256 OVER THE EASTEKN COKDILLEEA. 



I shall paint its spirity But lie had another object in 

 visiting our southern continent, which, had he been per- 

 mitted to realize it, would have been of incalculable value 

 to science. As you enter the large Memorial Hall, sacred 

 to his memory, in Le Koy, New York, you observe, just 

 over the entrance, poi'traits of three noted Korth- American 

 Indian chiefs. They are paintings by Colonel Staunton. Im- 

 pressed with the conviction that the aboriginal inhabitants 

 of the New World were doomed to speedy extinction, or 

 that, at least, all their physical characteristics would soon 

 be obliterated, he pro2)osed to go into the wildest portions 

 of North, and also of South America, in order to obtain 

 the best representatives of the race. When the impor- 

 tance of these to the future ethnological student recurs to 

 our minds, stranger still seems the Providence that took 

 him from us in the midst of his unfinished plans. When 

 our expedition was organized, he joined it as its artist, 

 and had but just entered into the work, with all the en- 

 thusiasm of his nature, when the fever contracted upon 

 the coast took him from us. We laid him just beneath 

 the shadows of Pichincha, and to-day there is a lonely 

 grave, to which our hearts oft revert, amid the guarding 

 mountains of the Andes. It is a fitting resting-place for 

 the artist, with the snow-crowned mountains, symbols of 

 his own purity, standing as silent sentinels about his 

 grave. 



" 0, beauteous Earth ! his worship didst thou know, 



That thou shouldst take him to thy very heart, 

 And set thy taountains, with their sun-kissed snow. 



To guard his precious dust, of thine a part ? 

 Once to behold that vision of dehght, 



To breathe the air of thine eternal spring ; 

 And then his soul, exultant, took its flight, 



To dwell forever with its Lord and King. 

 Grieve not, Earth ! immortal was thy child. 



And, springing from his consecrated grave, 



