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And where !. hc--not by her side,


Whose every want he loved to tend
Not DER these vallies wandering wide


Where sweetly lost, he oft would wend
That form he loved, be marks no more, as


Those scenes admired, no more shall see
Those scenes are lovely as before,


Aud she is fair, but where is he?


NErIE.


Al the close Of a tranquil day, in the
autumn of ls--, asccnded the gentle
eminence which overlooks the town of
W, situated in one cf the most de-
tigh!ful regions Of Pennsylvania. | had
ccepted an invitation from my travel
ing companion, an artist ito accompany
him On pleasant tour, in search Of
health, which a residence in the city du
ring the intense heat of summer, had
title impaired. My flicnd gazcd with
al the admiration of a painter, upon the
prospect which lay spread out before u'.
The mountains which environed the
town, rose distinct in the distance, and !.
,lel;cate blue haze, like the faintest tintsl
Of finished picture, had gathered over
heir irregular undulations, as they lay
reposing in the mellow light which az
tends the gorgeous setting of an autumn
sun. srgr i
The little village beneath our feet was
surprisingly reai and beautiful. Pretty
white buildings with pleasant enclosures,
were scattered along the bread street, and
here and there mansion, indicating By
its outward resemblance of village spien-
dor, the superior condition of its oecu-
pants. We a:ightea at the village inn,
and en- The fol.o~ing morning my friend
exhibited specimer., Of his art TO the G..
.izens who ehaae~, % drop IN, and &c