aki Indians of Maine. These Indians had complained to the governor
of Canada about some fancied or real wrong done them by the English, and
begged for redress. The prayer of the savages, and the policy of the
French, were in full accord, and this expedition was sent out to prove
to the Indians that the French were their friends and avengers. Its
object was accomplished.

Leaving the dogs, sledges, and such baggage as suited his purpose, at
the mouth of West River, under the shadow of Wantastiquet, De Rouville,
with scouts well advanced, pushed forward his eager army on its last
day's march with caution and celerity, and reached the bluff overlooking
our valley on the night of Feb. 28, 1703-4. Here, behind a low ridge,
the packs were unstrapped, the war-paint put on, and final preparations
made. Not long before dawn, at the darkest hour of the night, the attack
was made on the sleeping town with fire and sword.

Many attempts have been made to depict the shocking tragedies of this
dreadful morning, but no pen or pencil ever has succeeded in fitly
portraying the terrible reality, the ghastly horrors of this crowning
event in the life of a frontier town.

TRUST.

BY J. B. M. WRIGHT.

There's a lesson ever hiding
Deep within the floweret's cell,
Of an endless trust abiding
Safe with Him who guideth well.

As the flowers are ever gazing
To the land above the stars,
We, our earnest life upraising,
Look beyond life's sunset bars,

With our eager footsteps wending,
Strive to reach the summits grand,
Where, the past and future blending,
His own guardian angels stand.

ELIZABETH.[E]

A ROMANCE OF COLONIAL DAYS.

BY FRANCES C. SPARHAWK, Author of "A Lazy Man's Work."

CHAPTER XXXII.

THE CAPITULATION.

It was the fifteenth of June. The expected ships had joined Commodore
Warren, and his fleet of eleven men-of-war bore into the harbor. Signals
had been agreed upon between the two commanders. The brush was piled
upon Green Hill ready to send its columns of flame into the air when the
Dutch flag at the mast-head of Warren's ship should announce that he was
ready.

Under the inspiring promise of this flag, and in the blaze of the
answering signals, the troops, with drums beating and colors flying,
were to rush to the assault. Archdale's opinion, that heavy guns at the
lighthouse would be disastrous to their old enemy the Island