ese poems in the papers of the East that most sympathized
with the cause of Indian education.

The memory of Benjamin and the old chief of the Cascades never left her.
It was a never-to-be-forgotten lesson of the nobility of all men whose
souls have the birthright of heaven. Often, when the wild geese were
flying overhead in the evening, she would recall Benjamin, and say, "He
who guides led me here from the Rhine, and schooled me for my work in the
log school-house on the Columbia."

Such is not an overdrawn picture of the early pioneers of the Columbia and
the great Northwest.

Jason Lee was censured for leaving his mission for the sake of Oregon--for
turning his face from the stars to the sun. Whitman, when he appeared
ragged at Washington, was blamed for having left his post. The early
pioneers of the great Northwest civilization lie in neglected graves. We
are now beginning to see the hand of Providence, and to realize how great
was the work that these people did for their own country and for the
world.

And Marlowe Mann--whose name stands for the Christian schoolmaster--no one
knows where he sleeps now; perhaps no one, surely but a few. He saw his
college-mates rise to honor and fame. They offered him positions, but he
knew his place in the world.

When his hair was turning gray, there came to him an offer of an
opportunity for wealth, from his remaining relatives. At the same time the
agency offered him the use of a farm. He accepted the latter for his
work's sake, and returned to his old friends a loving letter and an old
poem, and with the latter we will leave this picture of old times on the
Oregon:

"Happy the man whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound;
Content to breathe his native air
On his own ground.

"Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter, fire.

"Sound sleep by night, study and ease,
Together mixed sweet recreation;
And innocence, which most doth please,
With meditation.

"Blessed who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years glide soft away,
In health of body, peace of mind;
Quiet by day.

"Thus let me live unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie."

HISTORICAL NOTES.

I.

VANCOUVER.

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