The productions of the earth will be increased. Crowded cities and smiling villages will spring up. The halls of legislation will be occupied by the hardy and virtuous cultivators of the soil, the men of all others the most safe to be entrusted with the enactment and administration of laws. Colleges, academies, and schools, will prove the nurseries of enlightened, healthful, industrious, and happy freemen; and Christianity, untrammelled by the obstacles that now so powerfully impede its progress, with a field wide and waving with a luxuriant harvest open and inviting before her, will send abroad her genial and regenerating influences, and render this the Paradise of lands. We will conclude this, perhaps too protracted performance, in the language of an Indian Cazique. "Would you know," he asked, "how I would have my children instructed in the ways of men? Look at this handful of dust gathered from the golden bed of the silver-flowing Aracara. What an infinite number of particles--yet how few the grains of ore which we prize; how great the toil which is necessary to sift out and separate them from the worthless heap in which they are concealed; even so it is with the history of the generations of men, from the creation downwards. Events have passed which no tongue can number; but the events which mark the character of human nature, and which are worthy of being treasured up in our memories, are but few, and only by the eye of wisdom to be distinguished. "Let my children then be taught what these few events are; let them be spared the life's labor of turning over the mountain of dross which time has heaped up, in search of the scattered gems which are to lighten their path through the world; conduct them at once into the only treasury of true knowledge--that treasury which Philosophy has gleaned from the experience of thousands of generations." SONG OF LEE'S LEGION. Our chargers are plunging and pawing the ground, And champing and tossing the white foam around-- So fleet to pursue, and so mighty to crush, No foe will remain in the path where they rush. Away, then, my heroes--away, then, away! Let "Freedom or Death!" be the watchword to-day. Remember the burnings we witnessed last night; The fair and the feeble we passed in their flight; The wail of the wounded, the red blood that flowed, Still warm in the path, where by moonlight we rode. Away, then, &c. The marauder is nigh--he is hurrying back; The sand, as we gallop, still falls in his track. On! on! then, our swords for the battle are rife, And soon they shall drink at the fountain of life. Away, then, &c. _Prince Edward_. NATURAL BRIDGE OF PANDI, IN COLOMBIA, SOUTH AMERICA.