"The child! what madness fires her? Hence! Depart! Fly, daughter, fly! before the death-stroke rings; Divide her, warriors! from that English heart." In vain, for with convulsive grasp she clings: She claims a pardon from her frowning sire; Her pleading tones subdue his gathered ire, And so, uplifting high his feathery dart, That doting father gave the child her will, And bade the victim live and be his servant still. After Smith had been an inmate of Powhatan's wigwam awhile, he was permitted to leave the Indians. Sometime after this the savages, becoming alarmed by witnessing Smith's wonderful feats, "laid a plan to get him into their power under the pretence of wishing an interview with him in their territory. But Pocahontas, knowing the desire of the warriors, left the wigwam after her father had gone to sleep, and ran more than nine miles through the woods to inform her friend Captain Smith of the danger that awaited him, either by stratagem or attack." Subsequently the colony at Jamestown was threatened with famine, when, accompanied by a few companions, she was accustomed to go to the fort every day or two with baskets of corn, and thus her ----"generous hand vouchsafed its tireless aid To guard a nation's germ." At the age of seventeen or eighteen, Pocahontas married a pious young English officer, named Thomas Rolfe, and went with him to England, where she was baptized and called Rebecca, and where she soon died. Well may it be said of her, in the language of the poet, slightly altered, It is not meet such names should moulder in the grave. HANNAH DUSTIN. Experience teaches us That resolution 's a sole help at need; And this, my lord, our honor teacheth us, That we be bold in every enterprise. SHAKSPEARE.