historians, nor their bards, nor their champions, will ever be able to show to an honourable mind. What ! a queen discarded with insult from the ceremonials of loyalty? a christian queen shut out from the sanctuary of religion? a lady refused admittance at a door, when there was a gentleman in the room? Fie upon their generals, and their bishops, and their champions! To have suffered such an insult could not tarnish a saint. capable of inflicting it is to act like a king. To be Henrietta Maria, wife of Charles the first, pensionless and destitute at the court of France, was relieved by the humane assiduity of the cardinal de Retz. The latter remarks, in his memoirs on this subject," Posterterity will hardly believe that a princess of England, grand-daughter to Henry the great, hath wanted a faggot in the month of January to get out of bed in the Louvre, and in the eyes of the French court. We read in histories, with horror, of baseness less momentous than this, and the little concern I have met with about it in most people's minds, has obliged me to make, I believe, a thousand times, this reflection,-That examples of past times move men, beyond comparison, more than those of their own times." This incident, sufficient of itself to excite the animadversion of posterity, will derive greater interest from its seeming connexion with the death of the queen. It will be seen that, in a few days, she sickened and died. It will be seen that a sense of injury preyed on her spirits, and that life yielded under the pressure of calamity; that with characteristic firmness she contemplated death, with a christian spirit forgave her enemies, and in christian hope looked forward to a happier world. It will be seen that the persecution of the ministry endured until her death and survived it. It will be seen, if the historian shall consent to stain his narrative with the venal and polluted slanders of the London press, that her death-bed was made the topic of calumny, and, horrible to relate, of ridicule; that her dying words were attributed to a factious spirit; and, inasmuch as, when life was waning away, she sent for no christian bishop, who had, in life, discarded her, she neither heeded nor deserved the solaces of religion. Her name, struck from the Liturgy of the established church, was not even to appear on the roll of the redeemed. Her disembodied spirit was not allowed to depart without the accompaniment of brutal sarcasm and ill-concealed joy. It will be seen, O quantum est in rebus inane, that the crown, which they denied her while living, they bore in mockery with her corpse; and that Death had instructed their heralds in politeness! It will be seen that, cruel and contemptuous to the last, not one of the royal family attended her remains, and the metropolis of the empire was prohibited from witnessing, for the last time, the mortal remains of its beloved queen; that the government usurped the control of the corpse, (who had sought in vain to subdue the spirit) that they devised an unfrequented road to convey it to the sea-shore, and the route of the funeral was concealed even from her friends. It will be seen that a military escort (Proh ! Pudor) represented the government in the procession; and that, in consequence, as might be expected, the people were trampled on, and the unarmed murdered. It will be seen that the popular affection and sensibility, roused by the little meannesses and unmanly persecutions of the ministry, rose en masse, and obtained a melancholy triumph, by causing the funeral to pass through London, as of right it should. That no injury took place, which was not produced by the soldiery, and her oppressors had nothing to dread, but the pangs of remorse. Posterity will feel for her, who, in the hour of death, desired, but dared not ask, to be buried in her daughter's grave. History, that loveth virtue, and adoreth truth; the sentinel, that guardeth the innocent in the grave, will vindicate her fame; and History, that hoideth up the light of instruction and of warning, will reveal her accusers-the Monarch, York, Clarence, Wellington, and Anglesea, the chaste observers of the nuptial rite; the virtuous shudderers at female error. History, the blessed minister of justice, will review her life; the crimes alleged against her; the power and facilities of her prosecutors; the evidence wherein they were defective, and the perjuries wherein they abounded. History, the hope of the magnanimous, will applaud her noble daring, and moral courage, such as has never been surpassed in woman-and beautifully contrast it with the spirit of her enemies. History, the sweet refuge of the afflicted on earth, as she dwells on the picture, and records the sorrows of this unfortunate lady, will speak thus of her: Her sin was to be suspected; she was made to suffer, as if suspicion had been proof; a most persecuted woman-a most degraded queen. Her frequent trials eventuated in proving, that nothing could be proved against her. To accuse falsely, is to accuse maliciously; and nothing too infamous can be inferred, when perjury seeks to supply evidence. The treatment of Caroline, queen of England, renders her a deserved object of compassionate regard, It was a stain and a scandal on the decorum, and magnanimity, and virtue of the age. INDIAN BIOGRAPHY. [New-York American.] "Mark the poor Indian, whose untutor❜d mind, THE following sketch of the life and character of an Indian warrior is, at least, deserving of the frail memorial of a public journal. Farmer's Brother was a distinguished chief of the Seneca tribe. He is now no more; but the memory of even savage worth deserves to be reclaimed from the waste of oblivion. Indian biography is not often presented to the public. The virtues of the savage outlive the grave only in their effects. His heroism is remembered, not by the generations of his own tribe who succeed him, but by the posterity of his enemies, who have felt the vigour of his arm. To such biographers is the memory of Farmer's Brother consigned. Like Brandt, and Red Jacket, and Tecumseh, he was the foe of white men. But, unlike them, his life was unstained by treachery or dishonour. The name he assumed was altogether arbitrary. Farmer's Brother was a warrior. He spurned agricul ture and the arts of civilized life. In his friendships he was ardent and sincere; in his enmities, inveterate and ferocious. War was his trade. His palace the gloomiest thicket of the forest. He was brave in fight, and wise ín council. His soul disdained the usual arts of savage cunning, and intemperance was a vice of which he was never guilty. He was born a prince. With legitimacy, as sacred as that of any of the potentates of Laybach, he surpassed them in all those noble qualities, that adorn the great, and dignify the brave. His eloquence was manly and commanding. It did not, indeed, possess the fire and sublimity, which distinguished that of his compeer; but the superior weight of his character gave him a transcendant influence in the councils of his tribe. Farmer's Brother and Red Jacket were chiefs of the Six Nations. They were competitors for savage glory. They held an equal sway, but trode an unequal course. Red Jacket survives; but his fame is tarnished by cowardice, intemperance, and treachery. It was only at the "Council fire" that he shone pre-eminent. There, indeed, he was great. The belittling simplicity of his name did not seem to detract from the splendours of his eloquence. With More than thirty years have rolled away since a treaty was held on the beautiful acclivity, that overlooks the Canandaigua lake. The witnesses of the scene will never forget the powers of native oratory. Two days had passed away in negotiation with the Indians for a cession of their lands. The contract was supposed to be nearly completed, when Red Jacket arose. the grace and dignity of a Roman senator, he drew his blanket around him, and, with a piercing eye, surveyed the multitude. All was hushed. Nothing interposed to break the silence, save the gentle rustling of the tree tops, under whose shade they were gathered. After a long and solemn, but not unmeaning pause, he commenced his speech, in a low voice and sententious style. Rising gradually with the subject, he depicted the primitive simplicity and happiness of his nation, and the wrongs they had sustained from the usurpations of white men, with such a bold but faithful pencil, that every auditor was soon roused to vengeance, or melted into tears. The effect was inexpressible. But ere the emotions of admiration and sympathy had subsided, the white men became alarmed. They were in the heart of an Indian country-surrounded by more than ten times their number, who were inflamed by the remembrance of their injuries, and excited to indignation by the eloquence of a favourite chief. Appalled and terrified, the white men cast a cheerless gaze upon the hordes around them. A nod from the chiefs might be the onset of detruction. At that portentous moment, Farmer's Brother interposed. He replied not to his brother chief,-but, with a sagacity truly aboriginal, he caused a cessation of the council,-introduced good cheer,-commended the eloquence of Red Jacket, and, before the meeting had reassembled, with the aid of other prudent chiefs, he had moderated the fury of his nation to a more salutary review of the question before them. Suffice it to say, the treaty was concluded, and the Western District, at this day, owes no small portion of its power and influence to the councils of a savage, in comparison with whom for genius, heroism, virtue, or any other quality that can adorn the bauble of a diadem, not only George the IV. and Louis le Desiré, but the German Emperor and the Czar of Muscovy, alike dwindle into insignificance. FARMER'S BROTHER. ANECDOTES of men, who have been distinguished for their bravery, whether friend or foe, civilized or savage, seldom fail to excite interest. During the late war, the Seneca nation of Indians, who reside in the neighbourhood of Buffalo, were employed by our government, and attached themselves to the army then about to enter Canada under the command of General Brown. The principal chief of this tribe was called "Farmer's Brother," a stout, athletic warrior. The frosts of upwards of eighty winters had passed over his head, yet he retained his faculties to an eminent degree. He possessed all the ardour of his younger associates, and was un |