CHILDREN IN EXILE. Two Indian Boys were carried to London not long ago for exhibition, and both died soon after their arrival. It is related that one of them, during his last moments, talked incessantly of the scenes and sports of his distant home, and that both wished earnestly to be taken back to their native woods. FAR in the dark old forest glades, Where kalmias bloom around, They had their place of youthful sport, Their childhood's hunting-ground, And swinging lightly in the vines That o'er the wigwam hung, The golden robins, building near, Above their dwelling sung. CHILDREN IN EXILE. 45 Each morn their little dusky feet To plunge beneath the glowing stream And when the hiding squirrel's nest They sought, far up the hills, They bathed their reeking foreheads cool They saw the early silver moon And in her beams they chased the bat And, when the stars all silently Went out o'er hill and plain, They listened low to merry chimes Of Summer evening rain. No healthful music brings, They longed to run through woodland dells, Where Nature ever sings; And, drooping, mid the noise and glare, And, dying, still looked fondly back, A VALENTINE. SHE that is fair, though never vain or proud, True to herself, yet willing to submit, More swayed by love, than ruled by worldly wit; COMMON SENSE. SHE came among the gathering crowd, And when they asked her humble name, Her modest garb drew every eye, Her ample cloak, her shoes of leather,And when they sneered, she simply said, 66 "I dress according to the weather." They argued long, and reasoned loud, In dubious Hindoo phrase mysterious, While she, poor child, could not divine Why girls so young should be so serious. |