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Entertaining Knowledge.


AUGUST, 1830.

No. 3.

GREAT FALL OF FALL RIVER. 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. The 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 precipi, tates itself upwards of four hundred and thirty feet in six beautiful falls, the smallest of which, says an intel. ligent 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 trac. ing resemblances in the works of art to those of nature-so in this case it increases our admiration, upon finding among these tremendous objects of nature, some features, which remind us of the operations of our fellow men.

THE INDIANS—THE TEN LOST TRIBES. In my travels from place to place, I have frequently met with persons who have impiously called in ques. tion 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, teach us that we cannot fathom a measureless depth with a measured line.

Some, have even 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, so 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 favored and chosen people-preserved by the wondrous 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 favor of heaven, they received him not, they disdained him, simply because he did not come in princely splendor, 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 de. scendants of the ten lost tribes, the writer has no doubt. 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.

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 Baby-, lon. This tree is of a kind perfectly unknown to these parts.-—It is certainly of a very great age, as its trunk, which appears to have been of considerable girth, now presents only a bare and decayed half or longitudina) 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

melancholy sound, like the whistling of a tempest through a ship's rigging at sea. Though thus thick in the trunk, it is not more than fifteen feet high, and its branches are very few.I. P. Buckingham's Travels în Mesopotamia, vol. ii. p. 293.

THERE stands a lonely tree on Shina's Mount

No kindred stem the far-spread desert rears;
Scant are its leaves, for spent the juicy fount,

Which fed its being through unnumbered years :
Last of a splendid race that here have stood,
It throws an awful charm o'er ruin's solitude.
Lone tree! thou bear'st a venerable form-

Shrunk, yet majestic in thy late decay,
For not the havoc of the ruthless storm,

Nor Simoom's blight thus wears thy trunk away;
But time's light wing, through ages long gone past, i
Hath gently swept thy side, and wasted thee at last!
Empires have risen- flourished-mouldered down

And nameless myriad's closed life's fleeting dream,
Since thou the peerless gården's height didst crown,

Which hung. in splendor o'er Euphrates' stream:
Fountains, and groves, and palaces, were here,
And fragrance filled the breeze and verdure decked the year.
Here queenly steps in beauty's pride have trod,

Hence Babel's king his boastful survey took,
When to his trembling ear the voice of God

Denouncing woes to come-his spirit shook-
But all this grace and pomp hath pass'd away.
'Tis now the wondrous story of a distant day.
How wide and far these tracts of chaos spread,

Beyond the circuit of the lab'ring eye!
Where the proud queen of nations raised her head,

But shapeless wrecks and scenes of horror lie;
Glorious and beautiful no more !--her face
Is darkly hid in desolation's stern embrace.
Lorn as the pining widow, who doth bend

In solitary grief o'er some lov'd tomb,
Thy worn and drooping form appears to lend

A mourner's presence to this scene of doom ;
And from thy quivering leaves there breathes a sound,
Of sullen, hopeless wail, for death's wide waste around..
Sole living remnant of Chaldæa's pride!

Reluctant thou dost wear the garb of joy ;
Thy heart is withered, strength hath left thy side

And the green tints time spareth to destroy,
Seem like the hectic flush-which brighter glows
Upon the sunken cheek, just passing from its woes!

Hugh HutȚON.


At a time like the present, and in an age of improvement like this, when Christianity is planting its standard on the ruins of paganism and idolatry ; when science is throwing open its portals to the entrance of the mighty and the mean—when “man is seeking, through blood and slaughter, his long lost liberty,” it is a source of much gratification to perceive the fairer part of creation, whose rights have so long been slumbering in darkness and neglect, beginning to assume to itself the dignity and station in the round of human existence to which nature and reason entitle them.

There are few subjects which draw after them a train of more interesting consequences than female education; no matter whether we view it as relating to the welfare of society at large, or with a tendency to individual happiness, it still presents a claim to our consideration which we should not neglect. Upon the distribution of knowledge depends the stability of our liberties, and where can the seeds of this knowledge be better sown than in the nursery, and whose hand is better calculated to direct the tender scion than that of a mother. The situation in which she is placed by the laws of nature and the rules of human society, of being the constant guardian and companion of youth during the hours of infancy, and the subsequent influ. ence she exerts over her offspring, give her the oppor. tunity and power, of moulding in almost any form her judgment may dictate, and impressing on their minds the first rudiments of education. How important, then, is it, that she should possess the capability of performing this office so necessary in spreading the germs of knowledge. I have never myself given the least credence to the opinion, I sometimes hear expressed, that the female mind is not sufficiently strong to receive the improvement necessary to enable her to discharge this office, or when so improved, it tends to render matrimonial life unhappy. I have always thought that when the female mind enjoyed the same sphere of ob

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