d yet His words mean more than they,
And yet he owns their praise:
Why should we think, He turns away
From infants' simple lays?"

Towandahoc and Ponawtan wondered when they saw her kneeling in prayer,
but did not interfere with the lovely child; and doubtless this daily
habit not only kept up within her mind purer notions of God and duty
than she could otherwise have entertained, but enabled her to cherish a
more vivid remembrance of the parents she believed to be dead, and of
the beautiful home of her infancy. Never hearing aught spoken but the
Indian tongue, the little girl would soon have entirely forgotten her
native language, had it not been for this daily practice, which kept at
least some words of English fresh in her memory.

Among the indistinct, but most pleasing recollections of the home of her
early childhood, was one of a boy with curly black hair and smiling
face, who brought her beautiful flowers, and made for her rabbits out of
his handkerchief, and pretty little boats out of nut-shells. She
remembered eagerly leaning over the water, watching the tiny bark till
it got out of sight, while he held her hand tightly, for fear she should
fall into the water. Another scene, of a different character, was
imprinted upon her mind, never to be erased--that fearful waking, when
the flames crackled and roared around her, and the thick smoke filled
the air, when she called upon her father for help, but no father was
there; and when her dark-skinned father Towandahoc rushed in to her
rescue. When she thought of this night of horror, she instinctively
clasped her hands before her eyes, to shut out the fearful sight.

These remembrances, however, did not hinder the bright and lively child
from being very happy in her new life. And why not? True, here were none
of the conveniences or refinements of civilized life, but the little
girl grew up without the feeling of their loss, and

"Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise."

No mirrors reflected her erect and graceful figure, unspoiled by corset
or by long, wearisome hours of confinement at the school-bench; it was
lithe and well-proportioned as one of Diana's nymphs; but instead, she
arranged her golden tresses, and decked her head with a wreath of
wild-flowers, bending over a small mountain lake, which she had
appropriated to her own use, and which served her as bathing-house,
dressing-room, and looking-glass, all in one. No T