'Mongst which, the savage horde canine, Those HOUNDS that, now and then, contrive It proves, I fear, almost too much;* Talk of a heart! prate to the wind! In all the glee of savage joy, I need not here relate to you. prove what are both heart and head! The HIGHLY-CIVILIZED! By fame such deeds are duly priz'd! The fowls of air, in SPORT, to kill, *The circumstance here alluded to occurred in Somersetshire about twenty years ago. See my Observations on the Dialects of the West of England, article FANNY Fear. Go to the INDIAN, white man! go, And learn his ourah reed to blow- arrow, * We learn from WATERTON's Wanderings, that the BLOWPIPE, with which the Indians of Guiana shoot their poisoned arrows at birds, consists of a long hollow reed without a joint. The part used is ten or eleven feet long; it is called OURAH: the case consists of another reed called SAMOURAH. The which is made from the leaf of a palm tree, is hard and brittle, and pointed as sharp as a needle. About an inch of the pointed end is dipped in the poison called WOURALI, which destroys life's action so gently that the victim appears to be in no pain whatever. This powerful and fatal drug is a syrupous de coction made from several vegetables, the chief of which is called wouruli, whence the poison has obtained its name, and from venomous ants and the fangs of some snakes. It is prepared by the Indians with many superstitious rites. With this blow-pipe the Indian can send an arrow three hundred feet: he puts the arrow, round one end of which some cotton is wound to resist the air, into the tube, and, collecting his breath for the fatal puff, after taking aim, sends it on the work of death; the birds, it is said, are not at all injured by the poison,-in three minutes the victim generally falls to the ground. The plant called wourali is one of the scandent tribe, and allied to the genus strychnos.-The particular species does not appear to be yet ascertained. And are we not a social tribe? We follow man without a bribe; We leave even corn with him to dwell, For in his cities we abound Where corn grows not, nor weeds are found. And though we sing not, you may see From what is said conclude we thus: That, though there be some beings bold Yet may we cherish HAPPINESS THE shadows of evening began to grow long; The monarch once more now demanded a song. Desirous to know how their notes would combine He directed the songsters in chorus to join. With the rich varied concert resounded the glen : The Nightingale-Blackcap-the Thrush-Willow wren ; The Redbreast-the Linnet-the Lark, with brisk note; The Stone-chat--Wren-Goldfinch-the Woodlark White-throat; Blackbird-Bulfinch-the Swallow-the Petty-chaps loud, Missel-Red-pole, and Red-start, were heard 'midst the crowd. The Hedge-Sparrow-Pigeon-the Siskin-the Dove song, 'Midst the silence was heard, deep, melodious, and strong: First, to Eve a rich carol of rapture he sang; Now, with Love notes, the woodlands delightfully rang; Then, to Day a "FAREWELL," and a "WELCOME" to Night, He warbled ;-the moon in her splendour rose bright. TO THE WARBLERS*. "On every bough the birdis herd I sing THEN hail, ye sweet WARBLERS! continue to sing! voice; And vain! * By Warblers here the reader will please to understand not only the genus Motacilla or Sylvia, but also the whole tribe of Song-birds. |