many: First, their building of houses, infant corn, or an undermining worm to spoil his spurns. Their corn being ripe, they gather it, and dry it hard in the sun, convey it to their barns, which be great holes digged in the ground, in form of a brass pot, ceiled with rinds of trees, wherein they put their corn, covering it from the inquisitive search of their gormandizing, improvident husbands, who would eat up both their allowed portion and reserved seed, if they knew where to find it. But our hogs have found a way to unhinge their barn doors, and rob their garners: They are glad to implore their husbands help to roll the bodies of trees over their holes, to prevent those pioneers, whose thievery they as much hate as their flesh. Another of their employments is their summer processions to get lobsters for their husbands, wherewith they bait their hooks when they go a fishing for bass or codfish. This is an every day's walk, be the weather cold or hot, the water rough or calm, they must dive sometimes over head and ears for a lobster, which often shakes them by their hands with a churlish nip, and bids them adieu. The tide being spent, they trudge home two or three miles, with a hundred weight of lobsters at their backs, and, if none, a hundred scolds meet them at whose frames are formed like our garden-. arbors, something more round, very strong and handsome, covered with closewrought mats of their own weaving, which deny entrance to any drop of rain, though it come both fierce and long, neither can the piercing north wind find a cranny, through which he can convey his cooling breath; they be warmer than our English houses; at the top is a square hole for the smoke's evacuation, which in rainy weather is covered with a plover: These are such smokey dwellings, that, when there are good fires, they are not able to stand upright, but lie all along under the smoke, never using any stools or chairs, it being as rare to see an Indian sit on a stool at home, as it is strange to see an Englishman sitting on his heels abroad. Their houses are smaller in summer, when their families be dispersed by reason of heat and occasions. winter they have some fifty or threescore foot long; forty or fifty men being inmates under one roof; and as is their husbands occasions, these poor tectonists are often troubled, like snails, to carry their houses on their backs, sometimes to fishing-places, other times to huntingplaces; after that to a planting-place, where it abides the longest: Another home, and a hungry belly for two days. work is their planting of corn, wherein after. Their husbands having caught they excel our English husbandmen, keep- any fish, they bring it in their boats as ing it so clear with their clam-shell hoes, far as they can by water, and there leave as if it were a garden, rather than a corn- it; as it was their care to catch it, so it field; not suffering a choaking weed to must be their wives pains to fetch it home, advance his audacious head above their or fast; which done, they must dress it In and cook it, dish it, and present it, see and footed, wrapt in a beaver skin, bound to his good behaviour, with his feet up to his bum, upon a board two foot long and one foot broad, his face exposed to all nipping weather, this little pappoose travels about with his bare-footed mother, to paddle in the icy clam-banks, after three or four days have sealed his pasteboard and his mother's recovery. it eaten over their shoulders, and, their loggerships having filled their paunches, their sweet lullabies scramble for their scraps. In the summer, these Indian women, when lobsters are in plenty and prime, dry them to keep for winter, erecting scaffolds in the hot sun-shine, making fires likewise underneath them, by whose smoke the flies are expelled till the substance becomes hard and dry. In this manner they dry bass and other fish, without salt, cutting them very thin to dry suddenly, before the flies spoil them, having a special care to hang them in their smokey houses, in the night and dankish weather. 66 In summer they gather flags, of which they make mats for houses, and hemp and rushes, with dying stuff, of which they make curious baskets, with intermixed colours and portraitures of antique imagery: These baskets be of all sizes, from a quart to a quarter; in which they carry their luggage. In winter they are their husbands caterers, trudging to the clam banks for their belly timber, and their porters to lug home their venison, which their laziness exposes to the wolves till they impose it upon their wives shoulders. They likewise sew their husbands shoes, and weave coats of turkey feathers, besides all their ordinary house hold drudgery which daily lies upon them; so that a childbirth hinders no business, nor takes up much time; but the young infant, being greased "For their carriage, it is very civil, smiles being the greatest grace of their mirth; their musick is lullabies to quiet their children, who generally are as quiet as if they had neither spleen nor lungs. To hear one of these Indians unseen, a good ear might easily mistake their untaught voice for the warbling of a welltuned instrument. Such command have they of their voices. These womens modesty drives them to wear more cloaths than their men, having always a coat of cloth or skins wrapt like a blanket about their loins, reaching down to their hams, which they never put off in company. a husband have a mind to sell his wife's beaver petticoat, which sometimes he doth, she will not put it off till she have another to put on. Commendable is their mild carriage and obedience to their husbands, notwithstanding all their churlishness and savage inhumanity, not seeming to delight in frowns or offering to word it with their lords, nor presuming to proclaim their female superiority to the usurping of the least tittle of their husbands charter, but rest themselves content under their helpless condition, counting it the If woman's portion. Since the English either rare or desired, as strawberries, hurtleberries, rasberries, gooseberries, cherries, plumbs, fish, and other such gifts as their poor treasury yields them. Thus much for the satisfaction of women concerning the relation of these Indian squaws."* arrival comparison hath made them miserable; for seeing the kind usage of the English to their wives, they do as much condemn their husbands for unkindness, and commend the English for their love, as their husbands, commending themselves for their wit in keeping their wives industrious, do condemn the English for their folly in spoiling good working creatures. These women resort often to the English houses, where they do somewhat ease their misery by complaining, and seldom part without a relief. If her husband come to seek for his squaw, and begin to bluster, the Englishwoman betakes her to her arms, which are the warlike ladle and the scalding liquors, threatning blistering to the naked runaway, who is soon expelled by such liquid comminations. In a word, to conclude this woman's history, their love to the English hath deserved no small esteem; ever presenting them something that is * "Much talking is condemned of them; for neither Indian men nor women utter many words; they speak seldom, and then with such gravity as is pleasing to the ear. Such as understand them not, desire yet to hear their em phatical expressions, and lively action; such is the mild temper of their spirits that they cannot endure objurgations, or scoldings. An Indian sagamore once hearing an English woman scold her husband, her quick utterance ́exceeding his apprehension, her active lungs thundering in his ears, drove him the house, from whence he went to the next neighbour, where he related the unseemliness of her beha viour; her language being strange to him, he expressed it as strangely, telling them how she cried Nannana Naunana Nannana Nan, saying he was a great fool to give her the audience." For Parley's Magazine. TO A TAME HARE IN A GARDEN, AS SEEN IN AN ENGRAVING IN COWPer's works. IF life be the blessing We wish it to be, Or worth the possessing, Thou'st nothing to care for, Thy wants are supplied. No means are neglected To shelter thy form; Thou art safely protected From heat and from storm. The odour of flowers Thy hours flit in glee, Entire jubilee. green lanes, they see the daily issues from the great treasury of the earth,opening buds, new flowers, surprising insects. They come home laden with unheard of curiosities, wonderful rarities of their new-found world; and tell of their being met by ladies who admired them, and who spoke to them. As children increase in years they go from particulars to generals-observe the weather, sun-rising and sun-setting, the hanging forms of clouds, varied scenery, difference of character in persons. In a short time they know so much as to think they know enough. They enter upon life, and find experience-the schoolmaster is always at home. In manhood the instincts of childhood and the recollections of our old love return. We would throw ourselves upon the bosom of Nature, but we are weaned. We cannot see Nature as we did; yet we keep representations of her features; throw landscapes and forests into portfolios, and suspend Claudes and Poussins in our rooms. We turn from Nature herself to look at painted shadows of her; and behold pictures of graceful human forms till we dream of human perfection. YEAR BOOK. ALMOND-TREE, AND BEES. YESTERDAY I had the pleasure to dine with a very amiable and worthy friend at his villa a few miles distant from town; and, while the company were high in mirth, slipped away to enjoy half an hour's sober thought and salutary air. An almond-tree, in the centre of the garden, presented an immense tuft of flowers, covering its whole surface. Such a glow of floral beauty would at any time have been an object of admiration; but at a season when every thing else is dead, when not a leaf appears on any of the vegetable tribe besides, and the adjacent trees are bare skeletons, it claimed a peculiar share of attention. An inquisitive eye loves to pry into the inmost recesses of objects, and seldom fails of a reward more than proportioned to the trouble of the research. Every one must have observed, that in all flow ers there is an apparatus in the centre, different from the leafy structure of the verge, which is what strikes the eye at first sight; the threads which support the yellow heads in the centre of the rose, and those which serve as pedestals to the less numerous, but larger, dusky black ones in the tulip, are of this kind. Formerly, these were esteemed no more than casual particles, or the effect of a luxuriance from an abundant share of nourishment sent up to the leaves of the flower, throwing itself into these uncertain forms, as they were then esteemed. But science disclaims the supposition of nature's having made any thing, even the slightest particle of the meanest herb, in vain ; and, proceeding on this hypothesis, has discovered that the gaudy leaves which were, at one time, supposed to constitute the essence of the flower, are merely a |