r her indian dress, to which it seems she
has a bigoted attachment. His children are well educated: and, Ned, our
blacksmith thinks, that your heroine Felice, would be a perfect beauty,
if she had such hair as your sister's, and the olive tinge could be
washed out of her skin.

"Bernard, since the late reverses in France, has returned there, and
recovered an immense property which had been sequestered by Napoleon.

"Last year his family received dispatches from him, by your 'chief,'
Ned--who, if not in reality a chief, is the son of a distinguished
sachem of the Seneca tribe, which is located some where on the shores
of Lake Erie. The old Seneca chief was converted to the Romish religion,
by a Catholic missionary, who persuaded him to resign his son into his
hands, to be educated a priest.

"It appears that neither European intercourse, nor the strict discipline
of a catholic school, have overcome the young man's preference of the
wild and lawless life of his tribe. As I said, on his return from
France, he brought letters from Bernard to his family, and here he
has played successfully the part of Othello the Moor, with this young
Desdemona; and the blacksmith thinks that Bernard will play the enraged
father to the life, as it has been his declared resolution from his
daughter's birth, that she should not wed an indian.

"For the rest of my story, it is explained by what you have witnessed,
Edward. The Seneca youth has visited his people, and returned here just
as Felice is on the eve of departure for France, in compliance with her
father's requisition. As to the future, whether she will remain constant
to her lover, as we are not seers, we cannot predict--we can only
guess."

Edward and Julia professed unbounded confidence in Felice's fidelity.
Mr. Morris did not see what the girl could do better. Indian she
undoubtedly was, and he thought it was a clear case for the application
of the Scottish proverb, 'hawks won't pick out hawks' een;' at any rate
it would be a piece of effrontery for her to turn her back upon her
indian lover, and expect to win a white one.

Mr. and Mrs. Sackville thought it possible that Julia might find
Frenchmen in whose estimation an ample fortune would atone for the
slight dishonour of her maternal ancestry.

Our travellers proceeded without accident or adventure along the
accustomed route through fine villages, whose rapid growth to maturity
remind one of the construction of a fairy pal