The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1827-08-23

THO Use WlUlStcTS Ahu WI ohiPRSAS Va "~sNA~S
we're on the wing, filling the air with melody
while like diligent little housewives they
forest and field for materials tor
their ousekeeping.
A mother, encircled by healthful sporting
is always beautiful spectacle-a
spectacle that appeals to nature in every hu-
man breast. Mrs. Fletcher, in obedience to
matrimonial duty, or, it may be, from some
lingering female vanity, had on this occasion
attired herself with extraordinary care
What woman does not wish to look hand
some.-in the eyes of her husband.
"Mother," said Everell, putting aside the
exquisitely fine lace that shaded her cheeks
II do not believe you looked more beautiful
than you do to-day, when, as have hearo:
they called you the rose OF the wilderness
Our little Mary's cheek is as round and as
bright as peach, but it is not so handsome
as yours, mother. Your heart has sent TINS
color here" he continued, kissing her ten.
derly--"it seems to have come forth to tell
US that our father is near"
aIt would shame me, Everell, replied his
mother, embracing him with feeling thae
the proudest lrawing-room belle might have
envied, to take such hattery from any liPs.
but thine"
"Oh do not call it flattery, mother-look,
Marawisca-for heavens sake cheer up
look, would you know mether's eye! Just
turn it. mother. one minute from that road
and herpale cheek too-with this rich ssl-
or on it,"
ALAS alas" replied Magawsca, glancine
her ewes at Mrs. Fletcher, and then as II
heart struck Withdrawing them, show soon
does the flush of the setting sun fade from
the evening cloud"
"Oh Magawisca," said Everell impati-
is too sweet for bird of ill-omen. l shall
begin to think as Jennet sa, Though Jen.
net is no text t-book for mel shall begin
10 think old Nelema has really bewltched
you" =,
"You call me bird of ill-omen," replied
Mapawisca, half proud, half sorrowful, sand
you call the owl bird OF ill-omen, but we
| hold him sacred-he is our sentinel, and
when danger is nigh, he cries, awake a.
wake!"
.Magawisca, you are positively unkind---
Jere emah's lamentations on holiday would
not be more out of time than your croakinE
is now-the very skies, earth, air, seems to
partake our Joy at fathers return, and you
only make discord. Do you think if your
father was near would not share your joy!''
Tears fell fast from Magawisca's eyes,
but she made no reply, and MRS. Fletcher
observing and comPasslonating her EMOTION
and thinking it probably arose from COM
pairing her orphan state to that of the mer-
~ children about her, called her and said,
"Magawisca, you are neither stranger
nor a servant, will you not share our joyt
Do you not love usf''
love you,'' she exclaimed, clasping her
hands, .,love you. ! would give my life tor
you"
awe do not ask your life, my good girl"
repied Mrs. Fletcher, kindly smiling on
her "but a light heart and cheerful look,
A sad countenance doth not become this joy
full hour. Go and help Oneco-he is quite
out of breath blowing those soap bubbles tor
the children"
Oneca smiled, and shook his head, and
continued to send off one after another OF the
prismatic globes, and AS they rose and hoat-
ed OH the air and frightened with the many
colored ray, the little girls clapped their
hands, and the little baby stretched his 70
grasp the brilliant vapor.
"Oht" said Magawisca, impetuously, CO.
vering her eyes, Il do not like to see any
thing so beautiful, pass SO quickly away"
Scarcely had she uttered these words,
when suddenly, as if the earth had opened
on them, three Indian warriors darted from
the forest, and pealed on the air their horri-
BILE wells.
My father! my tasher!" burst from the
lips of Magawisca and Oneco.
! Faith Leslie sprang towards the Indian
boy, and clung fast to him-and the children
!. clustered about their mother-she instinct
, lively caught her infant and held it close
within her arms, as if their Intellectual shell
. ter were rampant.
Maqawisca uttered a cry of agony, and
sprneihg forward with her arms upllfteds
, as ii deprecating his approach. she sunk
I down az her fathers feet, and caspins her
: Hands, "saye them-saye them," she crieds
3 "the mother-the childTen-oh they are all
good--take vengeance on your eneniles-out
: spare--spare our friends--our benefactors--
: bleed when they are struck-oh command
i them 10 standi" she screamed, looking TO
. the companions of her father, who uncheck-
ed by her cries, were pressing on to their
f Mononotto was silent and motionless, his
Il eve glanced wildly from Magawsca to One
: CO. Magawisca replied to the glance Of tire
4 ives. they have sheltered us-save them
save them-oh it will be too late,' she
! cried, springing IRON her father, whose ST.
= lrnce and fixedness showed that it his better
i nature rebelled against the work OF reveng'
r there was no reenting OF purpose. Maga
9 wisca darted before the Indian who was ad
j. vancing towards Mrs. Fletcher with an up
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