afe for an instant. While sitting quietly
by his fireside or working in his cornfield, he was liable to instant
death at the hands of an unseen foe. In such a condition of affairs it
is not surprising that spots, where of late the influence of
civilization had begun to make itself felt, were abandoned by their
terror-stricken inhabitants. Thus, for a while, the rude savages again
appeared as rulers of the land, and the forest often resounded with
their war-cry as they fell on one partly-deserted town after another,
and their yells of triumph rang on the hushes of midnight as they
returned from their fiendish expeditions of plunder waving aloft the
scalps of their victims. For a year or more this bloody war lasted,
bringing death and desolation to many homes, until its guiding hand and
vital breath, King Philip, was struck down, killed by one of his race.

[TO BE CONCLUDED IN NEXT ISSUE.]

THE SINGER.

[FROM THE GERMAN OF GOETHE.]

BY LAURA GARLAND CARR.

"Outside the gate, what do I hear
Along the drawbridge sounding?
A song! Now let it reach my ear
Through palace-halls resounding!"
So speaks the king; the small page flies;
The lackey comes; the message hies;
The old man comes, low bowing.

"These noble lords have welcomed me;
These fair dames give me greeting.
What heavenly kingdom do I see
With star-gleam, star-gleam meeting!
Such splendor, pomp, and wealth allied,
Desire must here rest satisfied,
While Time forgets his speeding!"

He pauses now; now strikes in song
Full toned, of pleasing phrases.
Each knight grows proud in look, and strong;
Dames blush at fancied praises.
The king, for whom the songs awake,
As fair return the bard to make--
A golden chain upraises.

"Oh give to me no gift of gold!
Such to your knights deliver,
Before whose faces, stern and bold,
The foe's best lances shiver.
Or let some chancellor of state
This gift receive, a treasure mete,
Fit token from wise giver.

"I sing as some free wild bird sings,
Among green branches swinging.
The song that from the throat outrings
Its own reward is bringing.
But may I beg a gift of thine?
Then give to me of rare old wine
In golden beaker, brimming."

They bring it in; he drinks it up.
"O drink--sweet, strength-bestowing!
O happy house--where one may sup
With such wealth ever f