ble sovereignty and passive obedience. And these two masters very effectually taught her that lesson. She was then prepared to reaffirm, in all its essentials, the judgment of the regicides-to fling from her forever both that incurable breed of despots, and the doctrines of despotism they had taught her. The revolution of 1688 was but that of 1648 repeated, mutatis mutandis, and bating the blood. And henceforth whoso would reign in England must hold by another tenure, and demean himself in another style from that of the Stuarts. The true honor of the regicides is that they discerned and dared to pronounce the real judgment of England; and their crime was that they pronounced it with such emphasis, and forty years before England knew her own meaning. They stood up before the world and proclaimed the true tenure of kingship, and sternly illustrated the amenability of the monarch to the law. Their act was stern. In any narrow view of the times it was impolitic. To the immediate interests of English freedom it was disastrous. But who is competent to say, that measured broadly by the great movement in which it had its place, and estimated by its whole influence on the subsequent history of England and the world, it was not eminently the deed for the times? But for that deed going down into all English minds, and working in them through the darker ages of suffering and dishonor that were to come, and compelling all men to handle in their thoughts this question of the kingly tenure, who shall say that a wholly different history of England had not been to be written from that day to this? They who did that deed, hid themselves in what ends of the earth they might, or paid the forfeit with their blood. But their deed would not hide, and could not be hanged and quartered. That remained for men to gaze at and think of. A tempest of honor and malediction rose against it, to the heart's content of King and court. The nation vociferously repudiated the deed. Nevertheless it was bread cast upon the waters to be found after many days. The seed dropped through the angry waves down into the soil beneath, and struck root and bore fruit in after times. And not only was that act an influential element in the subsequent reform of English royalty; it was a deed not done in a corner. It had a significance for all Europe. The sound of it went over the continent, everywhere causing the ears of despots to tingle, and stirring the hearts of oppressed millions with they knew not what of hope. It has been felt as a prescience in all the closets of despotism. The world over the kingly condition has not been what it was, before that beacon glared on them across the channel. The English regicide was one of those signal and striking events which catch the eyes of men and impress their hearts. It contained a doctrine and taught it effectually. It quickened every one of those new ideas already working in European society, which have since then availed at least to put an end forever to peaceful oppression. It had its place among the influences that have everywhere made men restless under tyranny, each generation more resentful of absolute domination, and more ardently panting for a liberty which yet it has lacked the capacity to realize. It helped to originate those revolutionary currents which have swept and are still sweeping kingdoms and kings, people and potentates, onward through the terrible vortices of revolution, never to be arrested till the nations shall be free. Alas! for the work that is made of it! Alas! for the scenes of frenzy and blood in which freedom is made to blush for its advocates, and the shadow is again and again turned back on the dial of history! But there is hope in it. Fallen Hungary shall yet arise, and her banished heroes will not have suffered in vain. In Italy the breaking night shall yet give place to day. And France, duped, infatuate, recreant France-she that sprang first to the race, and should have been now at the goal, she too shall return and walk once more with dear-bought wisdom, and with success, over the course she has once lost by phrenzy, and once by fraud. And it was but our right that some of those regicides should lay their bones with us. We too were preparing in due time to sit in judgment on kings, and thanks in no small measure to their deed, and in some measure to their presence amongst us, our judgment did not differ very greatly from theirs. The day of trial had not yet come, but here, beyond what the whole earth could give them elsewhere, they found a spirit that could sympathize with theirs. It was not safe caverns in our hills alone, and quiet groves in village greens, that they found among us. The spirit was already abroad that developed itself fully a century later. The declaration of Independence was working in men's hearts, and getting itself ready to be uttered. And well might those who like these men, had dared all things for liberty, who felt themselves competent to judge a king, find their last refuge here. And when, two centuries after, the ashes of one of those men are unearthed among us, we may well gaze on them reverently-for this man was one of the prophets of Freedom. Conoosa. A LEGEND OF THE MOHAWK. T. C. D. WHO hath not heard with wonder of that vale With seeming fondness hang Italian skies, VOL.XV. Long years ago-before the white man came- Had stayed his wandering feet, and knelt in prayer This valley, then, the 'redman' called his home;- "Tis of those times this simple legend speaks- But ere their simple story utterance find, Lo! where, among the rocks, the waters dash, Take here your stand, and with me view the scene. And forest monarchs line the fertile shores, And bound the vision with their leafy shade; 31 crowned with woods. And o'er whose waving boughs the eye can catch Bright wild flowers spring and cheer the dreary waste. But beauty robes the isle; Upon its borders arching elms entwine Their spreading branches,-up whose aged trunks With vine-clad trees, and thickly scattered flowers, Thus beautiful-it hath a charm of place Which adds to every beauty sweeter power: Upon the very verge it rests between The beautiful, and that which hath no grace Beyond the light upcurling watercrest, "Tween smiles and frowns-'tween light and dismal gloom: Above the waters sleep-below they surge Above, a thousand warbling throats resound Below, the hoarsely-roaring waterfall : And ranged round all, the time gray battlements Such was the place, But woman's hand displayed its gentler skill, While she was yet unused to the changing years, One only sister, younger and more fair To look upon, beside her, passed in play The dreamy hours of Summer: Winter came And passed-and Spring; and the third Summer came, The Great Spirit pitied the suffering child, And made the happy hunting-grounds her home. To roll in widening circles to the shore, So the death of one she loved, wild tumult waked But less and less the wavelets swell in bulk, Of childhood, move the placid stream of joy At first more harshly; then with fainter power; So passed away Conoosa's earnest grief, And all, once more, seemed bathed in sunny light. The noiseless march of years went slowly by, And frail one, clung to the man of mighty deeds, Then she, with varying solace, whiled away Where, (ended now the day,) he moored his bark; With eager tone, besought him to unfold The various dangers of the long-long day How he had met them-how o'ercome them all Then joyed in his success, and told her tale Of all the wo and gladness she had known In that long solitude, from morn till night. Thus time passed on, by gladsome meetings marked, Till on her knee there played an infant boy. Unheeded then, the hours flew swiftly by, And brought no thought of weariness. She cared |