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t( Atala lay stretched upon a couch of sensitive 

 plants ; her feet, head, and shoulders, were un- 

 covered, and her hair was adorned with a flower 

 of a magnolia, it was the same flower which I 

 had placed upon the maiden's head." 



"Thus have I seen a rose with rising morn, 

 Unfold its glowing bloom, sweet to the smell, 

 And lovely to the eye, when a keen wind 

 Hath torn its blushing leaves, and laid it low, 

 Stripped of its sweets." MICHAEL BRUCE. 



'These lines may well apply to the gentle and 

 lovely being who was laid at rest in the depths 

 of the Indian forest ; and in allusion to the 

 burial places of whose countrymen, CHATEAU- 

 BRIAND thus writes : " I have seen memorable 

 monuments to Crassus and to Caesar, but I 

 prefer the airy tombs of the Indians, those mau- 

 soleums of flowers and verdure, refreshed by 

 the morning dew ; embalmed and waved by 

 the breeze on the same branch where the black- 

 bird builds his nest, and utters forth his plain- 

 tive melody." 



But let us leave the mighty forests and far 

 sweeping rivers of the West, and come to our 





