POETRY.

ron rItR KETcRFIgLD ENQUIRER. THE VILLAGE BELLE.
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ron TIfR KETcEzFIgLD ENQUIRER.

 THE VILLAGE BELLE. Slowly sinks the golden san,

 In iss wes.erp wavy he'd, The IabOrer'S daily toll is dOne.

 And he seeks his humble shed. Now the swains and maidens seek The eaower-bespangled, shady deiii Now, while breezes kiss her cheek, PrOmenades the village belle. That cheek is pale-but not with care 'Tis eclipse the Iily'S hae, And the rose that decks her hair, Nicer hath sipp'ed the morning dew. The smile upon her ruby lips

 6hames the bluShing summer morn; That graceful gait, as light she trips, Mocks the spOrtiVe bounding fawn. Say not that Italia's sky

 Can compare it's heavenly bIue With tho radiance of that eye,

 For 'tis but talo untrue. Ehvious maids will say shSss yaln-~ A proud coquette, with willy arts; Iris false--,hough oft with cruel chains, she binds her yielding lovers hearts. Lltchfeld, June, 1883. EOLIAN.