On the solid land, or the heaving sea, Dear warrior boy, like thee! On, the victory, the victory belongs to thee! God ever keeps the brightest crown for such as thou, Young and brave, and early and thrice blest, Thy country turns once more to kiss thy youthful brow, And whispers lovingly, "God bless thee, bless thee now, SPEECH OF RED JACKET. [Red Jacket-Sa-go-ye-wat-ha, his Indian name, meaning "He keeps them awake"-was one of the most powerful chiefs of the Six Nations, the head of the Senecas, New York. During the Revolution his activity and intelligence acquired for him the friendship of the British officers, who, as a compliment or for services rendered, gave him a richly embroidered scarlet jacket which he wore with great pride, and from it was given to him his English name. Red Jacket was a man of great eloquence, and truthfully stated of himself, "I am an orator! I was born an orator!" In the summer of 1805 a missionary was sent to the Six Nations by the Evangelical Missionary Society of Massachusetts to plant a station among the Senecas. A council of chiefs was convoked to hear his proposals, and after two hours' consultation Red Jacket made reply.] BRO ROTHER, listen to what we say. There was a time when our forefathers owned this great island. Their seats extended from the rising to the setting sun. The Great Spirit had made it for the use of the Indians. He had created the buffalo, the deer, and other animals for food. He had scattered them over the country and taught us how to take them. He had caused the earth to produce corn for bread. All this he had done for his red children, because he loved them. If we had some disputes about our hunting ground, they were generally settled without the shedding of much blood. But an evil day came upon us. Your fore fathers crossed the great water and landed on this island. They found friends and not enemies. They told us they had fled from their own country for fear of wicked men, and had come here to enjoy their religion. They asked for a small seat. We took pity on them and granted their request. They sat down among us. We gave them corn and meat. They gave us poison in return. They called us brothers. We believed them, and gave them a larger They wanted more land; they wanted our country. Our eyes were opened and our minds became uneasy. Indians were hired to fight against Indians, and many of our people were destroyed. seat. us. Brother, you have now become a great people, and we have scarcely a place left to spread our blankets. You have got our country, but are not satisfied; you want to force your religion upon You say that you are sent to instruct us how to worship the Great Spirit agreeably to his mind, and if we do not take hold of the religion which you white people teach, we shall be unhappy hereafter. How do we know this to be true? We only know what you tell us about it. How shall we know when to believe, being so often deceived by the white people? We understand that your religion is written in a book. If there is but one religion, why do you white people differ so much about it? Why not all agree, as you can all read the book? Brother, we do not understand these things. We are told that your religion was given to your forefathers, and has been handed down from father to son. We also have a religion, which was given to our forefathers and has been handed down to their children. It teaches us to be thankful for all the favors we receive, to love each other, and to be united. We never quarrel about religion. We are told that you have been preaching to the white people in this place. These people are our neighbors. We will wait a little while and see what effect your preaching has upon them. If we find it does them good, makes them honest, and less disposed to cheat Indians, we will consider again what you have said. THE BATTLE OF TIPPECANOE. [The battle of Tippecanoe was fought November 5th, 1811, on the banks of Tippecanoe River, Indiana, now the village of Battle Ground, between the Americans under General Harrison and the Indians under a brother of the famous Tecumseh.] A WAKE! awake! my gallant friends; To arms! to arms! the foe is nigh; And hark! the treacherous savage cry! The drum's deep roll, the fife's shrill sound, Oh, haste thee, Baen! alas! too late; An early but a glorious fate The tomahawk hath laid thee low. "Stand, comrades brave, stand to your post! Ply briskly bayonet, sword, and ball.” Oh, fearful is the battle's rage! And struggle for the victor's day. But mark where breaks upon the eye And Christian valor well display. Across the arch of heaven adorn Than these the blushing of the morn. Bold Boyd led on his steady band With bristling bayonets burnished bright; Sound, sound the charge! And swift the fugitives pursue; "Tis vain! rein in-your utmost speed Could not o'ertake the recreant crew. In lowland marsh or dell or cave Now the great Eagle of the West Triumphant wing was seen to wave; Sighed o'er his fallen comrade's grave. But let a foe again appear Or East, or West, or South, or North, TO A PORTRAIT OF RED JACKET. FITZ GREENE HALLECK. OOPER, whose name is with his country's woven, A wanderer now in other climes, has proven And throned her in the senate-hall of nations And beautiful as its green world of thought. If he were with me, King of Tuscarora! In all its medalled, fringed, and beaded glory, Its eye's dark beauty, and its thoughtful brow |