“Your wish shall be indulged, my dear boy,” said Mrs. Gray. “When the spring opens, I will take you all to pass a few weeks in the country, and we will go to Quinsniket. You will find many traces of the Indians still existing, in the names of different localities, and in the recollections of the ancient inhabitants. The field where they planted their corn, still called Indian oldfield, is to be seen a short distance from Quinsniket; and the rock itself, so intimately connected with the history of a fallen but once mighty race, still remains, as it were, a monument to designate their grave. The spot where poor Namoina was buried, is now within the limits of a little town. Her hut was afterward rebuilt by a few wandering remnants of her tribe, and some of the present inhabitants remember it. The hearth-stone is still to be seen; and over it waves a honey-locust tree, which a distinguished gentleman, since dead, planted to mark the spot where stood THE LAST WIGWAM.”
THE GENOESE EMIGRANT.
BY MISS E. M. ALLISON.
“It was the fatal pre-eminence of Genoa to wind up the last act of Italy’s direful tragedy.”
LADY MORGAN.
The tremulous moon’s light silvery gleam,
Plays over Genoa’s halls and bowers,
Gilds with a bright translucid beam
Her splendid domes and lofty towers.
Sardinia’s banners waving high