never seen more.

after, while his attendant was employed in the labor of transporting the canoe, he was lost in the forest, and Long afterward, his cassock and breviary were kept as amulets among the Sioux. . . . Similar was the death of the great Father Marquette, the discoverer of the Mississippi. Joliet returned to Quebec to announce the discovery. The unaspiring Marquette remained to preach the gospel to the Miamis, who dwelt in the north of Illinois around Chicago. Two years afterwards (A. D. 1675), sailing from Chicago to Mackinaw, he entered a little river in Michigan

8. Erecting an altar, he said Mass after the rites of the Catholic Church; then, begging the men who conducted his canoe to leave him alone for a half hour, "In the darkling wood,

Amid the cool and silence, he knelt down

And offered to the Mightiest solemn thanks
And supplication."

At the end of half an hour they went to seek him, and he was no more. The good missionary, discoverer of a new world, had fallen asleep on the margin of the stream which bears his name. Near its mouth the canoe men dug his grave in the sand. Ever after, the forest rangers, if in danger on Lake Michigan, would invoke his name. The people of the West will build his monument.

LXXVI.--THE HEROES OF SEVENTY-SIX.

BRYANT.

1. What heroes from the woodland sprung,
When, through the fresh-awakened land,
The thrilling cry of freedom rung,
And to the work of warfare strung

The yeoman's iron hand!

2. Hills flung the cry to hills around;
And ocean-mart replied to mart;

And streams, whose springs were yet unfound,
Pealed far away the startling sound

Into the forest's heart.

3. Then marched the brave from rocky steep,
From mountain river swift and cold;
The borders of the stormy deep,
The vales where gathered waters sleep,
Sent up the strong and bold.

4. As if the very earth again

Grew quick with God's creating breath,
And, from the sods of grove and glen,
Rose ranks of iron-hearted men,

To battle to the death.

5. The wife, whose babe first smiled that day,
The fair fond bride of yester-eve,
And aged sire and matron gray,
Saw the loved warriors haste away,
And deemed it sin to grieve.

6. Already had the strife begun ;

Already blood on Concord's plain
Along the springing grass had run,
And blood had flowed at Lexington,
Like brook of April rain.

7. That death-stain on the vernal sward
Hallowed to freedom all the shore;
Iu fragments fell the yoke abhorred—
The footstep of a foreign lord
Profaned the soil no more.

LXXVII.—THE MUTINY, SIGHT OF LAND, ETC.

ROGERS.

1. All melt in tears! but what can tears avail?

These climb the mast, and shift the swelling sail. These snatch the helm; and round me now I hear Smiting of hands, outcries of grief and fear, (That in the aisles at midnight haunt me still, Turning my lonely thoughts from good to ill.) "Were there no graves-none in our land," they cry "That thou hast brought us on the deep to die ?'' 2. Silent with sorrow, long within his cloak

His face he muffled-then the Hero spoke :
"Generous and brave! when God himself is here
Why shake at shadows in your mad career?
He can suspend the laws himself designed,
He walks the waters, and the winged wind;

Himself your guide! and yours the high behest,
To lift your voice, and bid a world be blest!
And can you shrink?-to you, to you consigned
The glorious privilege to serve mankind!
Oh had I perished, when my failing frame
Clung to the shattered oar 'mid wrecks of flame!
-Was it for this I lingered life away,
The scorn of Folly, and of Fraud the prey;
Bowed down my mind, the gift His bounty gave,
At courts a suitor, and to slaves a slave?
-Yet in His name whom only we should fear,
('Tis all, all I shall ask, or you shall hear,)
Grant but three days."-He spoke not uninspired
And each in silence to his watch retired.

3 Although among us came an unknown Voice!
"Go, if ye will; and, if ye can, rejoice:

Go, with unbidden guests the banquet share; In his own shape shall Death receive you there." Twice in the zenith blazed the orb of light; No shade, all sun, insufferably bright! Then the long line found rest-in coral groves, Silent and dark, where the sea-lion roves :And all on deck, kindling to life again, Sent forth their anxious spirits o'er the main." 4. "Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence These perfumes, strangers to the raptured sense? These boughs of gold, and fruits of heavenly hue, Tinging with vermeil light the billows blue?

And (thrice, thrice blessed is the eye that spied,
The hand that snatched it sparkling in the tide)
Whose cunning carved this vegetable bowl,
Symbol of social rites, and intercourse of soul?"
Such to their gratefu! ear the gush of springs,
Who course the ostrich, as away she wings;
Sons of the desert! who delight to dwell
'Mid kneeling camels round the sacred well;
Who, ere the terrors of his pomp be past,
Fall to the demon in the reddening blast.

5. The sails were furled; with many a melting close
Solemn and slow the evening anthem rose,-
Rose to the Virgin. 'Twas the hour of day,
When setting suns o'er summer seas display
A path of glory, opening in the west
To golden climes, and islands of the blest;
And human voices, on the silent air,

Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there! 6. Chosen of men! 'twas thine, at noon of night, First from the prow to hail the glimmering light; (Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray Enters the soul, and makes the darkness day!) "Pedro! Rodrigo! there, methought, it shone ! There-in the west! and now, alas! 'tis gone! "Twas all a dream! we gaze and gaze in vain! -But mark, and speak not, there it comes again 1 It moves!-what form unseen, what being thero With torch-like luster fires the murky air?