LES.

[Illustration]

Song of a Nadowessee Chief.

See on his mat--as if of yore,
All life-like sits he here!
With that same aspect which he wore
When light to him was dear.

But where the right hand's strength? and where
The breath that loved to breathe,
To the Great Spirit aloft in air,
The peace-pipe's lusty wreath?

And where the hawk-like eye, alas!
That wont the deer pursue,
Along the waves of rippling grass,
Or fields that shone with dew?

Are these the limber, bounding feet
That swept the winter's snows?
What stateliest stag so fast and fleet?
Their speed outstripped the roe's!

These arms, that then the steady bow
Could supple from its pride,
How stark and helpless hang they now
Adown the stiffened side!

Yet weal to him--at peace he stays
Where never fall the snows;
Where o'er the meadows springs the maize
That mortal never sows.

Where birds are blithe on every brake--
Where forests teem with deer--
Where glide the fish through every lake--
One chase from year to year!

With spirits now he feasts above;
All left us--to revere
The deeds we honor with our love,
The dust we bury here.

Here bring the last gift! loud and shrill
Wail, death dirge for the brave!
What pleased him most in life may still
Give pleasure in the grave.

We lay the ax beneath his head
He swung when strength was strong--
The bear on which his banquets fed--
The way from earth is long!

And here, new sharped, place the knife
That severed from the clay,
From which the ax had spoiled the life,
The conquered scalp away!

The paints that deck the dead bestow--
Yes, place them in his hand--
That red the kingly shade may glow
Amid the spirit-land.

SIR. E. L. BULWER.

"Mahnusatia."

A pine-girt lake, broad spread; a glimpse
Of clear-rimmed bay, encroaching lusk
Upon a lapse of rocky vale;
Beyond, a brunt-browed mountain, set
Abrupt against a weary waste
Of level, sparse-grown forest plain.
Vanguard of Order's birth on Earth's
Primeval stage, sphynx-like, the mount
From chaos burst upon a world
Of sea in space. It kept its head
To the sun; it pierced the dense of the mists;
It gathered forces, one by one,
Until the land by light was kissed.
The waters slunk away to Lake
Superior's bent, leaving a child
At play, on a plateau's breast, content.
Marking the march of time, the mount
Grew grim and gray, while ages stored
The