TRADITION.

A BEAUTIFUL IDEA OF HEAVEN.
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The following interesting article, we CO.
py from an old paper, called, "The Spec
lator," published in l7l1. Our readers
will lose nothing by giving it careful
perusal. 1t reads as follows:


There is tradition among the Ameri-
cans, that one Of their countrymen descend
ed in Vision to the great Repository OF
Souls; or, as we call i, here, to the other
World; and that upon his return he gave
his friends distinct account Of every thing
he saw among those regions Of the dead
A friend of mine prevailed upon one of the
Interpreters Of the Indian Kings, to inquire
Of them, if possible, what tradition they
have among them Of this matter: which, as
well as he could learn hy th Sc many ques-
tions which he asked at several times, was
in substance as follows:


The Visionary, whose name was Maria
ton, after having travelled for long space
under hollow mountain, arrived at length
on The confines of this world Of spirits, but
could not enter il by, reason OF a thick Fo-
rest made up Of bushes, brambles, and point
ed ,horns, so perpIexed and intsrwoven
with one another, that il was impossible 10
find a passage through it. Whilst he was
looking about for some track or pathway,
tha, might be worn in any part OF it, he
cav huge lion couched under the side OF
it, who kept his eye upon him in the same
nosture as when he watches for his prey.
The Indian Immediately started back
whilst the lion rose with spring and leap
ed towards him. Being wholly destitute
of all other weapons, he stopped down to
take up huge stone in his hand, but to his
infinite surprise gIasped nothing, and found
the supposed stone to be only the appari-
ton of one. If he was disappointed on this
side, he was ns much pleased on the other
when he found he lion, which had seized
on his left shoulder, had no power TO hurt
hin, and was only the ghost of that raven
Gus creature which it appeared TO be. He
no sooner got rid Of hi, imposent enemy