There is no doubt what the Muse of History ought to do here:  were she a dame of proper sensibilities, she would have Mr. John Smith married to Miss P. Powhatan as soon as a parson could be got from Jamestown.  Were it a romance, this would be the result.  As it is, we find Smith going off to England in two years, and living unmarried until his death; and Pocahontas married to the Englishman John Rolfe, for reasons of state, we fear,—­a link of friendship between the Reds and the Whites being thought desirable.  She was of course Christianized and baptized, as any one may see by Chapman’s picture in the Rotunda at Washington, unless Zouave criticism has demolished it.  Immediately she went with her husband to England.  At Brentford, where she was staying,.  Captain John Smith went to visit her.  Their meeting was significant and affecting.  “After a modest salutation, without uttering a word, she turned away and hid her face as if displeased.”.  She remained thus motionless for two or three hours.  Who can know what struggles passed through the heart of the Indian bride at this moment,—­emotions doubly unutterable to this untaught stranger?  It seems that she had been deceived by Rolfe and his friends into thinking that Smith was dead, under the conviction that she could not be induced to marry him, if she thought Smith alive.  After her long, sad silence, before mentioned, she came forward to Smith and touchingly reminded him, there in the presence of her husband and a large company, of the kindness she had shown him in her own country, saying, “You did promise Powhatan what was yours should be his, and he the like to you; you called him ‘Father,’ being in his land a stranger, and for the same reason so I must call you.”  After a pause, during which she seemed to be under the influence of strong emotion, she said, “I will call you Father, and you shall call me Child, and so I will be forever and ever your countrywoman.”  Then she added, slowly and with emphasis, “They did tell us always you were dead, and I knew no other till I came to Plimoth; yet Powhatan did command Uttamattomakin to seeke you and know the truth, because your countrymen will lie much.”  It was not long after this interview that Pocahontas died:  she never returned to Virginia.  Her death occurred in 1617.  The issue of her marriage was one child, Thomas Rolfe; so it is through him that the First Families of Virginia are so invariably descended from the Indian Princess.  Captain Smith lived until 1631, and, as we have said, never married.  He was a noble and true man, and Pocahontas was every way worthy to be his wife; and one feels very ill-natured at Rolfe and Company for the cruel deception which, we must believe, was all that kept them asunder, and gave to the story of the lovely maiden its almost tragic close.