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We recognise the initials of Mir. Schoo craft at- Iached to the fo1~ 'ng quaio aud striking lines, and hold ourselves indebted la the s,pondent ~lo has placed them Sl the seryIcs oi the 0aEote.-[ Alhaoy Evening Gazette. On the condition of the "EaawehOswe," (OngNye HOnwe) in 1s45. The loroly .roqu IS ls lendnp slrep; Goae gre the pl0mes that leek'd his brow For bs bold r1in, 10 Goro hts wife shall weep

 He holds IAe pl ugh. The bow and uuiver which his fathers msdet The gun, IhaG 6llsi ihe warior's desdlest VOW The mace, Inc spear, the axe, the GmbuseHds-

 Where are lucy uowY aute are the hills lhst woke bis dreadful ysll- Scured hstious listen with af igbt morei He walks farmer ever field aud dell

 Once red with gore. Frontlet and wsmpum bsdfc, brand, snd knlis, Skill of the meyalOnyx, suake, sud fox. All now are eoue e!-transformed to peaceful life,

 He drives the oG. Algon, and Cherokee. and Tllioese, No more beneath his stsl~sr bow shall wrilhs Peace spreads her reign wide OCT his inland seas

 He swings the seyths, Grain now, not men, employ his manly powers; To learn Ihs hite mans arts and skill 10 rals; For this. his sons Hnl daughters spend their hours

 They go to school. Glory and fame, that erewhie fired bis soul. And neryed for war his evet-te engeful arm, Where are your charms his bosom tu controli-

 He uls farm. His war-scarrd visage paints mora deform- Ills garments, made of beaver dear. and rat Are eKchanc ed for woollen doublets warm--

 He wears hat. His very pipe, surcharged with sacred weed Once smoked m spirits dreamy, dread, and sore, ls lad asidn-to lhink, to plan 10 resd--

 He keeps stoIe. This IS the law of progress--kindler arts Have shaped his native energies of mad; Aud tack he eomes-frOm wand ering oods . nd lar

 Back 10 mankind. His drum and rattles both are thrown away His native altsrs stsud without a blaxe- Truth, robed in gospel light. hath found her way

 And hsrk! he prHys! October, Is43 HRS