KAH-GE-GA GAH-BOWH. 95

It is far behind New York, Philadelphia, and perhaps
Baltimore, and New Orleans. I met with a few choice
spirits—-Brothers King, Rand, VVise, and Smith; and
on the Sabbath, I addressed the Sabbath School in
Russel street. In the evening we had a delightful
meeting. I remained with Brother H. Merrell’s family
during my sojourn, and I shall always recollect them
with feelings of sincere gratitude. I visited several
noted places while in that vicinage,—the Monument
on Bunker’s (or rather Breed’s) Hill, etc. ; I went also
on the top of the State House when the sky was clear.
It was from this point that I saw the works of the
white man. The steeples, vessels arriving, and others
spreading their sails for distant lands. The wharves
were filled with merchandise. A few steamboats were
running here and there, breathing out fire and smoke.
On my left, I noticed several towns. The steam cars
from Worcester rolled on from the west ; others were
starting for Providence, and whizzed along the flats
like a troop of runaway "horses. Here were factories in
different directions. As I saw the prosperity of the
white man, I said, while tears filled my eyes, “ Happy
art thou, O Israel, who is like unto thee, Opeople saved
by the Lord ."’ VVhen I thought of the noble race of
red men who once lived and roamed in all the land, and
upon the waters as far as my eye could reach, the fol-
lowing thoughts arose in my mind, which I have since
penned.

Once more I see my fathers’ land
Upon the beach, where oceans roar;

VVhere whiten’d bones bestrew the sand,
Of some brave warrior of _‘