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Her watchful care protected you in the helpless period of infancy, when she nourished you, taught your limbs to move and your tongue to lisp its unformed accents.

In your childhood she mourned over your little griefs; rejoiced in your innocent delights; administered to you the healing balm in sickness; and instilled into your mind the love of truth, of virtue and of wisdom.

Oh! cherish every sentiment of respect for such a mother. She merits your warmest gratitude, esteem and veneration.

The quiet, patient sheep, is found in Europe and Asia. It is one of the most useful creatures in the world. Our clothes are made of its wool, our gloves of its skin as is flesh serves us for

Men at all times, and in almost all countries, have taken much care of sheep. Sheep and shopherds, are often mentioned in the Bible. Jacob kept Laban's sheep. Moses kept sheep for his father-in-law in Midian.

Wolves kill sheep, and eat them. Wolves are very much like dogs in their appearance, but they are wild; and when they are hungry, will attack any animal. There are very few wolves where there are men; men take great pains to kill them, and in time will kill them all,

CHARLES BRUCE TELLS HIS ADVENTURES.

When I was about twelve years old, an Indian, by the name of Splitlog, came to my father's house in Boston. He had been a chief, or great man among the Indians once, but he was now poor.

He was generally esteemed a good Indian, and he loved my father, because he once saved his life, when he was attacked by some sailors in the streets of Boston.

He asked my father to let me go home with him. He told me of excellent sport they had in shooting squirrels and deer where he lived; so 1 begged my father to let me go, and he at length consented.

Splitlog lived near Northampton, at the foot of a mountain called Mount Holyoke, just on the bank of Connecticut river. It is about one hundred miles from Boston.

There is a good road from Boston to Northamp ten now, and the stage travels it every day. But

the road was bad when I went with Splitlog, and there were no stages in America then.

So Splitlog and I set out on foot. The second day we arrived at Worcester. It was then a very little town, and there were no such fine houses there as now.

The fourth day we arrived at Splitlog's house, which was a little wigwam at the foot of mount Holyoke.

In this little house we found Splitlog's wife and three children; two boys and a girl. They came out to meet us, and were very glad to see Splitlog

and me.

I was very hungry and tired when I arrived. Splitlog's wife roasted some bear's meat and gave us some bread made of pounded corn, which formed our supper.

We sat on the floor, and took the meat in our fingers, for the Indians had no knives and forks. I then went to bed on some bear skins, and slept well.

Early in the morning, Splitlog called me from my sleep, and told me they were going into the woods a-shooting, and that I must go with them. I was soon ready, and set out with Splitlog and his

two sons.

It was a fine bright morning in October. The sun was shining on the top of mount Tom and mount Holyoke, two mountains near Northampton. We ascended Holyoke, through the woods.

At length we climed a high rock, from which we could see the beautiful valley far below us, in the centre of which was the little town of Northampton, then much smaller than it is now.

"Do you see those houses?" said Splitlog to me. "When my grand-father was a boy, there was not a house where you now see so many. That valley, which now belongs to white men, then belonged to red men.

"Then the red men were rich and happy; now they are poor and wretched. Then that beautiful river, which you see running through the valley, and which is called the Connecticut, was theirs.

"They owned these fine mountains too, they hunted in these woods, and fished in that river, and were numerous and powerful. Now we are few and weak."

"But how has this change happened?" said I. "Who has taken your lands from you, and made you miserable?”

"I will tell you all about it to-night," said Split log, "when we return from shooting. But hark! I hear a squirrel chattering in the woods; we must go and find him. Whist!" said Splitlog, "and folÏow me."

We all followed accordingly, and soon discovered a fine grey squirrel sitting in the top of a walnut tree, erect on his hind legs, with his tail curled over his back, and a nut in his fore paws.

Splitlog beconed to his youngest son, who drew his bow, and discharged his arrow, which whistled over the back of the squirel, but did not touch him.

Splitlog's eldest son immediately discharged his arrow, which struck the squirel in the side, and brought him instantly to the ground.

After this adventure, we proceeded cautiously

through the woods. We had not gone far, when Splitlog beckoned to us all to stop.

"Look yonder," said he to me, "on that high rock above us!" I did so but could see nothing. "Look again," said Splitlog. I did, and saw a young deer, or fawn, standing upon the point of a rock, which hung over the valley.

He was a beautiful little animal, full of spirit, with large black eyes, slender legs, and of a "reddish brown color.

Splitlog now selected a choice arrow, placed it on the bow, and sent it whizzing through the air. It struck the fawn directly through the heart.

The little animal sprang violently forward over the rock and fell dead, many feet below, where Splitlog's sons soon found him. We now returned to Splitlog's house, carrying the fawn with us.

In the evening, I reminded Splitlog of his promise to tell me how the Indians had been robbed of their lands and reduced to poverty. He accordingly began as follows:

"It is not a hundred and fifty years since there were no white men in this country. There were none but red men or Indians. They owned all the lands; they hunted, and fished, and rambled where they pleased.

"The woods were then full of deer and other game, and in the rivers there were a great many salmon and shad.

"At length, the white men came in their ships from across the sea. The red men saw them, and told them they were welcome. They came ashore. The red men received them kindly.

"The white men built houses, and they grew