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she expressed the utmost astonishment, which gave way to scorn.

Illa solo fixos oculos aversa tenebat.

But in a private interview, the tender girl hung over Smith with tears, and reproached him in accents that breathed kindness, rather than resent

ment.

The smoke of London being offensive to Pocahontas, (and to what person is it not offensive who has been accustomed to the pure air of the woods,) Rolfe removed her to Brentford, where she breathed a less noxious atmosphere. Here she was often visited by ladies of distinguished rank, from the metropolis; and carriages, bearing coronets, were often drawn up before her door. Good breeding is the offspring of good sense; it is a mode, not a substance; and Pocahontas, whose penetration was intuition, soon learned to receive her visitants with appropriate variations of defe

rence.

But the hour was hasting when Pocahontas was to descend to that place where the weary are at rest, and the wicked cease from troubling; that bosom which had so often undergone perturbation for the sufferings of another, was soon to be stilled; that eye, which had so often overflowed with humanity, was soon to be closed; that hand which had been raised in supplication to avert the death of the prisoner, was soon to moulder in the grave.

Rolfe's right to his father's lands were disputed

another claimant, and not being of a temper to bear with the law's delay, he formed the resolution to embark again with Pocahontas for the shores of the new world. In Virginia he was entitled by the right of his bride, to lands of immeasurable extent; and he was of opinion that, the return of Pocahontas, by rendering services to the Colonists, would give permanence to the Settlement, and increase the value of his possessions. The estates which had descended to Pocahontas spread over a vast tract of country; they extended to the South nearly as high as the falls of the great rivers, over the Potomac, even to Patuxent, in Maryland.

But the inscrutable wisdom of Providence had decreed, that Pocahontas was never more to return to her native soil. Rolfe had gone with her to Gravesend, for the purpose of embarking in a convenient ship; but fate interposed between the design and execution, and at Gravesend Pocahontas died.

To express the grief which afflicted Rolfe at the death of his wife, who had now for three years been alike the sharer of his sorrow and his joy; who at the age of nineteen, when her mind was every day acquiring an accession of piety, and her person growing more lovely to the sight, was snatched from him prematurely, and borne to the grave; to express his grief were an hopeless attempt, and can be conceived only

by him who has been both a husband and lover.*

Pocahontas left one son, from whom are descended, by the female line, two of the most respectable families now in Virginia; the Randolphs and Bowlings.

Thus have I delivered to the world the story of Pocahontas; nor can I refrain from indulging the idea, that it was reserved for my pen, to tell with discriminating circumstances, the tale of this Indian girl. No Traveller before me has erected a monument to her memory, by the display of her virtues; for I would not dignify by that name the broken fragment which is to be found in the meagre page of Chastellux.

*Godwin in his Memoirs of Mary, takes care to inform us, that during the whole illness of that enlightened woman, which brought her to dust, not one word of a religious cast fell from her lips. It was a female who shewed me the passage, and her comment on it was, Perhaps Mary might "have appropriated to herself the exclamation of the King in "" Hamlet,"

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Pray I cannot,

Though inclination be as sharp as will;
My stronger guilt defeats my strong intent.

As the biographer of Pocahontas, I could contrast her dying moments with those of Mary. This amiable Indian beheld her approaching dissolution with that peace of mind arising from a confidence in the mercy of God, through Him whom he sent to redeem the world; and the last words that faultered on her lips were praises of the Almighty.

In the progress of my story, I have adhered inviolably to facts; rejecting every circumstance that had not evidence to support it. When I was in Virginia, I spared no pains to collect those materials, which I have now digested into a regular and connected series; and, not content with tradition, I obtained recourse to records and original papers. In this part of my volume, I doubt not of enchaining the attention of the reader; the dangers to which Smith is exposed awaken a lively curiosity; the humanity of Pocahontas exacts emotions of tenderness; and the heart is interested in her history from the moment she suspends by her interposition the axe of the executioner, till she draws her last breath on the shore of a foreign country.

In eloquence the Indians of America have eminently distinguished themselves. The speech of Logan, a Mingo Chief, exhibits the force and sententious brevity of a Demosthenes. I cannot repress the impulse I feel to insert this oration; but it will first be proper to state the incidents that produced it.

A white man having been murdered on the frontiers of Virginia, by two Indians of the Shawanese tribe, the Colonists undertook to avenge the outrage in a summary manner. A Colonel Cresap collected a party and proceeded down the Ranhaway. A canoe of women and children, with only one man, was perceived at a distance. Cresap concealed his boat in a recess of the river, and

crept with his men along the trees that covered its banks. The unsuspecting Indians passed on, when Cresap and his people, singling out their victims, killed the whole party.

It was the family of Logan, who had long been a friend of the whites. Such unprovoked cruelty raised his vengeance; and, taking an active part in the war that followed, he slew many of the Colonists, and adorned his wigwam with their scalps.

At length a decisive battle was fought between the Indians and Colonists; the Indians were defeated and sued for peace. The pride of Logan would not suffer him to be seen among the sup'pliants; but lest the sincerity of a treaty should be distrusted from which so illustrious a Chief withheld himself, he sent by a messenger a speech to be delivered to the white people.

"I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he "entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave " him not meat; if he ever came cold and naked, "and he clothed him not? During the last

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