water-wheel that gives the first movement, (and still more from the steam engine, should that be the moving power,) who will observe the parts of the machinery, and the various processes of the fabric, till he reaches the hydraulic press with which it is made into a bale, and the canal or railroad by which it is sent to market, may find every branch of trade, and every department of science, literally crossed, intertwined, interwoven, with every other, like the woof and the warp of the article manufactured. Not a little of the spinning machinery is constructed on principles drawn from the demonstrations of transcendental mathematics; and the processes of bleaching and dyeing now practised are the results of the most profound researches of modern chemistry. And, if this does not satisfy the inquirer, let him trace the cotton to the plantation where it grew, in Georgia or Alabama; the indigo to Bengal; the oil to the olive gardens of Italy, or the fishing grounds of the Pacific Ocean; let him consider the cotton gin, the carding machine, the power loom, and the spinning apparatus, and all the arts, trades, and sciences directly or indirectly connected with these, and I believe he will soon agree that one might start from a yard of coarse printed cotton, which costs ten cents, and prove out of it, as out of a text, that every art and science under heaven had been concerned in its fabric. E. EVERETT. ANALYZE; to resolve a body into its elements for the purpose of examining each separately. SAGACITY; quickness or acuteness of discernment or penetration, readiness of apprehension. VERSATILITY; the faculty of easily turning one's mind to new tasks or subjects. OBSERVATORY; a place or building for making observations on the heavenly bodies. TRANSCENDENTAL; in algebra, a quantity that cannot be represented by an algebraic expression of a finite number of terms. THE INCHCAPE ROCK. No stir in the air, no stir in the sea; Without either sign or sound of their shock, The abbot of Aberbrothok Had placed that bell on the Inchcape rock; On a buoy in the storm it floated and swung, And over the waves its warning rung. When the rocks were hid by the surge's swell, The sun in heaven was shining gay, All things were joyful on that day; The sea-birds screamed as they wheeled round, And there was joyance in their sound. The buoy of the Inchcape bell was seen His heart was mirthful to excess, His eye was on the Inchcape float; The boat is lowered, the boatmen row, Sir Ralph bent over from the boat, And he cut the bell from the Inchcape float. Down sunk the bell with a gurgling sound; The bubbles rose, and burst around: Quoth Sir Ralph, "The next who comes to the rock Won't bless the abbot of Aberbrothok." Sir Ralph the Rover sailed away; And now grown rich with plundered store, So thick a haze o'erspreads the sky, On the deck the Rover takes his stand; Quoth Sir Ralph, "It will be lighter soon, "Canst hear," said one," the breakers roar? For methinks we should be near the shore. Now where we are I cannot tell, But I wish we could hear the Inchcape bell." They hear no sound; the swell is strong; ; Sir Ralph the Rover tore his hair The ship is sinking beneath the tide. SOUTHEY. THE INDIANS. ARROWS; ow like long o. FORESTS; sound sts. JUDGMENT; ěnt, not unt. INFANTS; sound nts. WARM; sound r. WESTERN; er as in her; tern, not tun. THERE is, in the fate of these unfortunate beings, much to awaken our sympathy, and much to disturb the sobriety of our judgment; much which may be urged to excuse their own atrocities; much in their characters which betrays us into an involuntary admiration. What can be more melancholy than their history? By a law of their nature, they seem destined to a slow, but sure extinction. Every where, at the approach of the white man, they fade away. We hear the rustling of their footsteps, like that of the withered leaves of autumn, and they are gone forever. They pass mournfully by us, and they return no more. Two centuries ago, the smoke of their wigwams and the fires of their councils rose in every valley, from Hudson's Bay to the farthest Florida, from the ocean to the Mississippi and the lakes. The shouts of victory and the war-dance h 255, 297. o 115. rang through the mountains and the glades. The thick arrows and the deadly tomahawk whistled through the forests; and the hunter's trace and dark encampment startled the wild beasts in their lairs. The warriors stood forth in their glory. The young listened to the songs of other days. The mothers played with their infants, and gazed on the scene with warm hopes of the future. The aged sat down, but they wept not. They would soon be at rest in fairer regions, where the Great Spirit dwelt, in a home prepared for the brave, beyond the western skies. Braver men never lived; truer men never drew the bow. They had courage, and fortitude, and sagacity, and perseverance, beyond most of the human race. They shrank from no dangers, and they feared no hardships. If they had the vices of savage life, they had the virtues also. They were true to their country, their friends, and their homes. If they forgave not injury, neither did they forget kindness. If their vengeance was terrible, their fidelity and generosity were unconquerable also. Their love, like their hate, stopped not on this side of the grave. But where are they? Where are the villagers, and warriors, and youth; the sachems and the tribes; the hunters and their families? They have perished. They are consumed. The wasting pestilence has not alone done the mighty work. No,- nor famine, nor war. There has been a mightier power, a moral canker, which has eaten into their heart-cores; a plague, which the touch of the white man communicated; a poison, which betrayed them into a lingering ruin. The winds of the Atlantic fan not a single region which they may now call their own. Already. the last feeble remnants of the race are preparing for their journey beyond the Mississippi. I see them leave their miserable homes, the aged, the helpless, the women, and the warriors, "few and |