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And again, as then, I see thee in thy early man

hood's pride, As the guiding-star which ruled me, ever by my

willing side. Thine were then the earliest offerings that the in

fant spring-time brought, Thine were first the daring footsteps that her sa

cred temples sought ; And the wealth of blushing blossoms nestled

'mid my flowing hair, Were not thine the gentle fingers that enwreathed

their treasures there? Many a quaint and ancient volume, many a relic

rich and rare, From the world across the waters to my bower

home thou didst bear. Thou hadst sought the Ocean caverns, and their

buried treasures wonYet to me the spoils were given, when the victory

was done ; And a smile of pride and triumph gave thine eyes

a changeful light, As thy crown of pearl and amber o’er my brow

grew softly bright. Yet thy smile was but of triumph, naught of love

thine eye betrayed ; Sadly gazed I, till its sunlight slowly deepened

into shade.

experience. At a time when she wrought in a factory, a "Revival” took place, and she became i interested; she would go to her work at three ,' or four o'clock in the morning, in order not to desire to work over hours in the evening,as her wish for gain had impelled her. She attended night after night these meetings, till at length she was torn and shattered by religious anxiety, and this, added to her excessive labors, was too much for her strength. The little portion of time she allotted for sleep, was lessened by the length of her wrestlings in prayer, till, exhausted, she sank upon her bed. At length she fell into a trance, and, with no signs of life, she lay in that condition for three days. Many physicians came to see her, and though none of the usual evidences of life were present, they could not decide that she was dead. She was insensible to the effect of needles and pincers applied to her flesh, but lay, as she expressed it, “ as cold as clay and as stiff as a rail." While she was thus conditioned, she affirms she went to heaven. She was bewildered with joy to think she was really in heaven, but the next moment she was filled with fear lest she should not be permitted to remain. She gazed around the vast palace hall, and all the space was filled with white covered seats,so white was the covering that it glistened like new fallen snow when the sun is clear ; in the heavens. At the end of the hall, opposite to the entrance, was an elevated platform, on which was something like an altar, with three arm chairs, covered as the seats, and to this plat. form she was invited by the Savior. He pointed her to one of the outer chairs; and she sat down in it, and found it soft as down. Such a sense of repose she had never known before as when she sunk into its softness and laid her arms on either side. She then took a survey of what was in sight. Before her, kneeling, with the sweetest faces and with hands put palm to palm as if in prayer, an innumerable number of little children were seen nearest the altar or throne. They sang with a richness of melody nerer dreamed of by mortals, as she said. Back of the platform-chairs, quite elevated, sat three renerable men, their hair was as white as the almond blooms, and their faces were very holy. She asked who they were ? She was told that they were Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob, and that they “ tuned the singing"— led on the choral. The unusual nature of these sights exhausted her, and she began to be hungry. No sooner was the desire for food felt, than into her hand, from an invisible medium, came something shaped

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like a fig, yet yellow as an orange, and having stood by her bedside with a countenance of unthe taste of many fruits. She ate, and was then speakable benignity, and with a holy beauty that thirsty, and at the first sensation of thirst, as made heaven present to the heart. “I am,” strangely as before, the answer came. A goblet, said he, “the Savior of the World.” “ Can it in appearance like silver, came into her hand, be ?" exclaimed the delighted mother.

“ Yes,” filled with a liquid that looked like milk, but as was the response, and again, with a divine emshe drank, she tasted a resemblance to every phasis came the declaration, “I am the Savior thing that had ever been desirable-every luxu- of the World.” Peace passed upon that Chrisry was there. After this she fell asleep. When tian's spirit, and from that hour she began to she awoke, she was directed to follow her guide, recover, and she was certain it was a vision, and and then left this beautiful place. She stood on not a dream, because ever after the Bible was a the outside of heaven; and a great throng was new book to her, and she was able to argue with gathered there, and, said she to me, with a the wisest and most learned in Bible lore in de. strange fire in her eye, “ You need not tell me fence of Universal Salvation. Now, madam, I that them words there in the twenty-sixth of will not dispute that you have had the vision Matthew don't mean what they say, for I heard you represent, but if I am to-receive it, what Him say them, and saw the damned go into the must I do with the vision of this other good place made for them—I saw the gates mysell.

Christian? To deny hers, is to deny yours, for And He told me I must go back to earth, and the evidence is equal. What shall I do ?" tell what I had seen, and if I was faithful, I

“Well, well,” was the reply, “I suppose might return to stay there forever. And I have there are good Christians in all churches." been faithful," she added, with great intensity After this she passed to indifferent matters of feeling; “I have borne my testimony in the and I left, not knowing whether I had lost the presence of five hundred at once, and I wanted forenoon, or had done any good. But I learned you to hear it."

better than ever before to set only dreams against Well, madam," said I, “I have heard the

dreams. story of your trance, and

“ It was a't a trance-it was a vision-a vis. ion, sir.” “As you please-a vision. You want me to

TIE INFANT. receive this vision as an evidence of the truth of the idea of endless sin and evil?"

CALMly she sleepeth

Our innocent one ! 'Yes, sir, that's it.”

Tired of her frolicing, “But it does not teach that. I believe all that

Weary with fun ! is said in Matt. xxvi. 46, and if I were to hear

There shall come to her spirit that language uttered in reality as you heard it

A darker day ;

When, tired with Life's labor, in your vision, I could not believe it meant end. As now with its play, less punishment, for God chastises to reform, to

She shall sigh once more, reclaim. But, still further. I know a good

For the quiet rest, woman who had a vision, who told me that

And sheltering love

Of a mother's breast. vision as earnestly as you have told me yours. She was a member of a Baptist church at the Thus far had I written when a new vein of time she was taken sick, and was thought to be thought was opened in my mind. Why need in a dying state. She was strongly opposed to this be? Why should so many pain-racked bodUniversalism, but she had children, and good ies and weary hearts and guilt-stained souls children too, who received it as the truth of the people this beautiful earth? We would not ask Bible. She was greatly concerned about those this as a theological question, but as a mother's children. She read her Bible; she prayed; she

thought, the subject of careful and prayerful inagonized before God; she labored to be recon- quiry from the depths of a mother's heart, while ciled, but she could find no rest. At length her

as her hand guides the pen, her infant sleeps upprayer was for some manifestation that would on her breast. decide the case for her. A prophecy seemed Can we make or mar the happiness of our brooding over her soul that an answer would children, even after they have left our care ? Can come, and she waited for it. Suddenly all was we prepare them for life's labors, and nerve them bright about her, and the Savior appeared. He

for its trials, and strengthen them against its

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many temptations? Is it in a mother's power and her soul strengthened in its need, but what to say if her children shall go forth to the world a blessed memory was thus created for the after as Christian men and women, or as the slaves of life of her child. What a powerful inducement sordid passions, or as the gilded playthings of a for religious meditation and communion would day? Is it in her power to say if they shall carry be her mother's example, and the holy associawith them in life's darkest hours the light of a tions connected with it. Among light minded happy childhood and a mother's love? I think or worldly associates away from the sacred seit is. Byron's mother made him a misanthrope, clusion of home, with the dread of ridicole, (so and his misanthropy cursed the world he hated. fearfully strong in the young mind) added to Napoleon's mother made him a warrior, and the the inquences of new pursuits and engrossing nations have hardly yet ceased to tremble before thoughts to deter from habitual prayer, how ofthimn. Benjamin West has recorded of his first

may

this be the reclaiming power. The effort, that it met his mother's approving kiss, hour of prayer is come in my own loved home. and his was a true word-picture of a mother's My father prays for me. My mother bears her power, when he said, “That kiss made me a child upon her heart's petition up to God.” And painter.” John Quincy Adams and Timothy in families where the death or irreligion of the Dwight, are specimens of the statesmen and di- father has left the whole duty upon the mother, vines with which good mothers may furnish the still may this power be felt; “My mother al. world.

ways prayed." “ I took up a package of my children's letters My mother prayed for me." It has come as to-day,” said a mother to me, "and they were a heart burst of penitence from a guilt stained really quite a comfort to me.” How blessed .is wanderer returned to his mother's grave;-it the reward a mother sometimes receives, even has been uttered in joyous thanksgiving by main these little thought-messengers, from those ny an aged Christian about to enter into hea. who have long since raised for themselves an- venly rest. other altar-place, and created another happy How striking a contrast to this is presented in home.

the words of a convict about to suffer the death I read one of these affectionate epistles, and penalty for a fearful crime. On the scaffold he was forcibly impressed by the close. The wri- asked for his mother. She came. “Mother, ter quotes from “ Fanny Forester’s" lines to her you placed me here! Mother, you made me what mother:

I am! You placed the poison to my infant lips,

and taught me to love it. Under its influence I 6. The world hath kindly dealt, mother!

committed the fatal deed. Mother, this is your By the child thou lov'st so well ;

work.” She fainted, and was borne away. Thy prayers have circled round her path,

Mother, this is your work!There is not a And 'twas their holy spell Which made that path so dearly bright,

mother upon earth to whom those words are not

sooner or later 'addressed by the life of her child, Which strewed the roses there, Which threw the light, and cast the balm,

and it is for each one of them all to say if to her On every breath of air.'

it shall come as an anthem of rejoicing or as the

bitter curse of an accusing spirit. Mother, I have read this beautiful stanza until I

T. J. CARSEY. bave learned it, it so completely expresses my

Beloit, Wisconsin.
feelings.
Adieu now, mother, and don't forget to pray for
Ellen."

GRACIE WRIGHT.
How touching the request, coming as it did
from a daughter, who already, in a distant city, I love thee for thy step of air,
nestled her own loved child to her bosom, and Thy rosy cheek and chestnut hair,
offered up petitions for its welfare. There too And for thine eye of azure light,
was revealed one powerful agent of that moth-

Gracie Wright. er's influence. Her prayer for her child! From its earliest infancy she had asked of God con

And not for these, dear one, alone, cerning it, and found wisdom and strength for a

I love thee for thy gentle tone mother's life-task, from the Mercy seat of pray

And for thy hand-clasp, warm and tight, Not only was her own heart thus purified,

Gracie Wright.

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Why art thou ever good and mild ?

them, among the aboriginal inhabitants of our Comes there no shadow, dailing child,

broad and beautiful land. The swift destruction To dim thy spirit sky so bright,

of the brand and tomahawk, is not more fearful Gracie Wright?

than the blighting “fre water" and its kindred Sure thou hast had thy sorrowing hours;

temptations, that have led hundreds of simple Thine have not all been thornless flowers ;

beings to utter ruin. Let us be silent, then, Can grief o'erwhelm thee with its might,

when we read of the baleful fires kindled along Gracie Wright?

our western frontiers; and find in our own weak

and sinful hearts, an excuse for the untaught Does anger never flash thine eye

child of nature, who acts from the small glimAnd swell that peaceful bosom high?

mering light that illumines bis mind, and knows Do tears ne'er cloud thine eye's clear light, nothing of the Glorious Sun that has dispelled Gracie Wright?

much of the gross darkness that bound men's

souls in ages past. When gladness comes to make thy heart

Whatever may be the state of morals among With new and wild pulsations start, Thou’rt still the same, mild, gentle sprite,

the Chippewas in their degeneracy, there was a Gracie Wright.

time, when theft, as well as many other like vi

ces, was not tolerated among them. Disgrace Say, does the joy-tide run so deep

not only followed the commission of such a crime, It in thy heart doth ever keep

but the aggressor was banished forever from And ne'er run over with delight,

his tribe and their hunting grounds, returning Gracie Wright?

only on pain of death. This was, with them, a

better protection than the bolts and bars of our Thou blessed one, to thee has heaven

prison houses. A few hieroglyphics, drawn upA strange, a mighty power given,

on a lot of bark, were a surer protection than O ever use that power aright,

the “premium safe” of an enlightened nation. Gracie Wright!

A poor comment this upon our code of laws ! May angels guard thee, gentle child,

Although acting more on the defensive than And smooth for thee life's pathway wild,

otherwise, in matters of warfare, the Chippewas And tinge each shadowy cloud with light, were not deficient in true indian prowess; and Gracie Wright!

stood by their homes and hunting grounds to the last breath. In the year 18— a large war party of the Black Feet, having gained the Chippewa lands, by the bead waters of Lake Superior, un

discovered, fell suddenly upon the latter in the TIE EXILED CHIPPEWA-WAM-E-NOO-SA. night, and threatened to almost destroy the

whole tribe. Taken somewhat by surprise, the MINGLED with the wild and ferocious customs

Chippewas had not time to rally around their of the savage, we frequently find the most ad- chiess, and seizing their arms in haste, fed in mirable and unflinching adherence to justice, great confusion. The outskirts of their princiand a beautiful susceptibility to gratitude, that pal village were already in flames; and destrucdivine and noble enotion of man's nature. In

tion, utter and hopeless, to men, women and stances are on record, in which both these prin- children, seemed to hover over their heads. At ciples have been strikingly illustrated by the

this moment, a young man, hardly known as a lives and deeds of those untutored sons of the

warrior, bounded into their midst, and shouting forest. Untutored, I say, yes, in the arts and the Chippewa war-cry, in a voice that startled craftiness that disgrace civilized nations, as well the silent old woods from their slumbers, called as in those refinements that are a distinguishing

upon the flying braves to follow him to the resfeature between the white man and the dusky cue of their homes from ruin. The emergency Indian. Most humiliating is the reflection, that of the moment had called into action every enwe, who have been favored with the light of

ergy of the young man, and be stood before science, and the teachings of the Gospel, have them, transformed from the quiet youth to the been the bearers of many of those enormous daring warrior, in the space of a breath. His evils that afflict humanity-the disseminators of keen black eye flashed fury; and the large veins

upon his dusky brow and sinewy arms, seemed Vol. XX.

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swollen to bursting, as, followed by the braves ing to the lodges with the swifiness of an arrow, of his tribe, who caught a spark of the Gre that returned with a vessel of water, which she kindled his soul, he led them to meet their ene- sprinkled over his face with a trembling hand. mies. The conflict was sharp but brief. Against This revived him, and raising himself from the the fury of Wam-e-poo-sa and his band, the ground upon his elbow, be regarded the dusky Black Feet in vain atteinpted to advance. In girl attentively. There was a quiet joy upon their own land, and fighting for all they held his face, indicative of the bliss he felt at having dear, the enraged Chippewas dealt death on eve- saved his tribe and kindred, from the ruin that ry hand. With a fury bordering on madness, threatened them ; but more than all, at having Wam-e-p00-sa raged here and there, at one time turned back the blood-thirsty tomahawk from discharging his rifle into the bosom of a power- the brow of his atlianced bride. She had long ful Black Foot, and again cleaving the head of been promised bim, by the old sachem Ma-dasanother, with his whirling tomahawk. Soon ka, when he should have done some deed to disthe scalps that swung at his girdle made him tinguish himself among the braves. Now he an object of terror to his now bewildered ene

knew and felt that the time had come. After mies.

regarding her a moment, he spoke. “The knife Two-thirds of the Black Feet were stretched of the Black Foot was aimed at Wam-e-noo-sa's upon the earth, to bend the bow no more ; and heart, but he lives. Will the Morning Star still the remainder were giving way, when Wam-e

shed her beautiful light upon him, and make noo-sa beheld his own father, an aged chieftain, him happy ?" contending bravely but feebly, with a powerful “She will,” was the reply. “And Ma-das-ka Black Foot, who had just raised his hatchet to will smile upon him too. Had it not been for cleave the skull of the old warrior. Quick as Wam-e-p00-sa, his home would now be smok. thought, the young brave was at his side, and ing in ashes, and Mi-o-na's scalp hanging at the dashing his father to the earth, to save him from belt of the Black Foot. Ma-das-ka will give bis the impending blow, instantly closed in with Morning Star to shine always in the lodge of his antagonist. Seizing him around the middle, the brave Wam-e-noo-sa, and she will be happy. by an almost superhuman effort, Wam-e-nov-sa in his home." Aung the Black Foot to the earth, but was him- The return of the other warrior from the pure self grappled in the fall, and both rolled upon

the suit, interrupted farther conve

versation, and gathground, each struggling desperately for the mas- ering around the wounded Chippewa, each ofertery. The Chippewa succeeded in drawing his ed some mark of respect. Mi-o-na would have knife first, but before he could use it effectually, Aed, but her father detained her, and placing the knife of the other gashed twice, to the very himself in the midst, addressed them in these bone, the arm that had kept it from piercing his words: heart. At last, as he came uppermost, Wam-e- " Warriors of the Chippewas! You have this 100-sa, by a sudden jerk of his disabled arm, night escaped an awful doom. Who has saved threw the knife from the hand of the other, and you froin this doom? Our homes are saved from at the same moment, raising himself by a pow- the destroying fire, and our wives and children erful effort, plunged his own hunting-knife into from the hatchets of our enemies, and who has the bosom of the Black Foot. The tight grasp done this? Wam:e-noo-sa. Let him be called of the Indian relaxed, and the young brave, al- · Waking Panther,' and Ma-das-ka gives bim the most exhausted, arose from the ground and look- Morning Star to make his home bright and beau. ed about him. Not an enemy was in sight, and tiful forever." his friends had all disappeared in the pursuit. A After this brief speech, the warriors separamoment he stood erect, and surveyed the bloody ted, and sought their several homes. As they scene; then, from loss of blood, his head grew moved away, the eyes of O-moo-moo-la, the dizzy; and with the soft word Mi-o-na on his Lynx, were fixed upon Wam-e-n00-sa with a lips, he sank upon the earth in a death-like look of the blackest hatred. Mi-o-na caught the swoon. His filmy eye had caught the outline of glance, and it made her shrink close to the side i a light figure, moving rapidly towards him from

of her father, who bade the Waking Panther, among the wigwams, and that brief view had now able to walk slowly, to come to his lodge. told him that it was his own Mi-o-na hastening The Chippewas kept themselves on the alert ! to his relief. Tearing the girdle from her waist, from this time, for fear their enemies might reshe bound it around his bleeding arm, then fly

turn with reinforcements, but no Black Feet ap.

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