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of defiance. But she calls sweetIy and
softly for her lost children. Hear them
"peep! peepi peep!" at the welcome
voice of their mothers love! They
are coming together. Soon the whole
family will meet again. 1t is a foul sin
TO disturb them; but retard your devil
Gus way, and let her hear your coming
footsteps breaking down the briars as
you renew The danger She is quiet;
not word is passed between the fear
full fugitives. Now, if you have. the
heart to do it, lie low, keep still, and inn
ltate the call Of the quail. Oh, mother!
mother! how your heart would die, if
you could witness the deception! The
little onea raise Up their trembling
heads,s and catch comfort and imagined
safety from the sound. peep! peep!n
they come to you, straining their little
eyes, and clustering together, and an
swering, seem to say, Where is she?-
Mother! mother! we are here!''


| knew an Ethiopian once-he lives
yet in a hovel on the brush plains Of
Matowacs-who called a whole bevy
together in that way. He first shot
the parent bird; and when the murder
Gus villain had ranged them in close
company, while they were looking over
each others necks, and mingling their
doubts and hopes and .distresses, in lit


tie circle, he leveled his cursed musket
at their unhappy breasts, and butcher
ed--''What! all my pretty ones? Did
you say allf He did, and he lives yet!
Oh, let me not meet that niger six miles
north of Patchogue, in place where the
scrub oaks cover with cavernous gloom
a sudden precipice, at whose bottom lies
a deep lake, unknown but to the Kwke
and the lost deer. Hunter! For nv
souPs sake, let me net encounter him in
the grim ravines Of the Cadicoon in Sui
livan, where the everlasting darkness of
the hemlock forests would sanctify the
virluous murder