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wavers and smokes, and shoots up and cowers down be-/burthens of the winter snow when the greenness has de. fore the furious blast. How it lashes the earth when it parted, has it not shrunk up from the valleys and hillsides does fall, as though to revenge itself there for its tor- to frown blackly only in the ravines of the torrent and on ment from the wind. And that same wind, how it misty mountains. Proud monarch of the air, what will makes the trees bow down and tremble. The old oak soon be left thee! The crouching panther finds not his of a thousand winters quivers and bends like a scourged lair, nor the lurking wolf his den. The camp-fire of slare before it. Aye, that same old oak that was in its the hunter no more sparkles in the glade, and the rude prime when the sails of the May flower were bearing shanty of the settler has given place to spire and dwelthe human dragon's teeth of Freedom towards Plymouth ling. Where the bear slept in his hollow tree, the disrock, is a trembling coward now. But fainter and trict school house sends forth its inarticulate hum and is fainter waxes the tremendous din. The unist lifts up training our future senators and governors in this land of like a curtain. The thin scud shoots off. The black ours, A land of broad equality-where intellect comconcare breaks up into massive gigantic clouds rolling bined with energy and perseverance meets with its retowards the east, and glorious to behold, like the azure eye ward. A glorious country this. Well, as I was saying, of earth's returning angel, above glows a space of tender I remember a magnificent thunderstorm on Pike Pond lovely blue. Wider and wider it opens, and as the some years since. Burr and I started for “a fish.”great clouds hurry away, here and there break through it was a fine morning, and we anticipated great luck. those spots of glowing sapphire. And lo, like a golden And where was there ever a fisherman that did not an. arrow a sun-beam shoots athwart the scene. The ticipate the same “on the start.” I have had some lit. ed ses of the clouds above turn to silver whilst the east tle experience, and I can safely say that I never went is like a wall of impenetrable blackness. Another on an expedition that my expectations were not as high as instant, and then bursts forth the sun in blazing glory. my realizations were low on the “return marclı.” FishOh the magic change in the rejoicing landscape. The ing is a good deal like life. You commence with great anointed eye in eastern fable saw not one more instan- hopes-you get plenty of nibbles but precious few bites. taneous. All seem life and motion and brightness and You persevere, however, confident your luck will come beauty. Amidst a tumult of breaking, shifting, rolling soon. You wade along the current-throw your hook clouds, the sun (the great eye of the landscape) looks here and there wherever a pool or ripple offer chances out in softened splendor. The distant plain glitters as of success—but you more frequently entangle your line though sheathed in polished steel. The outline of the than your prey, oftener break your houk amongst twigs mount in cuts clear against the freshened and crystal and brushwood than draw up a trout. Frequently you sky. The stream hurries onward in renewed strength. come across a deep dark basin lurking in a nook of the Each bathed leaf flashes like a mirror. Each flower is a bank—and you think what a glorious place for a two shrine of perfum. Each tree is hung with jewels pounder. You bait cautiously your hook, you drop it like a Sultana. Little delicate air breaths are fut in gently as the fall of a snow flake. Lord, what a bite tering about. Birds are chirping-bees are humming, and you pull-snap-and you find yourself seated very butterflies are wavering all over. If an air breath or a comfortably in the water upon some sharp slimy stones bird touch a tree it shakes down its glancing diamonds with a broken line dangling from your rod. You curlike a deer after a bath in the Willewemoc. The heat bless the twig at the bottom and try again. You have has vanished. A cool fragrance breathes around. All another roarer of a jerk, and this time you pull more this while there has been glowing upon the black wall cautiously. The writhing and indescribable “feel” at of the east a delicate yet glowing arch, a tender, yet splen- the end of the line tells you that there is a fish there to did braid, soft as a memory of the past, and brilliant as a a certainty. You raise up gently and the sunshine hope of the future. Brightener of the deluge and sign fashıs upon the rich gold and crimson of a pound trout. of the covenant-it comes, the Mercury of the sun, You swing him towards you, and just as your hand winged with his radiance, and lighting upon the cloud, touches the glossy skin-wallop-down he plumps into tells us that the tempest is past. The token of His the stream and shoots off like a dart. Fine sport that, great promise, and renewer of our humble trust, it also This however is trout fishing. Whenever you have a tells us everlastingly of God.
pike on your hook you have it and that's enough. I remember a thunder storm upon Pike Pond once. We started from the village and rattled off to White Pike Pond, reader, is a large irregular sheet of water in Lake, and having refreshed ourselves (those were not Sullivan county. It is about two miles from the New-temperance times,) on we went over the hard hilly burgh and Cochecton Turnpike, and was in the depths turnpike, merry as reckless tempers and thoughtless of the forest. How it is now I know not. The axe hearts could make us. We cared for nothing in those makes such queer work with the woods that we can days. By the way, White Lake is a fragment of paradise hardly keep track. It is a little instrument but in I intend also to describe some odd day or other. Well, it is the might of the thunderbolt. Say, you fierce on we went over the broad gray turnpike, scarce half eagle of a hundred years, what havoc have you seen it way down one hill before we found ourselves going up make. Has not your dominion, stretching once upon a the other. After five or six miles of this kind of seetime a hundred leagues beneath your keen bright eye, sawing we came to a small opening in the forests at our melted like a “dream of the night.” Aye that beautiful right. A scarce perceptible wheel track amidst stones green kingdom, tossing in the summer sunshine its and patches of grass wound in, and we wound in also. countless leaves, (those ripples of the magnificent Oh, the grateful change we experienced. Instead of ocean) and bearing aloft on its strong arms heaped the burning heat and the thick dust we found damp
coolness, and a clear air. The branches stretched like tertain a serious objection. This, after working like the a roof over us, and a green dimness was all around ex- old scratch for some time, till I really thought I would cept here and there a thin sprinkling of sunshine. It melt in my boots, I discovered was partly caused by the was grotto-like and still. Still save the beating of the strength of Burr applied to a paddle of larger dimensions great forest's heart and the throbbing of its myriad than mine. Whatever Burr did, he did with all his pulses. It was sweet and holy that lonely road of the might. However after a while we managed to twist a wilderness. I say lonely. Not to those however whose sort of corkscrew path to the cove, and we dropped the eyes have penetrated into the depths of Nature, or stone that, attached to a rope, served as an anchor, to whose hearts respond to the exhaustless charms of so- the bottom. We then baited our hooks and threw them litude. Denizens of cities ! learn one truth, if your as far as the weight of our heavy “ sinkers" would carfactitious life will let you comprehend it. There is íry them out into the water. Burr had all along been more beautiful architecture in the most gnarled and confident of catching a pike of interminable size the distorted tree of the forest than in all the brick walls first “haul” he would make. He had plainly settled it and carved pillars in the universe, and more grace in in his own mind. It was a thing not to be doubted. — the humblest shrub waving in the breeze, than in all So taking an awful “chew” of tobacco from his tin box, the “fair” forms put together that mince and wiggle he settled himself at one end of the canoe with looks of along the streets for the special admiration of the dan- mighty import upon his “dobber.” I followed his exdies. Speaking of dandies, I wonder what they are ample at the other end. The surface of the pond was made for. For nothing probably but to encourage the perfectly smooth-he fierce sunshine was reflected education of monkeys.
from it as froin polished steel and beat upon our heads We jolted along slowly, for the old twisted roots don't as though it was determined to find what was inside of allow any ten-miling an hour where they are. We then. Our backs too felt (that is mine did) as though started up the chequered partridge occasionally and there was a slow baking process going on. Burr worked once we caught sight of a bounding deer. Down, down, his mouth industriously and looked as though he saw down we went. At length we saw a bright streak or right down to the very bottom. Yes, just as though the two through the branches upon our right. We turned greatest pike that ever was or ever would be in the an elbow in the road and passing a low saw-mill whose pond was about to take hold of his hook. Still the grating was the first sound we had heard, save our own “dobbers” were motionless, looking like a couple of voices, since we left the turnpike, the pond was before great sleeping spiders. Burr's looks of importance de
A low shanty was upon the bank, and that, with creased every moment, until turning uneasily in his seat, the saw mill, was the only thing that reininded us of man he took another great wad of tobacco with a snap of in the beautiful solitude. The forests were all around his tin box like the report of a percussion cap and exthe bright water, crowding down even into the very ele- claimed in a ludicrously querulous tone, “Blast the ment itself. It seemed, so close were their walls, that a luck! what the mischief is the matter with the pike.” bird's wing could scarcely penetrate. It was unruffled "Hold on,” said I, “ Burr, that great fellow is at your by a breath of wind, and over it brooded a holy and hook now," and in fact the “dobber” did dip as I spoke. soothing peace. It was religior. to gaze upon it. It “Did'nt I tell you so," said he, grinning as he hauled in seemed as though its mute tongue was communing with his line hand over hand. “ Did'nt I tell you I'd have its Maker.
him? See him poke up.” And in fact it did poke up Consigning our horses to the care of the hospitable in the shape of a black slimy twig that had hitherto settler who occupiel the cabin, we got our fishing tackle been sleeping in the quiet mud of the bottom. Burr in order and went to the margin to catch“ bait.” This did'nt say any thing, he only looked. is composed of the “ shiners' that frequent the shallows, Well, we kept on for an hour or so in a sort of a dog. for the hungry pike dislain the angle worm. Like ged resolution, watching the “dobbers” as they sat on other great personages his ambition is often the cause of the glossy breast of the water, I stretching out occasion. his destruction. After securing a sufficiency of the lit- ally to see whether I was quite baked through or not. tle silvery creatures to tempt the august appetites At length Burr seemed to make up his mind that there of the members of the Pike Pond Community, we was no fish in the pond. He therefore tied his line to launched upon the water. Our “gliding bark” was a the side of the “ dug out” and composed bimself for a “ dug out,” that is, the trunk of a tree hollowed out nap. As to myself I fell to musing. At length I was very much like a good sized hog-trough. Our means of wakened out of my revery by a deep sound. I looked propelling it were long paddles. Well, we "paddled” around but thought it was only a snore from Burr, and from the margin-broke through the net of waterlilies mused on. After a while the sound was repeated but that is always woven around the borders of our ponds, louder. Although I knew that Burr's nose was capable and taking the range of a tall dead pine at the other of great things, in fact that it could execute duetts with end steered boldly across. Our fishing-ground was a a trombone, I felt convinced it could yield no such deep still cove near the pine. It was confounded hot sound as that. I looked around and a bright flash of work, this paddling, for the canoe not only looked like lightning that glanced through the forests to the the dinner table of the hog, but had some of the pro-southwest told me what was coming. An angry rumperties of the animal himself. It had a wonderful pro- ble of thunder succeeded the glare and I wakened pensity to move every way but the way we wanted it. Burr. The water was still motionless, but a frowning To go sideways, and even to turn quite round, was quite mountain of cloud was rising rapidly above the woods. an easy thing for it, but to “ go ahead" it seemed to en. The pond became black as Acheron. The atmosphere
seemed to darken in a moment There was a moist
Early Hours. penetrating smell in it like being behind the falling
I came to scenes of early hours, sheet of a cataract. The girdling forests disappeared.
When hope was bright and life was new, Pat, pat, fell the first drops—there was another flash
When earth was crowned with roseate flowers,
And heaven displayed its cloudless blue; that made the ghastly blue scene quiver-a burst and
But all their charms had fled away, crash as though the forests were breaking down, and
And left the scene once bright and fair, the blast was loosened. The black water was suddenly Gone were the joys of childhood's day, changed to foam. We had before this succeeded in
And silence reigned in terror there. raising the stone that held the canoe, and in putting her Tke ivy'd rock-the limpid stream towards the cabin on the bank. Although she rocked a
That in soft murmurs glided by, good deal and took in considerable water, the old hog
And sparkled in the setting beam,
Again met my attentive eye; trough behaved better than we expected. We had ex
But those that once enchantment gave, changed paddles and I worked with might and main.
That once endeared the lovely scene, We hadn't got far however, before, as though at the sig.
Were in the cold and silent grave, nal of another flash and roar, the deluge from the sable
With naught to tell that they had been. 'heavens fell upon us. It was like plunging into the
I visited again the bower pond. We were wet through in an instant. But if
With wreaths of clustering roses hung, there was rain to wet there was wind enough to dry in
Where oft at evening's pensive hour, all conscience. I thought we should inevitably upset.
We've sat the fragrant flowers among,
And listened to the red breast's lay, There appeared to be no help for it. Slap, slap, came
Sounding along the silent vale, the waves (yes, waves reader) against our boat as though
Or wandering down the perfumed way, they would not only break it into pieces but entirely
Inhaled the evening's balmy gale. overwhelm it. Burr worked with his hands faster than
I thought on all my soul had known, he did with his mouth. At each corner of the latter
Ere sorrow dimmed my morning sky, there was a dark streak. At length there came a flash
Ere fancy's golden dreams had flown, and peal compared to which the preceding ones had
And grief had taught my heart to sigh;
I thought on many a withered hope, been as nothing. Every thing, the water—the clouds
That once arose in sweetest flower, the forests, seemed to give a convulsive leap into sul
But now had left my soul to droop phurous light, and the mighty heart of Nature herself
In black misfortune's chilling power. seemed split in twain at a blow. I was looking over
Burke. - It is not true what Goldsmith says of Burke, my shoulder at the moment. I saw a zigzag streak of he did not give up to party any more than Shakspeare intense dazzling whiteness shoot athwart the gloom, gave up to conspiracy, madness, or lust. His was not down upon the dead pine which I have before noticed. the nature of the partisan, but of the poet, who is quite It seared my eyesight for a moment, but while my ears other than the partisan. With the faculty proper to were still ringing with the deafening crash I saw a genius, he threw himself into the cause he espoused ; bright spire of flame stream up from the summit of the and the Reflections on the French Revolution and the pine. The fierce bolt had executed its mission, the Impeachment of Warren Hastings were his Othello and dead monarch of the woods had become its prey. High Julius Cæsar, wherein himself was lost and the truth of up flashed the fame, it seemed against the sable back things only observed. ground like the fire on some mighty altar. The crack
The poet, it is said, has in him all the arts and letling reached our ears amidst all the wild sounds of the ters of his time. The Illiad is a panorama of Greek storm, and a deep blush was painted upon the writhing civilization in the Homeric age. So Burke in his waters.
speeches comprises his era. Hence he could no more • By gosh, that was a peeler."
be a Radical than a Courtier. The spirit by which he Such was the exclamation of Burr as he made was wedded to what was venerable was one with the his paddle go like a churn-handle, whilst I followed spirit in which he welcomed the new births of reformasuit with my own. On went the old hog trough as tion and liberty. He was consistent with himself. He though the old Harry was after it, or rather as though had no sympathy with those who, like George Fox, Burr was after his imaginary pike. We soon reached the would clothe themselves in a suit of leather and nashore, threw the stone behind the log which secured kedly renounce the riches together with the restraints the canoe by the tether, and in a state of Auidity reach- of social life. He did not chafe under the harness of ed the friendly shelter of the cabin.
old institutions. Herein appeared not the servility but The first Pavement.—The first pavement laid in Phil- the greatness of the man; and his homage to the Enadelphia was in 1749, in Second between Chesnut and glisit Constitution was like the chivalrous courtesy High streets, a horse having been mired there and his which man pays to woman, as beautiful in him to yield, rider thrown and his leg broke.
as in her to accept. — The Dial.
Fruit.-Such is the abundance of fruit, especially An Old Shoe.—A few days ago, an old shoe, in per- peaches, transported this season from New York to fect shape, was dug up on the battle ground at Valley Boston, and the towns farther east, that an extra train is Forge, which is believed to have been there since the
run on the Norwich and Worcester railroad expressly Revolutionary war.
for the purpose. The fruit trade between New York Cato pleaded 400 causes, and gained them all. and the East increases prodigiously every year.
DERIVED FROM THE INDIAN LANGUAGE.
Geographical Terminology of the United States.
By the term O-ne aw-ga-ra, the Mohawks and their co
tribes described on the return of their war excursions, Selected from Oseota, or the Red Race of America-By Henny R. the neck of water which connects Lake Erie with On.
tario. The term is derived from their name for the huHudson River. -By the tribes who inhabit the area
man neck. Whether this term was designed to have, of the present County of Dutchess, and other portions as many of their names do, a symbolic import, and to of its eastern banks, as low down as Tappan, this river denote the importance of this communication in geowas called Shatemuc—which is believed to be a deriva- graphy, as connecting the head and heart of the country, tive from Shata, a swan. The Minisi, who inhabited can only be conjectured. Nor is it, in this instance, the west banks, below the point denoted, extending in- probable. When Europeans came to see the gigantic deed over all the east half of New-Jersey, to the falls falls which marked the strait, it was natural that they of the Raritan, where they joined their kindred the should have supposed the name descriptive of that parLenni Lenape, or Delawares proper, called it Mohica- ticular feature, rather than the entire river and portage. nittuck—that is to say, River of the Mohicans. The We have been assured, however, that it is not their oriMohawks, and probably the other branches of the Iro- ginal name for the water-fall, although with them, as quois, called it Cahohatatea-a term of which the in- with us, it may have absorbed this meaning. terpreters who have furnished the word, do not give an
Buffalo.— The name of this place, in the Seneca, is explanation. The prefixed term, Caho, it may be ob- Te-ho-sa-ro-ro. Its import is not stated. served, is their name for the lower and principal falls of
Detroit.—By the Wyandots, this place is called Teuchthe Mohawk. Sometimes this prefix was doubled, with sagrondie; by the Lake tribes of the Algic type, Wathe particle ha, thrown in between. Hatatea is clearly
we- à-tun-ong: both terms signify the place of the turnone of those descriptive and affirmative phrases repre- ing or Turned Channel. It has been remarked by visisenting objects in the vegetable and mineral kingdoms, ters who reach this place at night, or in dark weather, which admitted as we see, in other instances of their or are otherwise inattentive to the courses, that owing compounds, a very wide range. By some of the more
to the extraordinary involutions of the current, the sun westerly Iroquois, the river was called Sanataty.
appears to rise in the wrong place. Albany.—The name by which this place was known Chicago.—This name, in the late Algonquin dialects, to the Iroquois, at an early day, was Schenectady, a term to preserve the same mode of orthography, is derived which, as recently pronounced by a daughter of Brant, from Chicagowunzh, the wild onion or leek. The oryet living in Canada, has the still harsher sound of Skoh- thography is French, as they were the discoverets and nek-ta-ti, with astress on the first, and the accent strong early settlers of this part of the west. Kaug, in these ly on the second syllable, the third and fourth being pro- dialects is a porcupine, and She kaug a polecat. The nounced rapidly and short. The transference of this analogies in these words are apparent, but whether the name, to its present location, by the English, on the be- onion was named before or after the animal, must be stowal on the place by Col. Nichols, of a new name, judged if the age of the derivation be sought for. derived from the Duke of York's Scottish title, is well Tuscaloosa, a river of Alabama. From the Chacta known, and is stated, with some connected traditions, words tushka, a warrior, and lusa, blach.-[Gallatin.] by Judge Benson, in liis eccentric memoir before the Arakiske, the Iroquois name for Virginia. New-York Historical Scciety. The meaning of this Assarigoa, the name of the Six Nations for the Goname, as derived from the authority above quoted, is vernor of Virginia. Beyond the Pines, having been applied exclusively in Owenagungas, a general name of the Iroquois sor ancient times, to the southern end of the ancient port- the New England Indians. age path, from the Mohawk to the Hudson. By the Oteseontco, a spring which is at the head of the riMinci, who did not live here, but extended, however, ver Delaware, on the west shore above Coxsackie, and even Coeymans, Ontonagon; a considerable river of Lake Superior, it appears to have been called Gaishtinic. The Mohe- noted from early times for the large mass of native copgans, who long continued to occupy the present area of per found on its banks. This name is said to have been Rensselaer and Columbia counties, called it Pempota- derived from the following incident. It is known that wuthut, that is to say, the City or Place of the Council there is a small bay and dead water for some distance Fire. None of these terms appear to have found favor within its mouth. In and out of this embayed water, with the European settlers, and, together with their the lake alternately flows, according to the influence of prior names of Beaverwyck and Fort Orange, they at the winds, and other causes, upon its level. An Indian once gave way, in 1664, to the present name. A once woman had left her wooden dish, or Onagon, on the noted eminence, three miles west, on the plains, i. e. sands, at the shore of this little bay, where she had been Trader's Hill, was called Isutchera, or by prefixing the engaged. On coming back from her lodge, the outflowname for a hill, Yonondio Isutchera. It means the hill ing current had carried off her valued utensil. Nia Ninof oil. Norman's Kill, which enters the Hudson a lit-do-nau-gon! she exclaimed, for it was a curious piece tle below, the Mohawks called Towasentha, a term of workmanship. That is to say— Alas! my dish! which is translated by Dr. Yates, to mean, a place of Chuah-nah-whah-hah, or Valley of the Mountains.
A new pass in the Rocky Mountains, discovered within Niagara.-It is not in unison, perhaps, with general a few years. It is supposed to be in N. latitude about expectation, to find that the exact translation of this 40°. The western end of the valley gap is 30 miles name does not entirely fulfil poetic pre-conception.-' wide, which narrows to 20 at its eastern termination;
it then turns oblique to the north, and the opposing and set, as well as those in at and ak, denoted locality sides appear to close the pass, yet there is a narrow way in these various tribes. We see also, in the antipenulquite to the foot of the mountain. On the summit there timate Chu, the root of Wudjo, a mountain. is a large beaver pond, which has outlets both ways, Ta-ha-wus, a very commanding elevation, several but the eastern stream dries early in the season, while thousand feet above the sea, which has, of late years, there is a continuous flow of water west. In its course, been discovered at the sources of the Hudson, and namit has several beautiful but low cascades, and terminates ed Mount Marcy. It signifies, he splits the skyin a placid and delightful stream. The pass is now used [Charles F. Hoffman, Esq.] by emigrants.
Mong, the name of a distinguished chief of New Aquidneck.—The Narragansett name for Rhode Is- England, as it appears to be recorded in the ancient pic. land. Roger Williams observes that he could never ob- torial inscription on the Dighton Rock, in Massachutain the meaning of it from the natives. The Dutch, setts, who flourished before the country was colonized as appears by a map of Novi Belgii, published at Am. by the English. He was both a war captain and a prosterdam in 1659, called it Roode Eylant, or Red Island, phet, and employed the arts of the latter office to infrom the autumnal color of its foliage. The present crease his power and influence in the former. By paterm, as is noticed, in Vol. III. of the Collections of the tient application of his ceremonial arts, he secured the R. I. Hist. Soc. is derived from this.
confidence of a large body of men, who were led on, in Incapatchow, a beautiful lake in the mountains at the attack on his enemies, by a man named Piz-hu. In the sources of the river Hudson.—[Chas. F. Hoffman, this onset, it is claimed that he killed forty men, and Esq.)
lost three. To the warrior who should be successful in Housatonic; a river originating in the southwestern this enterprise, he had promised his youngest sister.part of Massachusetts, and flowing through the State of [Such are the leading events symbolized by this inscripConnecticut into Long Island Sound, at Stratford. It is tion, of which extracts, giving full details, as interprea term of Mohegan origin. This tribe, on retiring east. ted by an Indian chief, now living, and read before the ward from the banks of the Hudson, passed over the Am. Ethnological Society, in 1843, will be furnished, High-lands into this inviting valley. We have no trans- in a subsequent number.] mitted etymology of the term, and must rely on the ge Tioga.—A stream, and a county of the State of Newneral principles of their vocabulary. It appears to have York. From Teoga, a swift current, exciting admirabeen called the valley of the stream beyond the Moun- tion. tains, from ou, the notarial sign of wudjo, a mountain, Diunderoga, an ancient name of the Mohawk tribe, atun, a generic phrase for stream or channel, and ic, the for the site at the mouth of the Schoharie creek, where inflection for locality.
Fort Hunter was afterwards built.—[Col. William L. Wea-nud-nec.—The Indian name, as furnished by Stone.) Mr. O'Sullivan, [D. Rev.] for Saddle Mountain, Massa Almouchico, a generic name of the Indians for New chusetts. It appears to be a derivative from Wa-we-a, England, as printed on the Amsterdam map of 1659, in round, i.e. anything round or crooked, in the inanimate which it was stated that it was thus “by d'inwooders creation,
genaemt.” (So named by the natives.) Ma-hai-we; The Mohegan term, as given by Mr. Irocoisia, a name bestowed in the map above quoted, Bryant (N. Y. E. P.] for Great Barrington, Berkshire on that portion of the present State of Vermont, which county, Massachusetts.
lies west of the Green mountains, stretching along the Massachusetts. This was not the name of a parti- eastern bank of Lake Champlain. By the application cular tribe, but a geographical term applied, it should of the word, it is perceived that the French were not seem, to that part of the shores of the North Atlantic alone in the use they made of the apparently derivative which is swept by the tide setting into and around the term “ Iroquois,” which they gave to the (then) Five peninsula of Cape Cod, and the wide range of coast Nations. tending southerly. It became a generic word, at an Childhood.-Ah! Childhood-beautiful mystery! early day, for the tribes who inhabited this coast. It is how does nature lie all around thee, as a treasure house said to be a word of Narragansett origin, and to signify of wonders. Sweet and gentle season of being! whose the Blue Hills. This is the account given of it by Ro- Aowers bring on the period of ripening, or bloom but to ger Williams, who was told by the Indians that it had wither and fade in their loveliness-time of "thickcomits origin from the appearance of an island off the coast. ing" joys and tears! of tears that pass quickly away, as It would bə more in conformity to the general requisi- if they did not belong to thee, of joys that linger and tions of ethnography, to denominate the language the abide long and yet make the long day short-time of New-England-Algonquin, for there are such great re- weakness ; yet of power to charm the eye of sages from semblances in the vocabulary, and such an identity in their lore. Childhood! what a mystery is there in thy grammatical construction in these tribes, that we are unfolding faculties, that call forth wonder from those constantly in danger, by partial conclusions as to origi- that gaze upon thee, and seem to thyself at times alnal supremacy, of doing injustice. The source of ori- most as if they were strange reminiscences of an earlier gin was doubtless west and southwest, but we cannot being? What mystery is there in thy thoughts when stop at the Narragansetts, who were themselves deriva- thou art told of immortal regions where thou shalt wantive from tribes still farther south. The general mean- der onward and onward forever, and sayest even to the ing given by Williams seems, however, to be sustained, teaching voice of authority, “it cannot, father! it canso far as can now be judged. The termination in ett, I nol be.”—Dewey.