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THE EXILE FROM "REECH® S1EREY | i 2: i if? ir Though Alpine heights whose snowy peaks appear Above the fléecy clouds majestically rear; ' And though Niagara's foaming floods our minds inspire With reverential awe, or tune the poet's lyre, , i od iE Sag g § i There is to me a more inspiring theme, In the low hills or sluggish meandring stream ; Your dear old haunts where in my boyhood days Careless of time I'sauntered in thy ways, And in my plastic mind those hours were born ; Those hallowed forms which time has deeply worn, And now like angels' visits do appear To soothe phe hours of care with meniories dear. { i 8] fig Yes, dear old Reach, thou dt my fairy home, Dear in proportion as from thee I roam, And hold around my heart thy magic wand To lure me back to thy devoted strand. How well ny memory holds thro' half a century's care | And scenes tho' trivial left tlieir image there? Kind and inspiring to my riper years, r As silver cloud above the earth appears. Fear not tho' thy plain landscapes scarce compare ° With monntains slopes or castles built in air ; To many au absent son thou art,more fair Thau*Ande's towering heights or Aétna's glares How carelessly thy swains thy fields survey, Or pass with careless trend the cheerless way , To soe those fields are fraught with memories dear, And floods of scenes on those highivays appear. I've seen upon thy paths scarce less than angels' feet; the wall. The next a sign: I've seen the Venus form and the rose-painted cheek 5 '- placed over. the clock, It read; ™ Tre felt my heart to falter it's Ninctions to despise; > ' | 'eloek Is for the tise of the gues As T'viewed thewangel visage and the love inspiring eyes. « hotel only." --Buccess Magazin Let me sit upou a boulder, near the old school house of yore, Profigute Speadthrifts, Let me glean the field of memory of its ever failing store's: - | The wealth of many of the auclent' g : Let me rest upon a hillock in some old neglected Jane Romans. was reckoued far into the}. FTE And I'll be--if but a minute--I will be a boy again; : a1 tay Sts bet There is a place more-sacred than any spot oh earth Eg oe Jey than S000, » * Tis the old secluded village, the pldce that gave me bivth, "4 jiiions; ST all th a 1 Where 1 stored niy early memory, with visages most fair, * than § year. Records show that. Ang in thy bright horizon built my castles it the air. J spendthrift paid $150,000 for one: 3 : per. Horace tells is that Pegellus, : ~ Written by Peter Stouténburg; who was born in the village of Utica i in3 pele ; «Township of Reach; in 1841, and lived iu that. neighborliood unti | swallowed a pear! worth nearly' _abotit 20 years'old, when! he moved to' Collingwood; where lie 'stil 7000. The estate of Crassus was yalt resides. Lf ord # STR C7 fat $8,400,000. Lucullus dined at £% = ; 5 Ebaky ae Lo | vite of $8,000 ® meal for w ; : Tenta) :