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2. Early in the morning, the man at the mast-head gave notice that three bears were making their way very fast over the ice, and directing their course towards the ship. They had probably been invited by the blubber of a seahorse, which the men had set on fire, and which was burning on the ice at the time of their approach.
3. They proved to be a she hear and her two cubs; but the cubs were nearly as large as the dam. They ran eagerly to the fire, and drew cut from the flames part of the flesh of the sea-horse, which remained unconsumed, and ate it voraciously.
4. The crew from the ship threw great pieces of the ilesh, which they had still left, upon the ice, which the old bear carried away singly, laid every piece before her cubs; and, dividing them, gave each a share, reserving but a small portion to herself. As she was carrying away the last piece, they levelled their muskets at the cubs, and shot them both dead; and in her retreat, they wounded the dam, but not mortally.
5. It would have drawn tears of pity from any but unfeeling minds, to have marked the affectionate concern manifested by this poor beast, in the moments of her expiring young. Though she was sorely wounded and could but just crawl to the place where they lay, she carried the lump of flesh she had fetched away, as she had done the others before, tore it in pieces, and laid it down before them; and when she saw they refused to eat, she laid her paws first upon one, and then upon the other, and endeavoured to raise them up.
6. All this while it was piteous to hear her moan. When she found she could not stir them, she went off ; and when at some distance, looked back and moaned ; and that not availing to entice them away, she returned, and smelling around them began to lick their wounds.
7. She went off a second time, as before ; and having crawled a few paces, looked again behind her, and for some time stood moaning. But still her cubs not rising to follow her, she returned to them again, and with signs of inexpressible fondness, went round one and round the other, pawing them, and moaning.
8. Finding at last that they were cold and lifeless, she raised her head towards the ship, and growled her resent
ment at the murderers; which they returned with a volley of musket balls. She fell between her cubs, and died lick ing their wounds.
9. What child can read this interesting story, and not feel in his heart the warmest emotions of gratitude, for the stronger and more permanent tenderness he has experierced from his parents ; while, at the same time, he feels his clispleasure arising towards these who treat with wanton barbarity any of the brute creation !
A CHACTAW Indian, having one day expressed bimself in the most reproachful terms of the French, and called the Collapissas their dogs and their slaves, one of his nation, exasperated at his injurious expressions, laid bim dead upon the spot.
2. The Chactaws, then the most nunerous, and the most warlike tribe on the continent, immediately flew to arms. They sent deputies to New Orleans to demand from the French governor the head of the savage, who had fled to him for protection.
3. The governor offered presents as an atonement, but they were rejected with disdain ; and they threatened to exterminate the whole tribe of the Collapissas. To pacify this fierce nation, and prevent the effusion of blood, it was at length found necessary to deliver up the un happy lodian.
4. The Sieur Ferrand, commander of the German posts, on the right of the Mississippi, was charged with this melancholy commission. A rendezvous was, in consequence, appointed between the settlement of the Collapissas and the German posts, where the mournful ceremony was conducted in the following manner.
5. The Indian victim, whose name was Mingo, was produced. He rose up, and agreeable to the custom of the people, harangued the assembly to the following purpose.
6. “I am a true man; that is to say, I fear not death; but I lament the fate of my wife, and four infant children,
whom I leave behind in a very tender age. I lament too my father and my mother, whom I have long maintained by hunting. Them, however, I recommend to the French, since, on their account, I now fall a sacrifice.”
7. Scarcely had he finished this short and pathetic hasangue, when the old father, struck with the filial affection of his son, arose, and thus addressed himself to his audience.
· My son is doomed to death: but be is young and vigorous, and more capable than I, to support his mother, his wife and four infant children. It is necessary, then that he remain upon the earth to protect and provide for then. As for me who draw towards the end of my career, I have lived long enough. May my son attain to my age, that he may bring up my tender infants. I am no longer good for any thing; a few years more or less are to me of small importance. I have lived as a man. I will die as a man. I therefore take the place of my son.”
9. At these words, which expressed his parental love and greatness of soul in the most touching manner, his wife, his son, his daughter in-law, and the little infants, melted into tears, around this brave, this generous old man. He embraced them for the last time, exhorted them to be ever faithful to the French, and to die rather than betray them by any mean treachery unworthy of his blood. “ My death, concluded he, “ I consider necessary for the safety of the nation, and I glory in the sacrifice."
10. Having thus delivered himself, he presented his head to the kinsmen of the deceased Chactaw; and they accepted it. He then extended himself over the trunk of a tree, when with a hatchet, they severed his head from his body.
EXTRACT FROM THE SPEECH OF THE IRISH ORATOR PHILLIPS,
PREVIOUS TO PROPOSING AS A TOAST AT A PUBLIC DINNER IN IRELAND THE IMMORTAL MEMORY OF GEORGE WASHINGTON.
THE mention of America has never failed to fill me with the most lively emotions. In my earliest infancy,
that tender season, when impressions, at once the most permanent, and the most powerful are likely to be excited, the story of her then recent struggle raised a throb in every heart that loved liberty, and wrung a reluctant tribute even from discomfitted oppression.
2. I saw her spurning the luxuries that would enervate, and the legions that would intimidate; dashing from her lips the poisoned cup of European servitude, and through all the vicissitudes of her protracted conflict, displaying a magnanimity that defied misfortune, and a moderation that gave new grace to victory. It was the first vision of my child. hood, it will descend with me to the grave.
3. But if as a man, I venerate the mention of America, what must be my feelings towards her as an Irishman ? Never, while memory remains, can Ireland forget the home of hér emigrant, and the asylum of her exile. No matter whether their sorrows were real or imaginary, that must be reserved for the scrutiny of those whom the lapse of time shall acquit of partiality,
4. It is for the men of other ages to investigate and record it; but surely it is for the men of every age to hail the hospitality that received the shelterless, and love the feeling that befriended the unfortunate. Search -reation round, where can you find a country that presents so sublime a view, so interesting an anticipation ?
5. The oppressed of all countries, the martyrs of every creed, the innocent victim of despotic arrogance or superstitious frenzy may there find refuge ; his industry encouraged, his piety respected, his ambition animated; with no restraint but those laws which are the same to all, and no distinction, but that which his merit may originate,
6. Who can deny that the existence of such a country presents a subject for human congratulation! who can deny that its gigantic advancement offers a field for the most rational conjecture! Who shall say that when, in its follies or its crimes, the old world may have interred all the pride of its power, and all the pomp of its civilization, human nature may not find its destined renovation in the new!
7. For myself, I have no doubt of it, I have not the least doubt that when our temples and our trophies shall have mouldered into dust! when the glories of our name shall be
but the legend of tradition, philosophy will rise again in the sky of her Franklin, and glory rekindle at the urn of her WASHINGTON.
8. Is this the vision of a romantic fancy? Is it even im. probable ? Is it half so improbable as the events which for the last twenty years have rolled like succesive tides over the surface of the European world, each erasing the impres. sion that preceded it.
9. Thousands upon thousands, sir, I know there are, who will consider this supposition as wild and whimsical ; but they have dwelt with little reflection upon the records of the past. They have but ill observed the never ceasing progress of national rise, and national ruin.
10. They form their judgment on the deceitful stability of the present hour, never considering the innumerable monarchies and republics in former days, apparently as permanent, whose very existence is now become a subject of speculation, I had almost said of scepticism.
11. I appeal to history. Tell me, thou reverend chro- . nicler of the grave, can ambition, wealth, commerce, or he-, roism, secure to empire the permanency of its possessions ? Alas ! Troy thought so once, yet the land of Priam lives only in song! Thebes thought so once, yet her hundred gates have crumbled and hei monuments are as the dust they were vainly intended to commemorate!
12. So thought Palmyra ; but where is she ? So thought the countries of Demosthenes and Leonidas, yet Sparta is trampled by the timid slave, and Athens insulted by the servile Ottoman. The days of their glory are as if they had never been ; and the island wbich was then a speck, rude and neglected in the barren ocean, now rivals the ubiquity of their commerce, the glory of iheir arms, the force of their philosophy, the eloquence of their senate, and the inspiration of their bards !
13. Who shall say then, contemplating the past, that England, proud and powerful as she appears, may not one day be what Athens is, and the young America yet soar to be what Athens was! Who shall say, that when the European column shall have mouldered, and the night of barbarism obscured its very ruins, that mighty continent may not emerge from the horizon to rule for its time sovereign of the ascendant!