Miss F. M. Caul kins. 
fTIHE Rose I sing sprung from no earthly mould, 
^ Nor drank the sunbeams or the falling dew, 
It bore no thorns, and in its bosom’s fold 
No lurking worm or eating canker grew. 
* They who have seen Weir’s picture of the Embarkation of the 
Pilgrims, recently suspended in the Capitol at Washington, will le 
member the beautiful countenance of Rose, the wife of Capt,. Miles 
Standish. They belonged to that intrepid band of Puritans who left 
England for conscience’ sake; and after residing awhile in Holland, 
came to America in the Mayflower, commenced the first settlement of 
New England, 
“And left unstained what there they found, 
Freedom to worship God." 
This little colony landed at Plymouth, in Massachusetts, December 
22d, 1620. Among the first victims to the hardships they expci ienced 
from cold, famine, and want of shelter on an inhospitable coast, was the 
beautiful Rose Standish. She died in January Her husband is well 
known a? the military champion of the infant colony. 
