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faring 4. WIN sad seisbestai . Gall, who bad
awe csawssaglato the of his head. The
rest silt by the English • • ney Smith ; M.
Hurtado. a CofornbiesVar ;- rs. Tangent,
Cherubinitbs learache) Chevalier Abrahamson. Aid.
to the King of Denmark ; Mr. .14111,1% the
•ItYc.‘ Moister of the United States ; Fraud, in
Italian Phltaltilen and learned Physioligiss; Roberton
and MaGotram, English Physicians; Load. Neroulos,
formerly Prime Minister of the Greek Hospodars of
Moldavia and Wallachia; Chevalier Giove, of Dalma-
tia ; Counts Benevelli and itikmni, of Twin and Milan;
and M. Rossellini, a young Tuscan antiquary. At the
same table there were, in addition, five Americans from
the North and South, twelve English, two Russians, three
Poles, a number of Germans. one Prussian, several
Swiss and Belgians, 'be English Colonel Basset, a young
English artist; M. Balk ; Mr. Abbott, the first actor of
the English Theatre, with M. Laurent, its director; and
the French physicians, Bally, Damiron, Gese, Deleab,
Doin. Duvivier, he. Ste, Loogerville, Resonant, Fermin
Didot, hc. Sec. The guests, to e number of one
hundred and thirty, represented more than eighteen
paticns in every department of human knowledge. The
President of the Banquet. M. Julies, of Paris. the Edi-
tor of the Hew Encyclopedipte.► requested the Usages
Chief to state. whether be, as- well as his compatriots,
were satisfied with the reception they had received? The
Chief rose and pronounced an extemporaneous dis-
course, which was immediately translated by his inter-
preter, as follows : .6 My brethren, I trust that you will
not be offended bt that name, for it is the same blood
that Rows under your white skins, aad under our red
skins—it is the same heart that beats. The Master of
Life has made us all brethren. We have quitted our
country in order to visit you here. We have passed
the Great Lake, and behold us arrived in safety. We
have been well received ; we every where find friends
and we are content. We think you all." This brief ha-
rangue, accompanied by picturesque expressive gesture,
was received with lively applause. After this the young
French Lady sung two ballads, and the Usages sung
some national airs, the uncommon and strongly access-
tasted notes of which were marked with great interest
by MM. Cherubini, Choral, and Alexandre Boucher.
The meeting terminated with a war song, a kind of mu-
sical howl, full of energy and fury. The guests and
the numerous select spectators who had been admitted
to the assembly did not separate till ten in the evening,
all of them extremely pleased with what they had, seen
and heard. A few of fs A History of the Osage Tribe,"
which communicates some curious notices with respect to
that tribe, were distributed at the meeting. The Indians
were afterwards invited to sing a song of their native
country, which they did with an extremely good grace,
beating time with their tomahawks doting the three
couplets of the song, of which the following is very
nearly the sense, according to the translation of the in-

terpreter :
When unit by the tales that my fathers oft told,
I left the great banks of my own native stream ;
While around the frail vessel the bitter waves roU'd,
And the winds whistled load; in my fancy's warm dream,
I saw the gay vales of the far foreign land,
And the wood and prairies where my red brothers dwell,
Unite each with each in love's fondest band—
And I sung to my country the song of farewell.
My friends clung around me, and through their tears,
Of dangers that lurk fa the wanspoke derer's road,
Of the brood betioes'd see —hot I weird at the fears,
For my heart lamed le vide de white man's abode.
In the east a new heaven heent'dMeld to my eyes,
And the far isles sisrlEd sweet e'er the dark ocean's swill,
I breaded a still pray'r to the Lind of the *les,
And sung to my country the sole ef farewell.
I am far from the fields where my childhood was rued ;
I have passed the Greet'lake ; I have seen tbe white men ;
Yet I sigh whose from scenes which peer love bee endeared,
I think of the path that leads homeward again.
We bless you, kind oftrhe of Gimes dearest land,
We bless this fair earth where all the bees dwell,
Alas, 'tie with tears as we pass frogs your strand,
We shall sing the sad song of eternal farewell.