No. I3.

p oETR Y.

THE MINSTREL OF ouACHITA
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 BY I, e TUfpER, rsq. Ohl heard ye at nightfall, when quietness fell On hamlet and palace on dngle and dell, The voice of some Minstrel, in varied strains, Rise sweety and softly OCT woodland and plains An yes, as the magic ol moonlight and shade, Retaingly pleasing, began to peryade he toreSt-clad vallIes and deep-shaded glen, And solitude ragned in the bosoms of men The low dreamy cadence Of minstrelsy stole In metrcal numbers deep into the soul; Then, mountHlly sinking. melted away Like tlnSes oi glory as closes the day. Oh sweet was the music that fell from her tongue, And mystic the magic that round ii there hung, For, ere she concluded her beautiful lay, A tear from it's fountain would secretly stray An ! mellow and mournful and sad was the song She measured So strangely, yet sweetly along; And as il was uttered with feeling and art It iound deep welcome home-home in the heart Its tones were IS soft as the sigh of the sea That tranqmty murmars along the sand lea; And 10" as the whisper of mutual love When cynthia pours richly her light from above At times into volume it's measures would roll, In numbers that starle and kindlc the soul Then faint as the echo of yirginai sigh, Would sink into murmurs 10 mellow and die. Ohl like the first vision Of nfantile years, And cherished affections that childhood endears, Will sonnet and minstrel and melody find A home in the heart and throne in the mind. WAsHINGroN, ARKANsts, Nov. 27, lsf4

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