144 AN INDIAN LEGEND. 



she determined to win him from his gentle unstress. But her 

 arts were all in vain, she could not shake the constancy of the 

 lover ; and baffled in her schemes she determined to be revenged. 

 She visited Mo-na-wing in secret, and showing various love- 

 gifts which she said were presented to her by Ma-ma-twa, she 

 besought Mo-na-wing to spurn the love which was so lightly 

 given and so falsely reclaimed. Mo-na-wing was very wretched, 

 for she was as truthful as the light of day ; and she suspected 

 not the guile of others. She was too proud to reproach Ma- 

 ma-twa with his inconstancy, and too timid to bear the thought 

 of losing him. So she withdrew to the flower-dell and wept in 

 secret over the trouble which was so new to her young heart. 



She was alone and very sorrowful, when suddenly she heard 

 the low music which preceded the Manitto's presence ; and, 

 looking up, she perceived him indeed before her. But he came 

 not now in all the pride of spirit life. Seated on the knoll in an 

 attitude of deep dejection, with his head bowed down upon his 

 breast, and his clasped hands hiding his averted face, he seemed 

 overwhelmed with grief. At length his voice, musical as the 

 chime of the harebell, was heard, and in tones of mournful 

 sweetness he sung : 



Maiden, thou art doomed to feel 

 Grief no human hand can heal, 

 For thy heart has given to earth 

 Thoughts which were of heavenly birth- 

 Maiden, let the shadow flee, 

 I will set thy spirit free ; 



