“Ay, though the children weep all day, and with down-drooping head Each does his small craft mournfully!--the hungry must be fed; And that which has a price to bring, must go, to buy us bread!” It went--oh! parting has a pang the hardest heart to wring, But the tender soul of a little child with fervent love doth cling, With love that hath no feignings false, unto each gentle thing! Therefore most sorrowful it was those children small to see, Most sorrowful to hear them plead for their pet so piteously;-- “Oh! mother dear, it loveth us; and what beside have we? “Let’s take him to the broad, green hills,” in his impotent despair, Said one strong boy, “let’s take him off, the hills are wide and fair; I know a little hiding-place, and we will keep him there!” ’Twas vain!--they took the little lamb, and straightway tied him down, With a strong cord they tied him fast;--and o’er the common brown, And o’er the hot and flinty roads, they took him to the town. The little children through that day, and throughout all the morrow From everything about the house a mournful thought did borrow; The very bread they had to eat was food unto their sorrow!-- Oh! poverty is a weary thing, ’tis full of grief and pain-- It keepeth down the soul of man, as with an iron chain; It maketh even the little child, with heavy sighs complain! AMERICA. A STORY OF THE INDIAN WAR. “I was at William Penn’s country-house, called Pensbury, in Pennsylvania, where I staid some days. Much of my time I spent in seeing William Penn, and many of the chief men among the Indians, in council concerning their former covenant, now renewed on his going away for England. To pass by several particulars, I may mention the following: ‘They never broke covenant with any people,’ said one of their great chiefs; and, smiting his hand upon his head, he said, ‘they made not their covenants there, but _here_,’ said he, smiting on his breast three times. * * * * * “I, being walking in the woods, espied several wigwams, and drew towards them. The love of God filled my heart; and I felt it right to look for an interpreter, which I did. Then I signified that I was come from a far country with a message from the Great Spirit (as they call God,) and my message was to endeavour to persuade them that they should not be drunkards, nor steal, nor kill one another, nor fight, nor put away their wives for small faults; for if they did these things, the Great Spirit would be angry with them, and would not prosper them, but bring trouble on them. On the contrary, if they were careful to refrain from these evils, then would he love them, and prosper them, and speak peace to them. And when the interpreter expressed these things to them in their own language, they wept till tears ran down their naked bodies. * * * * *