Scott's measure possesses, that of varying his verse, the sameness of which leads sometimes to monotony. The superiority of that part of the poem, where the warriors recite their past exploits, is a strong proof of this assertion. Escaped from the trammels of the measure he had imposed upon himself, his verse becomes spirited and easy. Ontwa is supposed to relate his history to a missionary, whose pious zeal had led him to these trackless woods. The description of the scenes through which he passed, till he arrived at the falls of St. Anthony, forms the introduction to the poem, and in it some of the finest passages occur. He thus speaks of a range of islands and rocks, called the Grand Traverse, at the mouth of Green Bay. 'I ask'd the red man for my guide; He launch'd his bark on Erie's tide,- On broken frize and mould'ring base.' At last we reach the narrow mound- *Now called the Beaver Islands-in Lake Michi-egan, (or Great Lake,) as named by the natives. + Called Green Bay, whose mouth is almost closed by a chain of islands, called the Grand Traverse. Their sides are high, rocky, and bold; and, being of limestone, have been worn into a thousand fantastic shapes, which, even without the aid of fancy, assume the appearances described in the text.' While-glowing as it hurries on- Here, as the heaven dissolves in showers, Scarce did the low and slender neck And ere our bark-which, dripping, bore The marks of rival waters o'er Had lost in air its humid stain, 'Twas launch'd, and floating on again.' pp. 11-14. At the falls of St. Anthony, the missionary meets the wandering Ontwa, who, soothed by his kindness, tells his tale of many woes.' But it would be unjust to omit the description of this celebrated fall. VOL. IV. Why checks my guide on yonder rise, As the Great Spirit of the air O'er which its current soon must sweep. 12 The tumult swells, and on again The poem opens well. The council scene-the aged oak under which it is held-the tempest-and the proud bearing of Kaskaskias, are described with beauty and force. Ontwa is chosen as messenger of war to Saranac, Chief of the invading Iroquois, and invested with the warrior's heron plume. We pass over Kaskaskia's parting direction to his son, (which, though pleasingly written, reminded us of "Speed, Malise, speed,") and the beautiful adventure of the deer, to give the picture of Oneyda, the daughter of Saranac-whose repose Ontwa surprises. The wild warrior is struck with mute admiration, and thinks, in his rapture, that the sleeping beauty is a spirit sent from liquid cave,' to guide the favoured Saranac. This is a pretty image: indeed, the whole description speaks the poet. 'Her raven hair, half wreath'd, descended, Than ever forest daughter knew. Such locks ne'er deck'd the desert child! Ne'er bloom'd such cheeks in forest wild! I watch'd the closing of her dreams As all unwilling to disclose The light beneath: so fringed height Oft gives delay to morning's light. They broke, but oh! 'twere vain,-how faint What wonder, that my forest eye Their lustre o'er our shadowy red.' pp. 47, 48. He is seized as a spy; but, on producing the blood-stained weapon, as a pledge of Erie's ire, he is released, and suffered to depart. The war dance which is held on his return, and the songs of the Chiefs, are among the best passages in the poem. The adventures of Catawba possess great beauty, both of poetry and imagination. The secret march of the Eries, their battles, and final overthrow, and the noble death of Kaskaskias, follow in swift succession, and are related with animation. Ontwa, the only remnant of his race which the artillery of their foes had spared, is destined as a sacrifice to the insatiable revenge of their conquerors. Bound to the oak, awaiting the dawn of day as a signal to light the fire of death, the captive raises his victim song-which we cannot resist extracting, although we shall exceed our limits. • Think not Ontwa's spirit shaken ; All your fiery torments scorning, Sire and friends to see. 'What though Erie low be lying- Still his soul will boast: Where yon vultures now are feeding, 'Stars of heaven! why still ascending? By delightful rivers staying, Would the night were done.' p. 78. While his intoxicated guards are sleeping, Oneyda releases the Erie, and, after some hesitation, becomes the companion of his flight. The following lines have great sweetness and tenderness: Ontwa is watching the troubled sleep of Oneyda, as she rests in the forest : • "Sweet sleeper! calm thy vision's fear; And scarce the insect flutters 'round, Lest it should wake thee with its sound. I'll shelter thee, thou snowy child!"'' p. 88. The prophetic vision of the Indian girl is fulfilled-the fugitives are overtaken by their pursuers, and, in shielding her lover, Oneyda receives her death wound. 'The victor chief tore off his plume; We think we may safely venture to encourage our author to pursue the course, he has with such promise begun. He evidently possesses the most important requisites of a poet-imagination, taste, and feeling. The production before us, betrays an unpractised hand, and a timidity which has led him to repress, rather than exert his powers. We doubt not, that |