father, mother, brothers, and sisters. Her full heart,—-full with the cherished secrets of her history,-was opened, and the story of her life freely given.

17. She said the savages, who were Delawares, after taking her to a rocky cave in the mountains, departed to the Indian country. The first night was the unhappiest of her life. She was kindly treated,-being carried tenderly in their arms when she was weary. She was adopted in an Indian family, and brought up as their daughter. For years she lived a roving life, and loved it She was taught the use of the bow and arrow, and became expert in all the employments of savage existence.

18. When she was grown to womanhood, both her Indian parents died, and she soon afterward married a young chief of the nation, and removed to the Ohio country. She was treated with more respect than the Indian women generally; and so happy was she in her domestic relations, that the chance of being discovered, and compelled to return among the whites, was the greatest evil that she feared; for she had been taught that they were the implacable enemies of the Indians, whom she loved.

19. Her husband died; and, her people having joined the Miamies, she went with them, and married one of that tribe. The last husband was also dead, and she had been a widow many years. Children and grandchildren were around her, and her life was passing pleasantly away. When she concluded the narrative, she lifted her right hand in a solemn manner, and said, "All this is as true as that there is a Great Spirit in the heavens!" She had entirely forgotten her native language, and was a pagan.

20. On the day after the second interview, the brothers and sisters, with the interpreter, rode out to her dwelling. It was a well-built log house, in the midst of cultivation.

A large herd of cattle and sixty horses were grazing in the pasture. Everything betokened plenty and comfort; for she was wealthy, when her wants and her means were compared Her annuity from government, which she received as one of the Miami tribe, had been saved, and she had about one thousand dollars in specie.

21. Her white friends passed several days very agreeably with her; and subsequently her brother Joseph, with his daughter, the wife of the Hon. Mr. Bennet, of Wyoming, made her another visit, and bade her a last farewell. She died a few years ago, and was buried with considerable pomp; for she was regarded as a queen among her tribe.

QUESTIONS.-1. Where is the Wyoming Valley? 2. Relate the incidents connected with the capture of little Irances. 3. What efforts were made to find her? 4. How many years after her capture before she was found? 5. Where did they find her? 6. By what test did Mr. Slocum prove that she was his sister? 7. What history did she relate of herself? 8. Describe her home.

LESSON L.

FRING' ING, bordering; edging.
LEDGE, layer; ridge.
DAI' $Y, (literally day's eye,) a little
wild flower very common in sum-
RI' or ous, noisy; reveling. [mer.
BOIS' TER OUS, tumultuous; violent.

CULL' ING, selecting; picking.
BOU QUETS', (boo kās,) bunches of
SULK' Y, morose.
[flowers.

BOTH' ER ING, perplexing.
UN WONT ED, rare; uncommon.
TE DI OUS, tiresome; wearisome.

THE RAIN-DROPS.

DELIA LOUISE COLTON.

1. The silver rain, the golden rain,
The tripping, dancing, laughing rain!
Stringing its pearls on the green leaf's edge,
Fringing with gems the brown rock's ledge,

Spinning a vail for the water-fall,

And building an amber-colored wall

Across the West where the sun-beams fall:
The gentle rain, in the shady lane,
The pattering, peering, winning rain!

2. The noisy rain, the marching rain,
The rushing tread of the heavy rain!
Pouring its rivers from out the blue,
Down on the grass where the daisies grew,
Darting in clouds of angry drops
Across the hills and the green tree-tops,
And kissing, at last, in its giant glee,
The foaming lips of the great green sea:
The fierce, wild rain, the riotous rain,
The boisterous, dashing, shouting rain!

3. The still night rain, the solemn rain,

The soldier-step of the midnight rain!
With its measured beat on the roof o'erhead,
With its tidings sweet of the faithful dead,
Whispers from loves who are laid asleep
Under the sod where the myrtles creep,
Culling bouquets from the sun-lit past,
Of flowers too sweet, too fair to last:
The faithful rain, the untiring rain,
The cooing, sobbing, weeping rain!

4. The sulky rain, the spiteful rain,
The bothering, pilfering, thieving rain!
Creeping so lazily over the sky,

A leaden mask o'er a bright blue eye,
And shutting in, with its damp, strong hands,
The rosy faces in curls, and bands

Of girls who think, with unwonted frown,
Of the charming laces and things down-town,
That might as well for this tiresome rain,
Be in the rose land of Almahain :

The horrid rain, the tedious rain,

The never-ending, dingy rain!

QUESTIONS.-1. What is the meaning of the suffix ing, in such words as tripping, dancing, laughing, &c.? See SANDERS & MCELLIGOTT'S ANALYSIS, page 153, Ex. 206. 2. What is the use of the hyphen in such words as water-fall, amber-colored, &c.? See SANDERS' NEW SPELLER, page 165.

LESSON LI.

LAV' ISH, liberal; profuse.
PER FUMES, pleasant odors.
HAR MO' NI OUS, concordant.
RAPTURE, extreme joyousness.
GERM$, sced-buds; beginnings.
PAR TI CLE$, minute parts; atoms.

MOTES, very small particles.
VENTURE, dare; have courage.

COLUMN, pillars.

DOME, arched roof; cupola.
TI' NY, very small.

Es' SENCE, perfume.

"SMALL THINGS."

1. WHO dares to scorn the meanest thing,
The humblest weed that grows,
While pleasure spreads its joyous wing
On every breeze that blows?

The simplest flower that, hidden, blooms
The lowest on the ground,

Is lavish of its rare perfumes,

And scatters sweetness round.

2. The poorest friend upholds a part
Of life's harmonious plan;

F. BENNOCH.

The weakest hand may have the art
To serve the strongest man.

The bird that highest, clearest sings,
To greet the morning's birth,
Falls down to drink, with folded wings,
Love's rapture on the earth.

3. From germs too small for mortal sight
Grow all things that are seen,
Their floating particles of light
Weave Nature's robe of green.
The motes that fill the sunny rays
Build ocean, earth, and sky,-

The wondrous orbs that round us blaze
Are motes to Deity!

4. Life, love, devotion, closely twine,

Like tree, and flower, and fruit;

They ripen by a power divine,
Though fed by leaf and root.
And he who would be truly great,

Must venture to be small;
On airy columns rests the dome
That, shining, circles all.

5. Small duties grow to mighty deeds;
Small words to thoughts of power;
Great forests spring from tiny seeds,
As moments make the hour.
And life, howe'er it lowly grows,
The essence to it given,

Like odor from the breathing rose,
Floats evermore to Heaven.