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 the 1st of Augut, 1676, the lat but one of the war, ays, 'Philip hardly ecaped with his life alo. He had fled and left his peage behind him, alo his quaw and on were taken captive, and are now prioners at Plymouth. Thus hath God brought that grand enemy into great miery before he quite detroy him. It mut needs be bitter as death to him to loe his wife and only on (for the Indians are marvellous fond and affectionate towards their children) beides other relations, and almot all his ubjects, and country alo.'

"And what was the fate of Philip's wife and his on? This is a tale for hubands and wives, for parents and children. Young men and women, you cannot undertand it. What was the fate of Philip's wife and child? She is a woman, he is a lad. They did not urely hang them. No, that would have been mercy. The boy is the grandon, his mother the daughter-in-law of good old Maaoit, the first and bet friend the Englih ever had in New England. Perhaps—perhaps now Philip is lain, and his warriors cattered to the four winds, they will allow his wife and on to go back—the widow and the orphan—to finih their days and orrows in their native wildernes. They are old into lavery, Wet Indian lavery! an Indian princes and her child, fold from the cool breezes of Mount Hope, from the wild freedom of a New England foret, to gap under the lah, beneath the blazing un of the tropics! 'Bitter as death;' aye, bitter as hell! Is there anything,—I do not ay in the range of humanity—is there anything animated, that would not truggle againt this?"