OLIVER WOLCOTT. Litchfield, April 5, 1827. Bantam! dear lake! how calm thy waters lie! How brightly green, thy sunny banks arise; Calm as the hours of childhood, sported there: And bright as life, appear’d to youthful ken; No storm disturbs thy glassy surface clear; Reflecting still the plane tree’s broad bright leaf, Or oak with dark green crown; or gayer green The corn sends forth in sunny hours; Sometimes A tall bare pine, its foliage sent Upon thy wave, like disappointments here, Amid the brighter green of joy and hope— And yet clear, placid lake! thou art the same As when within thy cooling wave I swam, In childhood’s hour — — — — — — — Thou art the same ’Tis man alone is chang’d — — — Altamah. MR. BRACE. The following lines were written by Miss C. Beecher upon hearing that measures were taken to remove the remaining Indians in our country across the Mississippi: THE INDIAN’S LAMENT. I go from all my heart loves best, On to the dark Pacific wave, For the poor Indian ne’er can rest, But in his grave! From every well known wood, & wild Where every dearest hope was born From all that charm’d me since a child, I go, forlorn! My smiling fields, where harvest waves, My peaceful hut, I love so well; My fathers bones, and mossgrown graves, A long farewell! My outcast babes, that lingering stand And weep to leave your mothers grave, From the oppressors greedy hand— What power can save?— Thou great good Spirit whom we fear Are thy red children all forgot? Dost Thou not mark each bitter tear, Nor heed our lot? We go from all our hearts love best On to the dark Pacific wave And the poor Indian ne’er can rest But in his grave! “Few people comparatively are capable of Friendship; and still fewer have all the qualifications one would choose in a Friend—The fundamental point is a virtuous disposition but to that should be added a good understanding, a solid judgment, sweetness of temper steadiness of mind, freedom of behaviour, & Sincerity of heart” Seldom as these are found united I have been so fortunate as to find them blended in my friend Mary— ANN ELIZABETH LANDON Litchfield March 24, 1826.