was trying to recollect what he had said, a _peculiarity possibly_ belonging to Indian orators. When the Doctor had finished, all arose at the sound of the war-whoop given by the War-chief, and they gave with unusual spirit the discovery dance, and after that their favourite, the eagle dance. The finish of this exciting dance brought rounds of deafening applause and "bravo!" in the midst of which the War-chief arose, and, throwing his buffalo robe around him, said,-- "My friends--We see that we are in a new city, a strange place to us, but that we are not amongst enemies, and this gives us great pleasure. ('_How, how, how!_' and 'Hear, hear.') "My friends--It gives me pleasure to see so many smiling faces about us, for we know that when you smile you are not angry; we think you are amused with our dancing. It is the custom in our country always to thank the Great Spirit first. He has been kind to us, and our hearts are thankful that he has allowed us to reach your beautiful city, and to be with you to-night. ('_How, how, how!_') "My friends--Our modes of dancing are different from yours, and you see we don't come to teach you to dance, but merely to show you how the poor Indians dance. We are told that you have your dancing-masters; but the Great Spirit taught us, and we think we should not change our mode. ('_How, how, how!_') "My friends--The interpreter has told us that some one in the room has said we were not Indians--that we were _Irishmen_! Now we are not in any way angry with this man; if we _were_ Irishmen, we might be perhaps. ('Hear, hear.' 'Bravo!') "My friends--We are rather sorry for the man than angry; it is his ignorance, and that is perhaps because he is too far off: let him come nearer to us and examine our skins, our ears, and our noses, full of holes and trinkets--Irishmen don't bore their noses. (Great laughter, and 'Bravo!') "My friends--Tell that man we will be glad to see him and shake hands with him, and he will then be our friend at once." ("Bravo!" and cries of "Go, go!" from every part of the room: "You _must_ go!") The gentleman left his seat upon this in a very embarrassed condition, and, advancing to the platform, shook the War-chief and each one of the party by the hand, and took a seat near to them for the rest of the evening, evidently well pleased with their performances, and well convinced that they were not Irishmen.