weight of the water--or else of its woe;
And while sorrow, or wind, laid some flat on the ground,
Drops of rain, or of grief,
Fell from every leaf,
Till I thought in a big show'r of tears I was drown'd.

[_Speaks._] And then each bush and leaf seem'd to sigh, and say, "don't
forget us, Larry." I won't, said I.--"But arrah, take something for
remembrance," said they; and then I dug up this neat jewel [_Shows a
potato._]; you're a little withered to be sure, but if ever I forget your
respectable family, or your delightful dwelling place--may I never again
see any of your beautiful brothers and plump sisters!--Och! my darling, if
you had come hot from the hand of Katy, how my mouth would have watered at
ye; now, you divil, you bring the water into my eyes.

[_Sings_.] Och! Hubbaboo--Gramachree--Hone! [_Exeunt._

SCENE III. _Werocomoco, the royal village of POWHATAN. INDIAN GIRLS
arranging ornaments for a bridal dress. Music._

NIMA. Let us make haste, my companions, to finish the dress of the bride;
to-day the prince Miami returns with our hunters from the chase; to-morrow
he will bear away our princess to his own nation.

_Enter POCAHONTAS from the wood, with bow and arrow, and a flamingo
(red bird). Music as she enters._

PRINCESS. See, Nima, a flamingo.

_INDIAN GIRLS crowd around, and admire the bird._

PRINCESS. O Nima! I will use my bow no longer; I go out to the wood, and
my heart is light; but while my arrow flies, I sorrow; and when the bird
drops through the branches, tears come into mine eyes. I will no longer
use my bow.

_Distant hunting-horn. Music. They place themselves in attitudes of
listening. Hunting-horn nearer._

NIMA. 'Tis Miami and our hunters. Princess, why are your looks sad?

PRINCESS. O Nima! the prince comes to bear me far from my father and my
brother. I must quit for ever the companions and the woods that are dear
to me. Nima, the Susquehannocks are a powerful nation, and my father would
have them for his friends. He gives his daughter to their prince, but his
daughter trembles to look upon the fierce Miami.

_Music. HUNTERS seen winding down the hills; they are met by the women
of the village; MIAMI approaches POCAHONTAS, and his attendants lay
skins at her feet._

MIAMI. Princess, behold the spoils I bring thee. Our hunters are laden
with the deer and the soft furred beaver. But Miami scorned such prey: I
watched fo