Awkward were our presen tmeeting, May our sweetheart's gentle bosoms, A NORLAND SHEPHERD. A FABLE. For the Bee. THIS tale I heard once in a shop, Are damn'd,---licens'd by government! Says pufs, 'tis true I hunt for vermin, Yet even I could give a sermon. The hours of youth,---the hours of joy, No fkill prophetic need presage, A bankrupt, and a starving age. Few months went round,---the tradesman fail'd! Pufs still with mice was well regal'd, The moral's fhort, nor need 1 cox ye, A PHOENIX HUNTER, GLEANINGS OF ANCIENT POETRY. WELCOME TO THE SUN. WELCUM the lord of licht, and lampe of day! Atteiching al that hantis sluggardly! And with this wourd, in chaumer quhare I lay, The nynth morow of freshe temperit May, Rend'ring an cullour betwix grene and blew Singand on hir kynde, I come hidden to wow, A translation of this very elegant and inimitably natural description of the dove is requested. AZAKIA, A TALE. [Continued from p. 187. and concluded.] He spoke THIS discourse quite dismayed St Castins. against it every thing that reason, grief, and love could suggest to him most convincing; nothing seemed to be so to. the young savage. She wept, but persevered in her design. All that the disconsolate Celario could obtain from her, was a promise, that though Ouabi should appear to her a second time in a dream, fhe fhould wait, before she put herself to death, to be afsured of his; of which St Castins was resolved to know the truth as soon as pofsible. The savages neither exchange nor ransom their prisoners; contenting themselves to rescue them out of the enemy's hands, whenever they can. Sometimes the conqueror destines his captives to slavery; but he oftener puts hem to death. Such are particularly the maxims of the Iroquois. There was, therefore, reason to presume, that Ouabi had died of his wounds, or was burnt by that barbaTous nation. Azakia believed it to be so, more than any other But St Castins would have her at least doubt of it. On his side, he re-animates the courage of the Hurons, and proposes a new enterprise against the enemy. It is ap proved of-they deliberate upon electing a chief, and all voices unite in favour of St Castins, who had already given proofs of his valour and conduct. He departs with his troop, but not till after he had again Azakia's word, that, notwithstanding all the dreams fhe might yet have, she would defer, at least till his return, the doleful journey she had designed. This expedition of the Huron warriors was attended with all imaginable succefs. The Iroquois believed them to be too much weakened or discouraged to think of undertaking any thing, and were themselves on their march to come and attack them; but they were no way cautious how they proceeded. It was not so with St Castins' band of warriors. He had dispatched some of his people to reconnoitre. They discovered the enemy without being seen by them, and returned to give advice thereof to their chief. The ground was found very fit for lying in ambuscade; and the Hurons availed themselves so well of it, that the Iroquois saw themselves hemmed in, when they believed they had no risk to run. They were charged with a fury that left them no time to know where they were. Most of them were killed on the spot; and the remainder maimed, or grievously wounded. The Hurons march off directly to the next village, and surprise the Iroquois afsembled there. They were going to enjoy the spectacle of seeing a Huron burnt; and already the Huron. was beginning to sing his death-song. This, no savage, whom the enemy is ready to put to death, ever fails to do. Loud cries, and a fhower of mufket balls, soon dispersed the multitude. Both the fugitives, and those that faced about to resist, were killed. All the savage ferocity was fully displayed. In vain St Castins endeavoured to stop the carnage. With difficulty he saved a small number of women and children. He was apprehensive, particularly, that in the midst of 'this horrid tumult, Ouabi himself should be mafsacred, supposing he was still living, and was in that |