Tell her, winged blossom, that over her grave, The kindred who mourn her, thy freedom gave; We ope thy cage, captive; we bid thee farewell; Soar away to the clime where the blessed dwell, Away! away! Tell her we'll look when the north is aglow,[7] With the souls of our people, moving slow; For the beams of her spirit 'mid those we see, For we know in glory she brightest will be, Away! away! She will come no more when the morn is fair, To look in the wave while she braids her hair; But her face like a star on Auketauquil's soul, Dawns bright from the gloom where its deep waters roll, Away! away! Soar on--soar away to the spirit-land, Thy wings with the breath of affection fanned; The soul of our sister's a new made star, Bear our blessing, O bird, to her home afar; Away! away! * * * * * Years fled--the council fires went out; The red men, one by one, Died, or were driven from their haunts, Toward the setting sun. No more a moccasin is seen On Succannesset[8] lands; Where once arose the wigwam's smoke, The white man's dwelling stands. Save one old brave with locks of snow, No tree stands where it grew; No longer on the wave is launched The graceful bark canoe. * * * * * A poor lone woman, gathering Fuel Long-Pond around, Drew forth a dead branch from the wave, And lo! a cross was found! 'Twas asked the aged brave, if he Its history could tell; 'Twas the same cross Lueka wore, Ah, yes! he knew it well. I gathered from his lips ere long The tale here given thee; 'Tis common love, and woe, and death, From man's inconstancy. And evermore that woodland pond, Where oaks their shadows toss, We'll call for poor Lueka's sake, Lake of the Golden Cross. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 5: _Anoonk_, a star.] [Footnote 6: The Indians of some tribes loose a bird over the grave of a friend, laden with caresses, which they believe will be borne to the departed one.] [Footnote 7: The moving rays of the northern lights are supposed by them to be the souls of their people in glory.] [Footnote 8: _Succannesset_, Indian name of Falmouth.] MRS. CLARK'S EXPERIENCE AS A SERVANT. BY BELL. "WHY is it, Mrs. Clark, that you always take the part of servants? You speak as if you thought them possessed of sensibilities as refined as ours." "Why should they not have such feelings?" inquired Mrs. Clark. "Their education is so different." "Does education always give sensibility? Do you not think it possible for those that must work for a living to be possessed of it?"