They used to say at the " Barley Mow"
That Bony was going to pass the plough
Clean over every palace top,
And clear the ground for another crop.

But the volks say this and the volks say that,
And one never knows what some chaps are at;
For, by and by, at Waterloo,
We took Nap in spite of his blustering crew.

I mind the time, for the day before
I, Jack Ward, and old Tom Shore
Fought the keepers by Burnt Wood Ride,
And the old squire's son got shot in the zide.

They named me Blucher for that same fight,
For I came up just at the fust twilight,
And went in at 'em hot and fast,
And stayed there, too, till the danger past.

Ah, they was times, and the beer was good
That we drank that night in Thorley Wood;—
But the cowards came with five more men,
Or we'd beaten the whole lot back again.

Our Waterloo I called it first,
Fair up and down, till we got the worst;
I only wish I were forty now,
And we had 'em again on Breakback Brow.

Ah! the turmots, they never looked so well
As the day I came from jail, and fell
Half giddy, there by Charford-hill,
And felt I wasn't a prisoner still.

One hundred and twelve last Lammas fair;
O yes, I live in the workhouse there;
But I don't get enough of the open lands,
And I've got the palsy in. both my hands.

I'm deaf, and I'm lame from a vall I had;
Well, I've lived my life, and I'm not a lad;
This churchyard here is a quiet lot—
So I've just come out to choose a spot.

NATIVE TRIBES OF NEW MEXICO.

IN THREE CHAPTERS. CHAPTER I.

[WE have the opportunity of presenting, in advance
of the publication of a book of travels by Dr. W. A.
Bell, F.R.G.S., recently engaged on the survey for a
Southern Railway to the Pacific Ocean, some very
curious and interesting matter.]

ARIZONA was separated from New Mexico
in 1863; it is desirable, however, for the
present purpose, to consider both territories
as a whole under the old name.

Four distinct races are now encountered
by the traveller in New Mexico. These
are:

1. The Americans . . .      about      13,000

2. The Mexicans  . . .           ,,         75,000

3. The Pueblo Indians .        ,,        16,000

4. The Wild Indians   . .        ,,        23,000

                                                      _ _____
                                                      127,000

The semi-civilised native races and their
natural enemies require to be treated of
separately. The Pueblo, or town Indians,
are the most remarkable and important
tribe to be found in any part of the United
States or Canada; they are, in fact, the
only native race whose presence on the soil
is not more of a curse than anything else.

Whilst on the plains, whatever belief
we had in the nobility of the redskin, or
the cruelty of the frontier man, quickly
vanished, and we learnt to regard the
Indian of the plains as the embodiment of
all that was cruel, dastardly, and degrading.
We were not long, however, in the Rio
Grande valley before we encountered a
new race, as different from our old enemies
as light from darkness.

I first met a small party of these people
on the plain a few miles west of the Pecos;
they were neatly dressed in buckskin shirt
and breeches, which latter fitted tightly to
their legs; they wore moccasins on their
feet and a girdle around their waist. Their
heads were bare, their hair black, and cut
square in front almost to the eyebrows, but
gathered up behind into a queue, and bound
round with red cord, a narrow band also
passed over the hair in front and was
fastened underneath. They were short in
stature, thickly built, with quiet intelligent
faces and large sorrowful eyes. I have
never, during my residence in their valley,
seen a Pueblo Indian laugh; I do not
remember even a smile. They carried no
arms that we could discover, but each
pushed before him a little hand-cart
composed of a body of wicker-work on wooden
wheels, filled with grapes, the produce of
their vineyards. They were on their way
to Las Vegas, and seemed so sure of a good
market, that we had to pay ten dollars for
a large basket of grapes weighing from fifty
to eighty pounds. At Santa Fé I watched
these people coming and going, bringing
their produce in the morning peaches,,
grapes, onions, beans, melons, and hay for
sale, then buying what necessaries they
wanted, and trudging off in the afternoon
quietly and modestly to their country
villages. I looked on them with pity, and
wondered what they thought of this new
state of things, and how they liked the
intruders whose presence they bore so
meekly. I met Mr. Ward, their agent,
who treats them as the kindest father would
his children, and often went to his house,
where Indian parties from a distance were
sure to resort for information and advice.
When I left Santa Fé I passed through
many of their villages, saw them in their
house, visited their fields and vineyards,.
and watched them as they assembled on
their housetops at sunrise to look for the
coming of Montezuma from the east.

The semi-civilised Indian of the United
States is only to be found in New Mexico
and Arizona, south of the thirty-sixth
parallel of latitude, nor is there any proof
whatever but some vague traditions to show