The Irish republic. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1867-18??, 1867-12-21

in love with young officer of the post went and i'm;
pored her father her knees to dest He refused and
then up to her feet she sprang, and
s ssnd % Sn hen pod Py dsonzsd and full
ofinspiration gathered from distress,
wien all the heart strings, like wild horses pull
efaFf sn dull
And bow d her throbbing trembling
The young braves memorable, and compelled Paga-
aska lead them battle in spite of his better Judgment
and friendly wishes She also was obliged go with them
But before many months had passed Monaka pinned away
and died of broken heart witnessing the savage buchery
and horrible muaton practced her friends the whites.
Her last request her father that she might be taken
and buried in the cemetery at Fort Laramie With heavy
heart he commenced the sad journey with his whole tribe
the fort distance of two hundred miles, to perform his
daughters wishes On arriving there he presented himself
before Colonel Maynarder and made most pathetic speech
to which the colonel responded in soothing words worthy Of
Christian gentleman The carpenters set to work to
scaold and make the con which box six feet
in length three feet in width and three feet in depth The
next day precisely at the hour appointed the mouners
consisting of Spotted Tail and three hundred warriors
perby mounted armed with tall spears bows and sounding
arrowsheas rafting their backs their heads adorned
with noddng plumes and their broad breasts gering with
FURNISHED silver and cleaning ofsea shell
sparkling glass BEADS marched towards the cemetery
bearing the body of the Princess Mopaa the pearl of the
Valley to her last resting place. In the procession
also Colonel Maynader and the garrison dressed in full
uniform On their arrival at the cemetery the body which
folded in richly dressed buffalo robe laid in the
coffin. Then the warriors up and laid their gifts of
dressed mocassins Indian bonnets, etc. Following them
the officers of the fort with whom the beautiful Mon
rings and necklaces then Colonel Maynader presenting
elegantly worked pair gauntets said 81 give these gloves
to the Princess Monaka, to keep her hands she
journeys to the happy hunting grounds" The box, which
full nailed up and scarlet blanket nailed
it, They had the last of all that mortal of the
Pearl of the Valley" The Rev. Dr. Wright the chaplain
then read the burial service which interpreted to the
warriors in their language. When they heard the
beautiful words of job the obdurate hearts of the Indians
melted and for the first time they wept Tears weled from
the eyes and coursed down the cheeks of both white and red
men. DR. Wright says he more impressive
than the enacted the hill slopes of Laramie
that day. At the conclusion of the services, the box
lifted scaod ten feet high The heads of two avorite
ponies that had been slain when she died then nailed
by the to the two posts at her head and their tails
nailed at the feet that Monaka night ride to the happy
hunting grounds. barrel was then filled with water and
set beneath the heads that they might become thirsty
the journey So closed the burial of Monaka Spotted Tail
will forever remain at with the whites he has left
the best pledge of it within the cemetery of Laramie
think true love is never blind,
But rather brings added light
An inner vision quick to find
The beauties hid from common sight
No soul can clearly
Anohers highest nobest part;
Save through the sweet philosophy
And loving wisdom of the heart.
Your unanointed eyes shall fall
On him who fills my soul with light;
You do not my friend at all,
You what hides him from your sight
see the feet that fain would climb
You, but the steps that turn astray;
see the soul unframed, sublime;
You, but the garment, and the clay.
You mortal, weak misled,
Dwarfed ever by the earthly clod:
/ see how manhood, perfected
May reach the stature of a god
Blinded stood, as now you stand
I'LL on mine eyes, with touches sweet
Love, the deliverer, laid his hand
And lo worship at his feet !-PHEBE CARY
a SCIENTIFIC ACCOUNT OF METEoRs-Some Yale
professor sends to the New York Tribune the following
account OF the recent shower of "Thursday the
4In Oh inns month"; was the anniversary of the November