They say that in her mystic walks, When night-dews wet the flowers, The bright-robed Shingiss ever stalks With her through vernal bowers. And Tonnaleuka, child of storm, Comes forth from cavern dark, With magic zone bound round his form, And pouch with healing bark. And where is she, the laughing maid, With tress of ebon hue, Who tripped so blithely through the glade, Or sped the light canoe? No sound is heard—no human voice Breaks through the stillness deep; The twinkling stars, like saints, rejoice The ways of God to keep. O’er Braddock’s Field the mist hath spread, The same as when of yore It stretched its shroud above the dead Along the winding shore. On nodding plume and polished lance The morn its glories threw, But proudly waved the flag of France When stars looked on the dew. Then loudly burst the conquering yell Upon the rippling stream, While faintly rose, from distant dell, The wild bird’s lonely scream. And when the drum had ceased to roll, And all the living fled, The watching wolf from covert stole To feast upon the dead. To far off climes that wail was borne, O’er waves by tempests tost, And long did Albion’s daughters mourn The lovers they had lost. Yet erring was the red man’s aim, Who oft, with leveled gun, Had sought to rob the page of fame Of Freedom’s noblest son. When years had fled, that chieftain frail Went far to see the man, Who through the battle’s fiery hail, Had fought when Britons ran. Full long he gazed upon the brow, And marked the placid eye, Of him who, loved by Manitou, Could ne’er in battle die! The chieftain old has gone to rest By Great Kenawa’s side, Where th’ waving pine bends low its crest, And the shadows dimly glide. Close by Potomac’s gentle wave, On Vernon’s slope of green, The nation’s father found a grave. And there his tomb is seen. —— ’Twas fit that here, in forest shade, This tasteful _home_ should rise, Where honored age in peace might fade, Like sun in western skies. * * * * * THE BATTLE OF TRENTON. BY CHARLES J. PETERSON, AUTHOR OF THE “MILITARY HEROES OF THE WAR OF INDEPENDENCE.” [_Illustrated with a View of the Head-Quarters of Gen. Knox, where the Council of War was held previous to the Battle._]