him to her
nets. As time, however, wore on, her hopes became fainter, until the
terrible conviction settled like a night upon her soul, that she had
trifled with the noblest heart of her nation and driven it for ever
away. Then it was she felt the desolation no language can express. A
settled melancholy took possession of her. Her eyes lost their fire,
her lip its smile, and her voice the song. She would wander alone,
far away into the recesses of the forest, speaking to herself in
low tones, and weeping at the remembrance of happy days. Her health
declined rapidly until she became too weak to leave without assistance
the couch, where day after day reclined her fading form. One soft
summer morning she begged two of her mates to support her to the
rock, whence she beheld the exploit of Wampum-hair. She sank down, and
removing, with her wasted hand, the long hair that had fallen over
her eyes, gazed sadly on the foaming river. With a wistful look she
followed the course of the cataract from top to bottom, probably
recalling at the moment her lover's danger for her sake and her own
repented scorn, then heavily sighed, and leaning her head on the bosom
of one of her companions, expired.

CHAPTER XXIII.

Wide o'er the brim with many a torrent swelled,
And the mixed ruin of its banks o'erspread,
At last the roused up river pours along:
Resistless, roaring, dreadful, down it comes
From the rude mountain and the mossy wild.

THOMSON'S SEASONS.

The company expressed their acknowledgments to Bernard for the
entertainment he had furnished, although they all seemed to consider
the conduct of Wampum-hair inconsistent with his amiable character,
and to pity the fate of Leelinau.

"The writer must have had some suspicion of the inconsistency
himself," said Bernard, "to judge from his attempt to obviate
the difficulty, by ascribing a magic change in his hero, to the
application of the child's hand to the head, instead of as before,
to the heart. This part of the tale is slightly and unskillfully
developed."

"I cannot agree with you," said Faith, "and think you do your
friend injustice. The idea is, that the guardian genius exercised a
controlling influence over the destiny of the young man; and I see no
reason why if we concede the power to the genius to soften his nature,
we may not grant also the ability to harden it."

"Especially," observed Pownal, "as the object of the protecting spirit
would have