That day John Smith was arrested, and, being bluntly charged with
the murder, confessed all. Castello was immediately released, and
went forth a free man.
In four weeks Smith was no more of earth; he had paid the penalty of
his crimes, and died not only a murderer but a perjured man.
The next Sabbath the pastor of the church discoursed upon the
subject, and an indescribable thrill pervaded the hearts of some of
the people as they repeated the words, "Forgive us our trespasses as
we forgive those who trespass against us."
GONE AWAY.
HERE, where now are mighty cities,
Once the Indians' wigwam stood;
Once their council-fires illumined,
Far and near, the tangled wood.
Here, on many a grass-grown border,
Then they met, a happy throng;
Rock and hill and valley sounded
With the music of their song.
Now they are not,--they have vanished,
And a voice doth seem to say,
Unto him who waits and listens,
"Gone away,--gone away."
Yonder in those valleys gathered
Many a sage in days gone by;
Thence the wigwam's smoke ascended,
Slowly, peacefully, on high.
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