Gray Time flies swiftly by, and steals the breath
Of vocal men. Himself unseen the while,
He shrouds the visible in the dust of death,
And brings to light the lowly and the vile.
Oh! thou of life the undetermined end,
Thy steps do daily unto darkness tend.
Hermeneutes.
TO CORRESPONDENTS.
“The Character of the Indian,” though inadmissible, is not without merit. In manner it is nearly faultless; in matter, too commonplace to be either instructive or entertaining.