fested in transformation of character and habits of life.

The great question has been solved, that the Indian race can be civilized, converted, and saved. Thousands of pious, devoted, consistent Christians of that people,―hitherto "scattered and peeled,”now stand up in the Indian country to attest the power and triumph of the Gospel.

The territory west of Missouri and Arkansas, that has been set apart by government as a permanent residence for the Indian race, is well adapted to their circumstances and wants. It is about six hundred miles in length from north to south, and for two hundred miles west has an abundant supply of rich, arable land, admirably adapted to raising cattle, horses, and swine; well watered and healthy.

Besides Shawnees, Delawares, Pottawatamies, Saukies, Miamis, and the remnants of the Illinois. nation, together with the Osages, Kauzaus, and other tribes who are indigenous to that country, the following tabular statement of the southern immigrant Indians is given from the returns of last year to the Indian Department of government:

The whole number who have emigrated west of

the Mississippi, under authority of the government,

amount to eighty-nine thousand three hundred and forty-eight. About thirty thousand still remain in the states east of the Mississippi.

East of the Rocky Mountains are to be found about one hundred and sixty-eight thousand. These, with the tribes in Oregon and Texas, claim the benevolent attentions of the friends of missions. Without the Gospel they must perish. It is the direct influence of the Gospel alone that can arouse up the poor Indian from the stupor of ignorance and sensuality, and bring him into the light and glorious liberty of the sons of God.

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The Ship.

BY WILLIAM W. LORD.

WHITHER, ye winged creatures
That fill the ocean's side,

With your white wings on the wind,
And your broad breasts to the tide,
Oh whither do ye flee?

Where do the winds that blow-
Why do the light winds bear

O'er the flowing tides below

These things of sea and air,

These white clouds of the sea?

Ye giants that o'erthreaten

The heaving, restless plain,

With your triple ranks of iron,
Ye warriors of the Main;

Why o'er the billows free,
Ye things of sea and air,
Why do the tempests bear
Your dark sides through the foam,

Oh whither do ye roam,

Thunder-clouds of the sea?

From the ocean isles defenceless,

From the rampire-shielded nation,
From storm'd and blacken'd cities,
The sound of desolation;

And a deep wail from the sea,
Where the goodly ships went under
When your hundred-bolted thunder
To the seamen's sinking cry
Made the echoes from the sky
Tell your victory!

Whither, you ships of treasure,
Move ye, so richly laden,
Each like a fair and stately
Veil'd, bejewell'd maiden ?

Why on the billows free,
Ye winds that ever blow,
And whither do ye bear
O'er the flowing tides below,
These things of sea and air,
These ladies of the sea?

From houses silken, delicate,

Where the banquet-guests sit long, And drunken with the golden wine

Of music move the throng,

A sound of impious glee;

And the heavy sound of wo
From workshops, where the slow

But

Incessant strokes of Toil
Make nature Cunning's spoil,
Sell life for luxury.

ye whose white wings bear
Through storms a Sabbath-calm,
Who make the silent ocean hear
The voice of prayer and psalm,
Oh whither do ye flee?

Where do the winds that blow-
Why do the light winds bear

O'er the flowing tides below,

These things of sea and air,
These angels of the sea?

From mainland and from island,
Wild alps, and groves of palm,
Dark woods, and ancient temples,
A voice of prayer and psalm,
The sound of jubilee ;
And on mountain and on plain,
Rise the sleepers, rise the slain,
And their coral shouts ascend,
And Earth and Heaven blend

Hymns of victory!