This unworthy return provoked his vengeance. He accordingly signalized himself in the war which ensued.. In the autumn of the same year, a decisive battle was fought at the mouth of the Great Kenhaway, between the collected forces of the Shawanese, Mingoes, and Delawares, and a detachment of the Virginia militia. The Indians were defeated, and sued for peace. Logan, however, disdained to be seen among the suppliants. But, lest the sincerity of a treaty should be distrusted, from which so distinguished a chief absented himself, he sent, by a messenger, the following speech, to be delivered to lord Dunmore. "I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat: if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.' I had even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap, the last spring, in cold blood, and unprovoked, murdered all the relations of Logan, not even sparing my women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge. I have sought it: I have killed many : I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace: but do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life. Who is there to mourn for Logan-Not one." LESSON XVII. Geehale-An Indian Lament.-STATESMAN, N. York. THE blackbird is singing on Michigan's shore As sweetly and gaily as ever before; For he knows to his mate he, at pleasure, can hie, When my skies were the bluest, my dreams were the best. The fox and the panther, both beasts of the night, And they spring with a free and a sorrowless track, I will go to my tent, and lie down in despair; This snake-skin, that once I so sacredly wore, Its spirit hath left me, its spell is now broke. Oh! then I shall banish these cankering sighs, I will dig up my hatchet, and bend my oak bow; Nor lakes shall impede me, nor mountains, nor snows;- They came to my cabin, when heaven was black: I heard not their coming, I knew not their track ; But I saw, by the light of their blazing fusees, They were people engendered beyond the big seas: My wife, and my children,-oh spare me the tale!For who is there left that is kin to GEEHALE! 4 LESSON XVIII. Fall of Tecumseh.-STATESMAN, N. York. WHAT heavy-hoofed coursers the wilderness roam, 'Tis the hand of the mighty that grasps the rein, Ah! see them rush forward, with wild disdain, From the mountains had echoed the charge of death, The savage was heard, with untrembling breath, One moment, and nought but the bugle was heard, And nought but the war-whoop given; The next-and the sky seemed convulsively stirred, The din of the steed, and the sabred stroke, In the mist that hung over the field of blood, That steed reeled, and fell, in the van of the fight, Till met by a savage, whose rank, and might, The moment was fearful; a mightier foe *ch as in church. O ne'er may the nations again be cursed Gloom, silence, and solitude, rest on the spot, He fought, in defence of his kindred and king, The lightning of intellect flashed from his eye, Above, near the path of the pilgrim, he sleeps, And the bright-bosomed Thames, in its majesty, sweeps LESSON XIX. Monument Mountain.-BRYANT. THOU, who would'st see the lovely and the wild Ascend our rocky mountains. Let thy foot The beauty and the majesty of earth, Spread wide beneath, shall make thee to forget The steep and toilsome way. There, as thou stand'st, The mountain summits, thy expanding heart Shall feel a kindred with that loftier world, *This highly intellectual savage, appropriately styled "king of the woods," was no less distinguished for his acts of humanity than heroism. He fell in the bloody charge at Moravian town, during the war of 1812-15. To which thou art translated, and partake And down into the secrets of the glens And streams, that, with their bordering thickets, strive When the flood drowned them. To the north, a path Of winds, that struggle with the woods below, Is lovely round. A beautiful river there Wanders amid the fresh and fertile meads, The paradise he made unto himself, Mining the soil for ages. On each side The fields swell upward to the hills; beyond, Above the hills, in the blue distance, rise The mighty columns with which earth props heaven. There is a tale about these gray old rocks, A sad tradition of unhappy love And sorrows borne and ended, long ago, |