The natives of America best known to us, and found in all the back settlements, both of North and South America, are called by Europeans, American Indians. These were the old inhabitants of the country, and were of various tribes, a few of which still remain. They have a clear skin, of pale copper colour, and black hair, and some of the tribes have fine intelligent faces, with kind and good qualities, but they have unsettled habits, and are continually at war with each other. They subsist by hunting, and are skilful in the use of the bow and arrow. The more southern country of South America is inhabited by an uncivilized race of large stature, called Patagonians. The West Indian islands are peopled by English and other European races, with a large number of negroes. These poor Africans were formerly brought over from Africa and sold as slaves, but they have been set free by an order of the English Parliament. Everything in America is large; great rivers, vast lakes, immense forests, wide and almost interminable plains, and some of the loftiest mountains in the world. THERE speeds a bark across the wave, II. There posts a courier o'er the land And he hath cross'd the Pearl-Gulf coast, III. Yet torrid sun, nor gem of the deep, Nor Turk, or Copt have that herald stopt ;- Now rides in Albion's port the bark, V. Why bears that bark the sign of woe? VI. Why answers he not their oft request? Is it shame-or grief? Doth he doubt belief? VII. He hath render'd his sable-seal'd charge Yon packet shall utter all— And 'tis some relief, that, 'mid shame and grief, VIII. Woe, woe to the aged and the fair! O'er the gory grave of the young and the brave, IX. Mourn for the youth untimely slain, For the hero of threescore; And the perishing throes, as they dropp'd on the snows, Of thrice three thousand more. X. Weep for the dying, and weep for the dead, In barbarian's hand who captive stand- XI. Awake, each heart that's Briton-born! Husbands and sires awake! For your daughters and wives-for their jeopardized lives Their peril'd honours, quake. XII. The dead are at rest; nor ignobly press'd The battle-slain their sod; And each weary rank, that expiring sank, XIII. Oh! break not their sleep with detraction's cry And record on their tomb no ungenerous doom, XIV. Peace to thine ashes, gallant chief, In her cause didst thou fall by a traitor's ball, XV. Shame on the coward infidel, That a trusting foe betray'd; Who his victor o'ercame with a murderer's aim, XVI. Shame on the caitiff that work'd our fall, With heaven attesting lies! Whose safeguard deceived, while he plann'd and achieved His myriad butcheries! XVII. And a British host ten thousand strong Retreats before its foes, Like sheep to be fell'd, when famine hath quell'd 'Mid Himalaya's snows. XVIII. For deep in the heart of wild Cabúl, By mountains fast lock'd in, They have enter'd the snare, to be trapp'd unaware By the hordes they look'd to win. XIX. Ten thousand human souls set forth, The barrier heights to scale; And from hunger and cold, and the Affghans bold, Came but one to tell the tale. XX. The ice and the rocks are ruddy yet, XXI. Oh! marvel ye, if her pennon droop On the deck with such huge wars freighted? XXII. Mourn for our soldiers who bravely bled, C. J. Cruttwell. UNDER THE HOLLY BOUGH. YE who have scorn'd each other, Or injured friend or brother, In this fast-fading year; Ye who, by word or deed, Let sinn'd against and sinning |