The The accompanying engraving is a very spirited view of the great Fall of Fall River, at the flourishing village of Ithica, Tompkins County, New-York, at which place the river flows into Cayuga Lake. descent of the third fall is about thirty feet-the fourth rising of fifty feet, and the fifth more than seventy feet. Within the distance of half a mile, the river precipitates itself upwards of four hundred and thirty feet in six beautiful falls, the smallest of which, says an intelligent traveller, in a different part of the country, would be looked upon as a great curiosity. Between each of the falls there are rapids of considerable descent; the water is very deep, and so transparent, that great cakes of stone, cracked in all directions like a pavement of irregular slabs of marble, may be seen at the bottom, presenting a striking resemblance to fabrics of human invention. This adds not a little to the attractions of the place, as the mind enjoys peculiar delight in tracing resemblances in th works of art to those of na-so in this case it increases our admiration, upon finding among these tremendous objects of nature, some feature, which remind us of the operations of our fellow men. ture THE INDIANS-THE TEN LOST TRIBES, In my travels from place to place, I have frequently met with persons who have impiously called in question the being, majesty, power and justice of the God of the universe. That men have but finite conceptions of the infinite glory with which the great first cause is surrounded, is too well established to admit a single doubt as reason and good sense, the world over, teache us that we cannot fathom a measureless depth with a measured line. Some, have ever, arraigned the justice of God. I have been asked, time and again, whether I did not sincerely believe that God had more respect to the white man, than to the untutored son of the forest? I answer, and always answer such, in the language of scripture, "No: God is no respecter of persons." I might meet a question of this kind by proposing another, viz. Is not the white man as sinful by nature as the red man?— uneducated, and unrenewed by divine grace, is he not a heathen-is he not an enemy to God and righteousness-prone to the commission of every crime, however flagrant in its nature and its tendencies? Does not the white man, however gifted, and eloquent, and learned, and popular, grow up and sicken, and die? With thinking men, those whose sentiments are worthy of regard, there is but one opinion, and that is that the soul of the Indian is immortal. And, indeed, the conviction rests with great force on the minds of many intelligent men, men of profound reasoning and deep and studious research, that the Indian tribes, now melting away like dew drops in the morning's sun, are no less than the remnant of that people, the records of whose history has been blotted out from among the nations of the earth-whose history, if history they have, is a series of cruelties, and persecutions without a parallel. That nation, peculiarly and emphatically blessed of God-his own highly favoured and chosen people-preserved by the wonderous interposition of divine power-brought up out of Egypt and their cruel bondage, by miraculous means,-inducted into the promised land flowing with milk and honey, but strong in the purposes of rebellion their murmurs rose to heaven, calling loudly for vengeance,-and when the Saviour of sinners made his humble appearance on the earth, to redeem its inhabitants from the thraldom of sin and death, and restore them to the favour of heaven, they received him not, they disdained him, simply because he did not come in princely splendour, swaying the Conqueror's sceptre of blood and carnage, and dominion, over the nations. They cried out, he is not the Christ, crucify him, crucify him, and nailed the Lord of the universe to the cross. They, like Pharaoh, hardened their hearts; suddenly the storm of divine wrath overtook them—their city, over which he who suffered on the cross had shed the tears of sorrow, was rased to the ground, and the once warlike and powerful nation of the Jews melted away before the overwhelming and countless legions of foes that rose up to chastise and crush them. That the Indians are indeed no other than the descendants of the ten lost tribes, the subscriber has no doubt, and his design in these papers is to show, if possible, that such is the case. He is one of the few remaining descendants of a once powerful tribe of Indians, and he looks forward with a degree of confidence to the day as being not far distant when ample justice shall be done the red man, by his white brother, when he shall be allowed that station in the scale of being and intelligence, which unerring wisdom designed him to occupy. WILLIAM APES. (To be continued.) THE LAST TREE OF BABYLON. - "At the distance of a few paces only to the north east of the mass of walls and piles, the internal spaces of which are still filled with earth and rubbish, is the famous single tree, which the natives call 'Athelo,' and maintain to have been flourishing in ancient Babylon. This tree is of a kind perfectly unknown to these parts-It is certainly of very great age, as its trunk, which appears to have been of considerable girth, now presents only a bare and decayed half or longitudinal section, which, if found on the ground, would be thought to be rotten and unfit for any use; yet the few branches which still sprout out from its venerable top, are perfectly green; and, as had been already remarked by others, as well as confirmed by our own observation, gave to the passage of the wind a shrill and |