Like water upon the ground. 
  The magpie chatter’d above the corpse,
    The owl sang funeral lay,
  The twisting worm pass’d over her face,
    And it writhed and turn’d away. 
  The jackdaws caw’d at the body dead,
    Expos’d on the churchyard stones,
  They wagg’d their tails in scorn of her flesh,
    And turn’d up their bills at her bones. 
  The convent mastiff trotting along,
    Sniff’d hard at the mortal leaven,
  Then bristled his hair at her brimstone smell,
    And howl’d out his fears to heaven. 
  Then the jackdaw screech’d his joy,
    That he spurn’d the royal feast,
  And keen’d all night to the grievous owl,
    And the howling mastiff beast. 
  Loud on that night was the thunder crash,
    Sad was the voice of the wind,
  Swift was the glare of the lightning flash,
    And the whizz it left behind. 
  At morn when the pious brothers came
    To give the body to ground,
  The skull, the feet, and palms of her hands
    Were all that they ever found. 
  Then the holy monks with ominous shake
    Of the head, looked wond’rous sly,
  While the breeze that waved their whiten’d locks,
    Bore a pray’r for her soul on high.

P.S.

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SPIRIT OF DISCOVERY.

VAN DIEMEN’S LAND.

[There is a touching interest in the following narrative of the surrender of certain tribes of the aborigines of Van Diemen’s Land to the British authorities.  Some time since a war of extermination was commenced against them by the colonists; but, happily for humanity, this atrocious attack, which future historians may varnish over with “civilization,” was a signal failure; and the poor, simple creatures were still left to enjoy the woods and caves and painted skins of savage life; not, however, without having fiercely retaliated upon the colonists for the cruel treatment which they experienced.]

The Oyster Bay and Big River tribes, the most sanguinary in the island, have surrendered themselves to Mr. Robinson, by whose conciliatory intervention the desirable event has been mainly brought about.  On the 7th of January, Mr. Robinson made his triumphant entry into Hobart Town with his party of blacks, amounting in all to forty.  They walked very leisurely along the road, followed by a large pack of dogs, and were received by the inhabitants on their entry into town with the most lively curiosity and delight.  Soon after their arrival they walked up to the Government House, and were introduced to his Excellency, and the interview that took place was truly interesting.  They are delighted at the idea of proceeding to Great Island, where they will enjoy peace and plenty uninterrupted.  The great susceptibility which they one and all evinced of the influence of music when the band struck up, which Colonel Logan had purposely ordered down, clearly