ntemplated translation into
mutton-broth for sick or wounded soldiers. The very slaves who once,
perchance, were sold at auction with yon aged patriarch of the flock,
had now asserted their humanity and would devour him as hospital
rations. Meanwhile our shepherd bore a sharp bayonet without a crook,
and I felt myself a peer of Ulysses and Rob Roy,--those sheep-stealers
of less elevated aims,--when I met in my daily rides these wandering
trophies of our wider wanderings.

ROBIN BADFELLOW.

Four bluish eggs all in the moss!
Soft-lined home on the cherry-bough!
Life is trouble, and love is loss,--
There's only one robin now!

You robin up in the cherry-tree,
Singing your soul away,
Great is the grief befallen me,
And how can you be so gay?

Long ago when you cried in the nest,
The last of the sickly brood,
Scarcely a pin-feather warming your breast,
Who was it brought you food?

Who said, "Music, come fill his throat,
Or ever the May be fled"?
Who was it loved the wee sweet note
And the bosom's sea-shell red?

Who said, "Cherries, grow ripe and big,
Black and ripe for this bird of mine"?
How little bright-bosom bends the twig,
Drinking the black-heart's wine!

Now that my days and nights are woe,
Now that I weep for love's dear sake,
There you go singing away as though
Never a heart could break!

ICE AND ESQUIMAUX.

CHAPTER IV.

AUTOCHTHONES

_July 30._--At Hopedale, lat. 55 deg. 30', we come upon an object of
first-class interest, worthy of the gravest study,--an original and
pre-Adamite man. In two words I give the reader a key to my final
conclusions, or impressions, concerning the Esquimaux race.

Original: Shakspeare is a copyist, and England a plagiarism, in
comparison with this race. The Esquimaux has done all for himself: he
has developed his own arts, adjusted himself by his own wit to the
Nature which surrounds him. Heir to no Rome, Greece, Persia, India, he
stands there in the sole strength of his native resources, rich only in
the traditionary accomplishments of his own race. Cut off equally from
the chief bounties of Nature, he has small share in the natural wealth
of mankind. When Ceres came to the earth, and blessed it, she forgot
him. The grains, the domestic animals, which from the high plateaus of
Asia descended with the fathers of history to the great fields