saw that sight, the fountain of his tears was stanched, and he never wept more. He died insane; and, in his last moments, often called on the name of his father, in terms that wrung tears from the hardest hearts. Mourn, hapless Caledonia, mourn The wretched owner sees, afar, What boots it then, in ev'ry clime, LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIRST. Massacre of Miss M'Crea. It seems that this unfortunate young lady was betrothed to a Mr. Jones, an American refugee, who was with Burgoyne's army: and, being anxious to obtain possession of his expected bride, he despatched a party of Indians to escort her to the British army. Where were his affection and gallantry, that he did not go himself, or, at least, that he did not accompany his savage emissaries! Sorely against the wishes and remonstrances of her friends, she committed herself to the care of fiends;strange infatuation in her lover, to solicit such a confidence!-stranger presumption in her, to yield to his wishes! what treatment had she not a right to expect! The party set forward, and she on horseback; they had proceeded not more than half a mile from Fort Edward, when they arrived at a spring, and halted to drink. The impatient lover had, in the meantime, despatched a second party of Indians, on the same errand; they came, at the unfortunate moment, to the same spring, and a collision immediately ensued, as to the promised reward. Both parties were now attacked by the whites; and, at the end of the conflict, the unhappy young woman was found tomahawked, scalped, and (as is said) tied fast to a pine-tree just by the spring. Tradition reports, that the Indians divided the scalp, and that each party carried half of it to the agonized lover. This beautiful spring still flows, limpid and cool, from a bank near the road side. The tree, which is a large and ancient pine, "fit for the mast of some tall admiral," is wounded, in many places, by the balls of the whites, fired at the Indians; they have been dug out as far as they could be reached, but others still remain in this ancient tree, which seems a striking emblem of wounded innocence, and the trunk, twisted off at a considerable elevation by some violent wind, that has left only a few mutilated branches, is a happy, although painful memorial of the fate of Jenne M'Crea. Her name is inscribed on the tree, with the date 1777; and no traveller passes this spot, without spending a plaintive moment in contemplating the untimely fate of youth and loveliness. Persons are still living who were acquainted with Miss M'Crea, and with her family. The murder of this interesting young lady, occurring as it did, at the moment when General Burgoyne, whose army was then at Fort Anne, was bringing with him to the invasion of the American states, hordes of savages, whose known and established mode of warfare was that of promiscuous massacre, electrified the whole continent, and, indeed, the civilized world, producing a universal burst of horror and indignation. General Gates did not fail to profit by the circumstance; and, in a severe, but too personal remonstrance, which he addressed to General Burgoyne, charged him with the guilt of the murder, and with that of many other similar atrocities. His real guilt, or that of his government, was, in employing the savages at all in the war; in other respects, he appears to have had no concern with the transaction. In his reply to General Gates, he thus vindicates himself: "In regard to Miss M'Crea, her fall wanted not the tragic display you have labored to give it, to make it as sincerely lamented and abhorred by me, as it can be by the tenderest of her friends. The fact was no premeditated barbarity. "On the contrary, two chiefs who had brought her off for the purpose of security, not of violence to her person, disputed which should be her guard; and, in a fit of savage passion in one from whose hands she was snatched, the unhappy woman became the victim. Upon the first intelligence of this event, I obliged the Indians to deliver the murderer into my hands; and though, to have punished him by our laws on principles of justice, would have been, perhaps, unprecedented, he certainly should have suffered an ignominious death, had I not been convinced, by my circumstances and observation, beyond the possibility of a doubt, that a pardon, under the terms which I presented, and they accepted, would be more efficacious. than an execution, to prevent similar mischiefs." LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-SECOND. Virtue and Happiness. One night, when balmy slumbers shed A thousand scenes unknown before. And crowds poured in from every side; As Parnell says, my bosom wrought The dress of each was much the same; 66 Take Pleasure, Wealth, and Pomp away, "Tis here-and may be yours-for know, To vice I leave tumultuous joys; That whispers peace when storms invade, 66 Come, then, be mine in ev'ry part, "And when the closing scenes prevail, To rapture, and eternal day. wwwww~~ LESSON ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY-THIRD. An upright Prisoner. Among the prisoners taken by the Americans at the battle of Hoosac, commonly called the battle of Bennington, was an inhabitant of Hancock, in the county of Berkshire, a plain farmer, named Richard |