and Aztecs to the south some tribes remained | desolated, under the name of Huns, the on the coasts of New Norfolk and New finest parts of civilized Europe. All these Cornwall, while the rest continued their conjectures will acquire more probability course southward. We can conceive how when a marked analogy shall be discovered people travelling en masse-for example, the between the languages of Tartary and those Ostrogoths and Alani-were able to pass of the new continent an analogy which, from the Black Sea into Spain; but how according to the latest researches of Mr. could we believe that a portion of these Barton Smith, extends only to a very small people were able to return from west to east number of words. The want of wheat, oats, at an epoch when other hordes had already barley, rye, and all those nutritive gramina occupied their first abodes on the banks of which go under the general name of “cereal,” the Don or the Boristhenes? seems to prove that if Asiatic tribes passed into America they must have descended from pastoral people. We see in the old continent that the cultivation of cereal gramina and the use of milk were introduced as far back as we have any historical records. The inhabitants of the new continent cultivated no other gramina than maize (zea). They fed on no species of milk, though the lamas, alpacas, and in the North of Mexico and Canada two kinds of indigenous oxen, would have afforded them milk in abundance. These are striking contrasts between the Mongol and American race. This is not the place to discuss the great problem of the Asiatic origin of the Toultecs or Aztecs. The general question of the first origin of the inhabitants of the continent is beyond the limits prescribed to history, and is not, perhaps, even a philosophical question. There undoubtedly existed other people in Mexico at the time when the Toultecs arrived there in the course of their migration, and therefore to assert that the Toultecs are an Asiatic race is not maintaining that all the Americans came originally from Thibet or Oriental Siberia. De Guignes attempted to prove by the Chinese annals that they visited America posterior to 458, and Horn in his ingenious work De Originibus Americanis, published in 1699, M. Scherer in his historical researches respecting the New World, and more recent writers, have made it appear extremely probable that old relations existed between Asia and America. I have advanced that the Toultecs, or Aztecs, might be a part of those Hiongnoux who, according to the Chinese historians, emigrated under their leader Punon and were lost in the north parts of Siberia. This nation of warrior-shepherds has more than once changed the face of Oriental Asia and Without losing ourselves in suppositions as to the first country of the Toultecs and the Aztecs, and without attempting to fix the geographical position of those ancient kingdoms of Huehuetlapallan and Aztlan, we shall confine ourselves to the accounts of the Spanish historians. The northern provinces, New Biscay, Sonora and New Mexico, were very thinly inhabited in the sixteenth century. The natives were hunters and shepherds, and they withdrew as the European conquerors advanced toward the north. Agriculture alone attaches man to the soil and develops the love of country. Thus we see that in the southern parts of Anahuac, in the cul tivated region adjacent to Tenochtitlan, the Aztec colonists patiently endured the cruel vexations exercised toward them by their conquerors, and suffered everything rather than quit the soil which their fathers had cultivated. But in the northern provinces the natives yielded to the conquerors their uncultivated savannas, which served for pasturage to the buffaloes. The Indians took refuge beyond the Rio Gila, toward the Rio Zaguanas and the mountains De las Grullas. The Indian tribes who formerly occupied the territory of the United States and Canada followed the same policy, and chose rather to withdraw first behind the Alleghany Mountains, then behind the Ohio, and then behind the Missouri, to avoid being forced to live among the Europeans. From the same cause we find the copper-colored race neither in the provincias internas of New Spain nor in the cultivated parts of the United States. The migrations of the American tribes having been constantly carried on from north to south, at least between the sixth and twelfth centuries, it is certain that the Indian population of New Spain must be composed of very heterogeneous elements. In proportion as the population flowed toward the south, some tribes would stop in their progress and mingle with the tribes which followed them. The great variety of languages still spoken in the kingdom of Mexico proves a great variety of races and origin. of temper, though these may give them great comfort within and administer to an honest pride in their own minds, will by no means, alas! do their business in the world. Prudence and circumspection are necessary even to the best of men. They are, indeed, as it were, a guard to Virtue without which she can never be safe. It is not enough that your designs-nay, that your actions-are intrinsically good: you must take care they shall appear so. If your inside be never so beautiful, you must preserve a fair outside also. This must be constantly looked to, or malice and envy will take care to blacken it so that sagacity and goodness will not be able to see through it and to discern the beauties within. Let this be your constant maxim-that no man can be good enough to enable him to neglect the rules of prudence; nor will Virtue herself look beautiful unless she be bedecked with the outward ornaments of decency and decorum. HENRY FIELDING. LONG HAVE I LOVED. LONG have I loved what I behold— The night that calms, the day that cheers; The common growth of Mother Earth The dragon's wing, the magic ring, BERNARD BARTON. THE PATRIARCH'S LAMENT. H for one draught of those Where once my spirit worshipped when with sweet waters now That shed such freshness o'er my early life! Oh that I could but bathe my fevered brow, To wash away the dust of worldly strife, And be a simple-hearted child once more, As if I ne'er had known this world's pernicious lore! My heart is weary and my spirit pants Beneath the heat and burden of the day; Would that I could regain those shady haunts Where once with Hope I dreamed the hours away, Giving my thoughts to tales of old romance And yielding up my soul to youth's delicious trance! Vain are such wishes. I no more may tread With lingering step and slow the green hillside: Before me now life's shortening path is spread, And I must onward, whatsoe'er betide. The pleasant nooks of youth are passed for aye, And sober scenes now meet the traveller on his way. Alas! the dust which clogs my weary feet Glitters with fragments of each ruined shrine Sweet Helen, make me immortal with a kiss! Her lips suck forth my soul see where it flies. Come, Helen, come! give me my soul again; Oh, thou art fairer than the evening air Which only Jesu's blood can wash away; The children's custom, while that pious man. Fulfilled the various duties of his state, Within the spacious church, as sacristan, Was on the altar-steps to sit and wait, Nestling together ('twas a lovely sight!) Like the young turtledoves of Hebrew rite. A small rich chapel was their sanctuary While thus abiding, with adornment fair Of curious carvèd work wrought cunningly In all quaint patterns and devices rare, And ever there above the altar smiled From Mary mother's arms the holy Child Smiled on his infant guests as there below, On the fair altar-steps, those young ones spread (Nor aught irreverent in such act, I trow) Their simple morning meal of fruit and bread; Too wise for simple pleasure, smiles and Such feast not ill-beseemed the sacred dome: tears, Dream of our earliest, purest, happiest years. Come listen to the legend-for of them. Surely thou art not-and to thee I'll tell How on a time in holiest Santarem Strange circumstance miraculous befell Two little ones who to the sacred shrine Came daily to be schooled in things divine. Twin-sisters, orphan innocents, were they; Most pure, I ween, from all but th' olden taint |