Tolonga, our brave, Beloved chief.

OREIKA.

What! her father, didst thou say?
Our chief--our Sachem?

DOLBREKA.

Aye!
'Neath his strong arm the bark swift flew;
It soon o'ertook the _White Canoe_,
And then, amid our outcries wild
The eyes of father and of child
Met in one long, last, loving look,
That ne'er each other's glance forsook
Till they glided o'er Niagara's steep,
And plunged into the darkness deep.

_Final Chorus._

Ah! never since first with thundering roar
Niagara shook the trembling shore,
Hath earth bestowed him such offering bright,
As he's clasped to his mighty breast to-night.




OUR CANADIAN WOODS IN EARLY AUTUMN.