. The object, however, of the publication, has been to give a variety of Historical, Biographical, Literary and Scientific information, of almost universal interest, and so connect it with our Art, as to make it of easy acquisition to every learner. How well we have succeeded, we leave the candid reader to judge.

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