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proxInaates so nearly to perfection as the one to which we have alluded. As east o

 the Mississippi we have been friends, SC west we will cherish the same feelings with additional fervour; and although we may be removed to the desert, still we '1 shall look with fond regard, upon those who have promised us their protection.- Let that feeling be reciprocated.

 Friends, my attachment to my native land was Strong,-that cord is now broken and we must go forth as wanderers in a strange land mast go. Let me en- treat you to regard us with feelings of kindness; and when the hand of oppres- sion IS stretched against us, let me hopo that warning voice may be heard from every part of these United States, filling the mountains and valleys with echo, and say stop, you have no power; wo are the sovereign people and our red friends shall no more be disturbed. We ask you for nothing that is incompatible with your other duties.

 We go forth sorrowful, knowing that wrong has been done. Will you extend to us your sympathising regards until all traces of disagreeable oppositions are ob- liberated, and we again shall have confi- dence in the professions of our white brcthren. Here is the land of our pro- genitors, and here are the bones, they left them as sacred deposit, and we have been compelled to venerate its trust ;-it is dear to us, yet we cannot say ;-my peo- pie IS dear to me, to them | must go.- Could 1 stay and forget them and leave them to struggle alone unaided, unfricnd- ed, and forgotten by our great Father, should then be unworthy the name of a Choctaw and be disgrace to my blood. l must go with them: my destiny is cas, among the Choctaw people. If they suf- fer, so will |; if they prosper, then will I rejoice. Let mo again ask you to regard us with feelings of kindness.

 GEORGE w. HARKINS.

 s4necdote of Napolcon.-' One day, as the first Consul wen, down to review the troops in the Court of the Tuilcries, an e. vent occurred of so singular nature as to draw attention and excite interest. A. mongst the crowd assembled there was lad of fifteen dressed in an old black coat very much worn, but clean, and indicating that it's wearer did not belong to the low CT classes of society. His countenance was interesting; pale, trembling violently, as his neighbors observed, and putting his hand frequently into his bosom. he socm- cd impatiently to wait the arrival of the First Consul. When tho drums gave the signal, the emotion of the lad became so strong that his chest was seen to rise from the beating of his heart. The first Con- sul came down, and when he was about the middle of the vestibule, the youth pre- cipitated himself towards him, and offered him paper. There were SO many plots at this period, so many attempts upon the life of tho First Consul, that twenty per- sons not belonging to his rctinue, immedi- ately seized the boy, who, with his hand raised. and casting supplicatipg look at the First Consul, still continued 10 offer his petition. Let the young man go,' said Napoleon. II will speak to him ; and, advancing towards him said, 'Who are you, my childr The youth could not answer; but falling upon his knees, presented his petition. The First Con- l sul read it with an expression of counte- nance which struck all who were near him. He then fixed his eyes upon the lad who was still knoeIing, and said with an express sion of the deepest sympathy, Rise, my good boy, you must kneel only to God.- 4s your mother still at Parisl An almost inartculate yes was the reply. Tell her that she has pension of twelve hundred francs, and six months of arrears shall be paid to her. On hearing these words the poor boy fell again on his knees. He rais- ed at the same time his eyes full of tears i and his hands towards the First Consul, whose hands no endeavored to take. But tho emotion was too strong. On learning the favor conferred upon his mother, his paleness, which was before extreme, had redoubled. He soon became purple, the veins of his forehead swelled as if they were going 10 burst-his eyes closed, and he fell senseless at the feet of the First Consul but, nature assisting herself, an abundant hemorrhage snsued, and Napo- leon was covered with the poor boys blood. A surgeon,' cried he, a surgeon. But it is said that joy is never fatal, and yet have seen the reverse. Be that as it may, the youth came to his senses, ,.and bursting into tears forcibly seized the hand of the First Consul and kissed it with transport. You arc God for my fami- 1 ly, said he, will pray every day for you. The First Consul smiled, and pressing tine boys hand continued 10 advance towards his horse. but before he mounted. recom-