of more than common importance to relate, and began at once: I remember, many years ago, travelling by night through Nottingham Forest; telling me the old tale, which he ha related so many times before; while I could hardly keep my countenance."

"That story will, I think, keep me from telling the same tale twice over."

CHILDREN'S SABBATH HYMN.

How peaceful are those sacred hours,
When loving children meet;
To praise their God, and prostrate fall,
Before His mercy-seat.

The Saviour feeds his tender lambs,
His care their need supplies;
He listens to the infant's pray'r,
And marks its feeble cries.

Come, gentle Shepherd, loving Guide,
Lead to thy fold above;
O cleanse our guilty souls from sin,
By thy redeeming love.

Teach us, while passing here below,
To"walk by faith" divine;

Then shall we see those happy realms,
Where saints in glory shine.

J. W.

THE OJIBBEWAY INDIANS.

I WISH to tell you of a sight I have lately seen, and one not likely to be seen again in this country for many years. It was no more or less than nine Ojibbeway, or Chippeway, Indians from Canada, in North America. There they were, with their painted No. 77. MAY, 1844.

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faces. their shaggy robes, their clubs, and their tomahawks, as if they had just come out of their native woods. How you would have been surprised at the sight of them!

They had been to see the queen, at Windsor Castle, and had gone through many of their Indian dances before her; and she had behaved very kindly to them, giving them money and rich plaid cloth. But you will like to know their names.

The chief of them all is Ah-que-wezaints, or "the boy." He is seventy-five years old he is a stout, hearty old man, and stands at least six feet high.

The next is the war chief; his name is a long one, it is Pat-au-ah-quol-a-wee-be, or "the driving cloud." He is fifty-one

years of age.

You would not like to meet such a man on the prairie, with his tomahawk in his hand.

We-nish-ka-wee-bee, or “flying gull;" Gish-ee-gosh-e-ghee, or "the moonlight night;" and Sah-ma, or "tobacco," come next. Their dresses are different, though all of the same character; and such an odd, uncouth set of human beings you never saw in all your lives.

Not-een-a-akm, or "the strong wind," is the interpreter. As he is but half Indian, his skin is fairer than that of the others, and his dress is lighter and more like ours in England. He can speak English, French,

and other languages, beside that spoken by the Ojibbeways.

Wos-see-ab-e-neuh-qua, is a woman; she is the squaw or wife of the Indian " Moonlight-night; and Ne-bet-neuh-qua, another woman, is the squaw or wife of the Indian "Tobacco." Nib-nab-e-qua, is a girl of about nine or ten years old, the daughter of " Moonlight-night."

There were, perhaps, four or five hun→ dred people assembled to see them, and a stage was raised in the middle of the large room, on which the Ojibbeways were to perform their games and dances, that every person present might see them.

When they first came in, how surprised the people were. Had half a dozen shaggy bears broken loose from their keepers, and suddenly mounted the stage, they could scarcely have cut a more uncouth and savage appearance; for what with their uglypainted faces, their feathery head dresses, hanging leggings, collars of grizzly bears' claws, enormous mantles and war weapons, they were as rude, as wild, and as bear-like a group as any one could desire to see.

They went through many games of a strange kind; one was that of playing at ball with long sticks, having a sort of network at the end, just large enough to hold the ball. When the ball was thrown up, they caught it in the net at the end of their

sticks, and whirled it about in an astonishing manner, without letting the ball fall out; then in a moment they hurled the ball again in the air, and again caught it with their sticks. Besides these games, they went through the blindfold dance, and other dances; but the war dance was the principal dance of the night.

Before the Indians began the dance thev left the room, to strip themselves to their waists, and to paint themselves with various colours, but principally red.

When they again made their appearance, the old chief took up a rattle, a little like a child's coral and bells, only larger, and began to shake it, making a jingle. Another began to beat on a sort of drum. One of the chiefs planted two standards in the middle of the stage, and round these he began to dance with a kind of shuffle, or jump, to the sound of the rattle and drum. At first the music was low, but it became louder by degrees, and then it was quicker also. The warriors leaped up one by one, till all joined in the dance, the music getting louder and quicker. It was clear that the blood began to warm in the veins of the Indians as they went on, and at last they seemed fired into a phrensy. The music became violent, the warriors snatched up the standards, brandished their clubs, flourished their tomahawks and their knives, and seemed ready