of ghosts and apparitions was now complete, and his terror was equal to the force of conviction; he rose from his bed, dressed himself, and went down stairs, determined never more to sleep in a house disturbed by ghosts. Mr. R. rose also to comfort him, and told him to behave like a man, and not give way to superstitious fears; calling upon him to recollect how many had been deceived, and that he ought not to trust his own senses," but sooner believe he was himself deceived, than that Nature should change her course, or a supernatural Being exist." In all this there was no logic, Horatio declared his conviction of the Truth of the Chritian Religion, and that he never did seriously disbelieve-that he now believed all the stories of apparitions which had been told him by C. H. and should in future be a very religious good man.

Mr. R. was then himself a moderate Deist. Fearing the thing would take too serious a turn he acquainted Horatio with the nature of the hoax; whose rage was now equal to his former terror. He had exposed himself to the laughter of all his Christian acquaintance, and the sneers of his unbelieving companions. He begged most pitifully that the particulars of his confession and womanish fears might not transpire, but "murder cannot be hid," the story got wind; and the writer of this article has hundreds of times heard the particulars from Mr. R. and his family, in the presence of the humbled Horatio.

This anecdote, simple as it may appear, is one among the numerous proofs we have, that many profess themselves Sceptics who are not sincere in their unbelief. Poor Horatio, it appears, was one of these.

There were at that time a kind of fellowship of Deists in Manchester, consisting of several respectable and intelligent individuals, with whom the editor of this work had many disputes, and that without ever creating animosity or destroying good will. One of them, a truly worthy and intelligent Cotton manufacturer, when on a short visit at Shrewsbury, several years afterwards, related the following anecdote :

He stated, that having been unsuccessful in business in Manchester, he determined to seek an asylum in the United States; he accordingly, with all his numerous

family, (a wife, seven daughters and a son) embarked at Liverpool, for New York. They arrived in safety, but found that city full of adventurers of a similar class with themselves; they wintered there without meeting with any employment whatever, and in the spring returned to Manchester. Here difficulties assailed them anew. Unable himself to meet with a situation suited to his abilities, few or no real friends, he was reduced to the last degree of necessity and distress. In this extremity, he had no resource to save his family from perishing but that of pledging one of his most valuable articles of dress; for which purpose he directed his steps to a pawnbroker's in the neighbourhood and begged for ten shillings upon the garment, the pawnbroker would only lend half the sum; unwilling to accept it, in the warmth of passion, which dis. appointment creates, he dashed the garment with violence on the shop counter, exclaiming "we will fast another day," at the same moment the delightful jink of money saluted his ears, he instantly recollected, when at Liverpool preparing for his voyage to New York, to prevent robbery, he sewed up two guineas in the lining of the article he was intending to pledge-yes, perhaps for ver to part with. This was probably one of the happiest moments of his life. The providence was too striking to be overlooked. His heart beat with sensations to which it had been long a stranger, he hastened home, acquainted his family with the gracious interposition on their behalf, when all fell upon their knees adoring the goodness of the Deity; expressing their firm belief in the superintending care of a beneficient Heaven. His gloomy Infidelity now vanished before the light of a glorious conviction, that, "not a sparrow falleth to the ground without the notice of the Father of the Universe."

At the period when this good man related this, and others equally striking providences, he was in prosperous circumstances, and in the full enjoyment of Christian peace and comfort.

The editor presumes to hope the reader will pardon this very long digression, and if he enjoys a smile at the hoax practised on one unbeliever, by a brother Sceptic, he will adore that Providence, who by a timely act of his unlimited goodness brought another Deist to his knees and to a belief of the truth.

Should any of the parties meet with this publication, let them be assured that no reflection is meant on themselves. All are at least twenty years older than when they usually saw one another. The fortunes of each have been various, and it may never be their fate to meet together again in this state of being. Were they now with the writer of these remarks, he could tell them he has tried the Religion they once so frequently ridiculed, and blamed him for professing; that it has supported hin in the most trying circumstances, and under the deepest afflictions; and that he would not part with his Faith, in the Scriptures, or his Hope of everlasting Life through the medium of a Redeemer, for an Hecatomb of Worlds.

D

SKENADON, THE ONEIDA CHIEF.

(From an American Paper.)

IED, at his residence near Oneida Castle, on Monday, the 11th of March, 1816, Skenadon, the celebrated Oneida Chief, aged 110 years; well known in the wars which occurred while we were British colonies, and in the contest which issued in our independence, as the undeviating friend of the people of the United States. He was very savage, and addicted to drunkenness in his youth, but by his own reflections, and the benevolent instructions of the late Rev. Mr. Kirkland, Missionary to his tribe, he lived a reformed man for more than sixty years, and died in Christian hope.

In the year 1755, Skenadon was present at a treaty made in Albany. At night he was excessively drunk ; and in the morning found himself in the street, stripped of all his ornaments and every article of cloathing. His pride revolted at his self-degradation, and he resolved that he would never again deliver himself over to the power of strong water.

Drunkard whoever thou art that reads this Anecdote resolve, and "do thou likewise.-ED.

Skenadon's person was tall and brawny, but well made; his countenance was intelligent, and beamed with all the indigenous dignity of an Indian Chief. In his youth he was a brave and intrepid warrior, and in his riper years one of the ablest councillors among the North American tribes. He possessed a strong and vigorous mind; and though terrible as the tornado in war, he was bland and mild as the zephyr in peace. With the cunning of the fox, the hungry perseverance of the wolf, and the agility of the mountain cat, he watched and repelled Canadian invasions. His vigilance once preserved from massacre the inhabitants of the infant settlement of German-flats. His influence brought his tribe to our assistance in the war of the Revolution. How many of the living and the dead have been saved from the tomahawk and scalping knife, by his friendly aid, is not known; but individuals and villages have expressed gratitude for his benevolent interpositions; and among the Indian tribes he was distinguished by the appellation of the White Man's Friend.

Although he could speak but little English, and in his extreme old age was blind, yet his company was sought. In conversation he was highly decorous, evincing that he had profited by seeing civilized and polished society, and by mingling with good company in his better days.

To a friend, who called on him a short time since, he thus expressed himself by an interpreter:

I am an aged hemlock-the winds of an hundred winters have whistled through my branches; I am dead at the top. The generation to which I belonged, have run away, and left me; why I live, the Great Good Spirit only knows. Pray to my Jesus, that I may have patience to wait for my appointed time to die.'

This brief ejaculation of a blind Indian, exemplifies that species of extemporaneous poetry peculiar to the early periods of nations; and therefore, as the effort of uncontrouled genius is considered as the first stage of song; its best specimens are the poetry of the inspired writers, that of Homer, and most strikingly of Ossian.-ED.

Honoured Chief! his prayer was answered! he was cheerful and resigned to the last. For several years he kept his dress for the grave prepared. Once, and again, and again, he came to Clinton to die, longing that his soul might be with Christ, and his body in the narrow house, near his beloved Christian teacher.

While the ambitious but vulgar great, look principally to sculptured monuments, and to niches in the temples of earthly fame, Skenadon, in the spirit of the only real nobility, stood with his loins girded, waiting the coming of his Lord.

His Lord has come and the day approaches when the green hillock that covers his dust, will be more respected than the pyramids, the mausolea, and the pantheons of the proud and imperious. His simple turf and stone' will be viewed with affection and veneration, when the taudry ornaments of human apotheosis shall awaken only pity and disgust.

Indulge, my native land, indulge the tear, That steals impassion'd o'er a nation's dooin; 'To me each twig from Adam's stock is dear, 'And sorrows fall upon an Indian's tomb.'

INSTANCES OF EXTRAORDINARY PERSONAL BEAUTY.

PRINCESS POCAHONTAS.

(The Editor.)

THAT America has produced many instances of rare personal attraction, cannot be doubted; though history affords but few examples of any of distinguished celebrity: that of the Princess Pocahontas will live while gratitude and feeling exists in the minds of Englishmen and Americans. The Editor regrets he has not at hand more detailed and circumstantial particulars of this lovely and heroic Indian, than the following:

On the 19th of December, 1616, Captains Newport, Gosnald, and Radcliffe, sailed from the Thames for North America, with a colony of English settlers. Captain Newport was driven by storms into the mouth of