It does not seem that the provocation was great on the part of the Indian man, and the woman knew nothing of the parties. Some of these young men workmen in the nail manufactory at Malden, condescended to engage in a wrestling match with the Indians who lived in a hut in Stoneham near Spot Pond. He threw all that engaged with him; they thereupon united and threw him into the water, in a place where he might have been drowned. A night or two afterwards several of them prepared their muskets; obtained cartridgess and loaded them up with balls and nails, and went two miles to the Indian's hut, and arrived there at about ten o'clock, when they burst open the door, and as the Indians arose shot them. The arms and the bodies of these poor creatures were lacerated in a shocking manner; the condition of the woman rendered the deed more deplorable. In this situation they remained in the woods without assistance until the next day. The man lingered for several days before he expired, the woman lived much longer.

We never remember to have seen prisoners brought to the bar on a bill for murder, who testified such an unbecoming levity as these unfortunate young wen. What their ideas could have been we cannot divine; they must have thought that wantonly killing an Indian would not endanger their lives; and we are sorry to remark that this barbarous idea was too prevalent in the neighbourhood where this murder was committed; but the jury did their duty before God and man. It is a melancholy thing to see two such young men perishing on a gallows; but it is not so dreadful as the idea of a man and his wife being shot in their beds. We hope this example will cause all to remem- ber that God has made of one blood all the families of the earth and that he is the righteous avenger of blood. We lament the unfortunate victims; but the earth must not cover the blood of the murdered, be their color whatever it may.

BEHOLD two youths, of years but few, Within the bar arraign'd, Convicted, sentenc'd, by the laws, For blood their hands have stain'd.

Obsere the crowd, observe it well, To view this dreadful scene, It is a warning, to all youth, To spurn the paths of sin.

Had these poor men, but learn'd to love, The Lord with all their heart, They wou'd not thus untimely be, Sad victims of "Deaths dart."

Had they the scriptures, search'd sincere, And look'd up to their Lord, A blessing to their parents then, A sure and sweet reward.

Had they obser'd the golden rule, By our dear Lord laid down, Peace had been theirs, and glory too- Far dearer than a crown.

Forgetful of those precepts grave, They chose the road not strait. Narrow the way, and few come in, Unto the heavenly gate.

But broad the way, and crooked too, The road that leads to sin, Many there are, who reach the gate, Where sinners are let in.

Take warning all ye youth who see, Their sad, and dismal end, "Learn to be wise, by others harm," And happy days you'll spend.

Learn well to shun the steps of those, Who walk through sinful ways, Mark but the progress of such men, Who live but half their days.

Attend the church devout and strict, God's holy word observe; Worship the Lord with all thy soul, Adore him, every nerve.

Peace, and good will, observe to man, Nor let thy anger rise, "Vengeance is mine, the Lord doth crys In echo from the skies.

Then why dares man such laws defy, And spurn at that command, Where holy wisdom guides the way Where justice is at hand.

Will man, vain man, once think to screen, His crimes so dark from llght, Can he in folly go unseen, And leave the path, that's right:

Kind heaven in mercy to such fools, Will stay their sinful ways, Arrest them in their crimes, so foul, Cut short them in their days.

Behold the savage, bred in wilds, His maker learns to love, Shall men who civiliz'd forget, Their God doth reign above.

Through him there reigns a Saviour dear, That looks from down his throne, And mercy shows to them who have To others mercy shown.

The human race, is dear alike, Unto their Saviour Lord, Savage, or Turk, or Heathen born, Do tremble at his word.

E'er the poor Indian lifts his eyes, With zeal to Heaven above, And as his spirit mounts on high, It sings with praise of love.

Survey all round the works of him, Who form'd all men upright, Yet they must needs by Satan's power, Despise the ways of light.

Still heaven is good and kind to all, To every sinner vile, Though death comes on by Adams fall, Christ's mercy breaks the toil.

And now poor victims to thy fate, To you we bid adieu, May Christ in his great mercy seek, Bostow one thought on you.

Thy friends on earth, whom thou has left, You leave to God's kind care, Parent or child, of YOU bereft, Will find a parent there.

May God in his Almighty power, Heal up the wound 'thous't given, Within the breast of kindred dear, Whose cries do reach to heav'n.

Once more adieu poor hapless men, Our prayers we send on high, Great God withhold thy anger when Their spirits reach the sky.