But the New England colonists were not the only cause of anxiety to the governor of New Netherlands; on the banks of the Delaware, the colony of New Sweden was becoming an important rival in the tobacco trade with Virginia., and for the beaver of the Schuylkill. Stuyvesant, therefore, built Fort Casimir, near the mouth of the Brandywine River, as a protection of Dutch commerce in that quarter. This fort being only five miles from Fort Christiana, was regarded as an encroachment by the Dutch; and Rising, the Swedish governor, making use of an unworthy stratagem, overpowered the garrison and took possession. This was a fatal deed. Stuyvesant received orders from the Dutch West India company to make reprisals, and in September, 1655, sailed from New Amsterdam with a force of 600, and entering the Delaware, found his career of conquest so easy that it was almost inglorious. One fort after another yielded; it seemed incredible that these men were of the race who, with Gustavus at their head, had filled Europe with the renown of their arms. But so it was; Rising capitulated on honourable terms, and the whole Swedish colony—600 only in number, it must, however, be remembered—acknowledged the jurisdiction of the Dutch; and, as a separate state, New Sweden was at an end. Of the colony thus absorbed—the colony that connects America with the age as well as with the noble mind of Gustavus Adolphus—we must say yet a few words, and these shall be from Fredrika Bremer, who, with natural patriotism, visited the site of this Swedish settlement, and saw the few relics which remain to this day. She says: “I was invited to meet at the house of the present minister, an American, all the descendants of the earliest Swedish settlers whom he knew. It was a company of from fifty to sixty; there was, however, nothing Swedish about them but their family names. No traditions of their emigration hither remain; language, appearance, all have entirely merged into that of the now prevailing Anglo-Saxon race. The church clock alone had something Swedish about it, something of the character of the peasant’s clock. In the church, also, was a large book placed upon a tall stand, on the page of which might be read in large letters, “The people who dwelt in darkness have seen a great light.” This inscription, together with the old church at Willington in Delaware, and a few family names, are all that remain of this early Swedish colony on the eastern shores of the New World. Yet no, not all. A noble, peaceful memory of its life continues to exist on the page of history, like a lovely episode of Idyllian purity and freshness. The pilgrims of New England stained its soil with blood by their injustice and cruelty to the Indians. The Swedish pilgrims, in their treatment of the natives, were so just and wise, that during the whole time of Swedish dominion, not one drop of Indian blood was shed by them; the Indians loved them and called them ‘our own people.’ ‘The