As the deer came down the pathway.
Then, upon one knee uprising,
Hiawatha aimed an arrow;

Scarce a twig moved with his motion,
Scarce a leaf was stirred or rustled,
But the wary roebuck started,
Stamped with all his hoofs together,
Listened with one foot uplifted,
Leaped as if to meet the arrow ;
Ah, the stinging, fatal arrow,

Like a wasp it buzzed and stung him.
Dead he lay there in the forest,

By the ford across the river;
Beat his timid heart no longer ;
But the heart of Hiawatha

Throbbed, and shouted, and exulted,

As he bore the red deer homeward.

VII.-AN ARAB AND HIS HORSE.

TRANSLATED FROM THE FRENCH.

A CARAVAN proceeding to Damascus was once attacked by a tribe of Arabs, and after a brief resistance, entirely overpowered. A rich booty fell into the hands of the robbers. But while they were occupied in the examination and distribution of their spoils, they in their turn were assailed by a troop of Turkish horsemen, who had gone out from Acre to meet and escort the luckless caravan. The scale of fortune was at once turned. The robbers were overpowered; many of them were killed, and the rest were taken prisoners. These last were securely bound with cords, and carried to Acre to be given as presents to the pacha.*

Among the Arabs who had escaped death was a man named Hassan. He had been wounded during the fight by a

*Pronounced pa-shaw'.

bullet in the arm; but as his wound was not mortal, the Turks placed him upon the back of a camel, and carried him away with the others. Hassan was the possessor of a very fine horse, which also fell into the hands of the conquerors.

The evening before they expected to reach Acre, the Turks and their prisoners were encamped in a hilly country. Hassan lay by the side of one of the tents, his feet bound together by a leathern thong. Kept awake by the pain of his wound, he heard the neighing of his horse, which, as is the custom in the East, passed the night in the open air, near the tents, with his legs fastened together, so that he could not move. He recognized the voice of his faithful companion, and unable to resist the desire to see and caress him once more, he slowly and painfully crawled along upon his hands and knees, till he reached the spot where the horse stood.

"My poor friend," said he, "what will become of you in the hands of the Turks? They will shut you up in close and unwholesome stables with the horses of a pacha. My wife and children will no longer bring you camels' milk to drink, or You will give you barley to eat in the hollow of their hands.

no longer skim over the desert with the fleetness of the wind. You will no longer bathe in the refreshing waters of the Jordan, the foam of which is not whiter than thy silken skin. Go back to the tent of thy master. Tell my wife that she will never see her husband more; and lick the hands of my children with your tongue in token of a father's love."

While thus speaking, Hassan had gnawed away with his teeth the thong of goat skin with which the legs of his horse were fastened together, and the noble animal stood free. But the faithful and intelligent creature, seeing his master wounded and motionless at his feet, seemed instinctively to comprehend what no language could have communicated to him. stooped his head, and grasping with his teeth the leathern girdle which encircled his master's waist, ran off with him in his mouth at full gallop. He thus bore him over many a weary league of mountain and plain, until his desert home was

He

reached. Then, gently depositing his beloved master by the side of his wondering wife and children, he fell himself, and died from exhaustion.

All the tribe to which Hassan belonged wept over the body of the faithful steed; and more than one Arab poet has commemorated in song his sagacity and his self-sacrificing devotion.

VIII.-GREEN RIVER.

BRYANT.

[William Cullen Bryant is an American poet, remarkable for the beauty of his de scriptions, the accuracy of his language, and his dignity of sentiment. He is now (1856) a resident of the city of New York.]

green,

WHEN breezes are soft and skies are fair,
I steal an hour from study and care,
And hie me away to the woodland scene,
Where wanders the stream with waters of
As if the bright fringe of herbs on its brink
Had given their stain to the wave they drink;
And they, whose meadows it murmurs through,
Have named the stream from its own fair hue.

Yet pure its waters its shallows are bright
With colored pebbles and sparkles of light,
And clear the depths where its eddies play,
And dimples deepen and whirl away,

And the plane tree's speckled arms o'ershoot

The swifter current that mines its root,

Through whose shifting leaves, as you walk the hill,
The quivering glimmer of sun and rill

With a sudden flash on the eye is thrown,

Like the ray that streams from the diamond stone.
O, loveliest there the spring days come,

With blossoms, and birds, and wild bees' hum;
The flowers of summer are fairest there,
And freshest the breath of the summer air

;

And sweetest the golden autumn day
In silence and sunshine glides away.

Yet fair as thou art, thou shunnest to glide,
Beautiful stream, by the village side,
But windest away from haunts of men,
To quiet valley and shaded glen ;

And forest, and meadow, and slope of hill,
Around thee, are lonely, lovely, and still.
Lonely-save when, by thy rippling tides,
From thicket to thicket the angler glides;
Or the simpler* comes, with basket and book,
For herbs of power on thy banks to look;
Or, haply, some idle dreamer, like me,
To wander, and muse, and gaze on thee.
Still save the chirp of birds that feed
On the river cherry and seedy reed,
And thy own wild music gushing out
With mellow murmur or fairy shout,
From dawn to the blush of another day,
Like traveller singing along his way.

That fairy music I never hear,

Nor gaze on those waters so green and clear,
And mark them winding away from sight,
Darkened with shade or flashing with light,
While o'er them the vine to its thicket clings,
And the zephyr stoops to freshen his wings,
But I wish that fate had left me free
To wander these quiet haunts with thee,
Till the eating cares of earth should depart,
And the peace of the scene pass into

my heart;
And I envy thy stream, as it glides along

Through its beautiful banks in a trance of song.

* Simpler, one who gathers herbs and plants which have healing properties in sickness.

IX. -RULES FOR SUCCESS IN BUSINESS.

FAMILY MAGAZINE.

Select the kind of business that suits your natural inclination and temperament. Some men are naturally mechanics; others have a strong aversion to any thing like machinery, because they cannot comprehend it. Some men have a speculative turn; others are purely practical. Some prefer an active, others a sedentary, employment. All should select, if possible, those occupations that suit them best.

Let your pledged word ever be sacred. Never promise to do a thing without performing it with the most rigid exactness. Nothing is more valuable to a man than the reputation of being always faithful to his engagements. A strict adherence

to this rule creates for a man of business a host of faithful friends who are ever ready to stand by him in trying times, and help him through difficulties in which the loose and careless find neither sympathy nor aid.

Whatever you do, do with all your might. Work at it, if necessary, early and late, in season and out of season, not leaving a stone unturned, and never deferring for a single hour that which can just as well be done now. The old proverb is full of truth and meaning: "Whatever is worth doing at all is worth doing well." Many a man acquires a fortune by doing his business thoroughly, while his neighbor remains poor for life because he only half does his business. Ambition, energy, industry, and perseverance are indispensable requisites for success in business.

Sobriety. Use no intoxicating liquors of any kind. As no man can succeed in business unless he has a brain to enable him to lay his plans, and reason to guide him in their execution, so, no matter how bountifully a man may be blessed with intelligence, if his brain be heated, and his judgment warped, by intoxicating drinks, it is impossible for him to carry on business successfully. How many opportunities have passed away