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which surround me, give a natural beauty 
to the spot, which is truly enchanting. 
A lovely variety of birds serenade me 
morning and evening, rejoicing in their 
liberty and scarcity ; for I have as much 
as possible prohibited the grounds from 
invasion; and sometimes almost wished 
for game-laws, when my orders have not 
been sufficiently regarded. The partridge, 
the woodcock, and the pigeon, are too 
great temptations to the sportsmen to 
withstand. How greatly would it contri- 
bute to my happiness to welcome here my 
much esteemed friend. It is true we have 
a large portion of the blue-and-gold, of 
which you used to remind me, wheil you 
thought me an Egyptian; but, however I 
might hanker after the good things of 
America, I have been sufficiently taught 
to value and esteem other countries be- 
sides my own. 
You were pleased to inform us, that 
your adopted family flourished in your 
soil ; mine has received an addition. Mrs. 
Smith, Mr. Adams’s daughter, and the 
ORIGINAL POETRY. 
—<z_— 
LENORA; 
A new Translation from the German, in the 
metre of the Original. 
By GEORGE OLAUS BORROW. 
\ 7 HEN morning’s gleam was on the hill, 
From sleep Lenora Started : 
“My true love, art thon living still? 
How long shall we be parted?” 
With Frederick’s host her William went, 
But since the fight of Prague he sent 
No word to sooth her bosom,—rent 
With care, and anxious longing. 
The king and queen, who saw with pain 
Their gallant armies wasted, 
Made peace at last, and thus again 
The sweets of quiet tasted : 
And either host, with trumpet’s sound, 
And drums, which beat for miles around, 
Came home, — with verdant branches 
crown’d,— 
Unto their habitations. 
And every where, and every where, 
In busy thousands meeting, 
Stood young and old, with joyous air, 
To give the comers greeting. 
“ ‘Thank God!” the anxious mother cried, 
And likewise many a happy bride. 
Lenora’s hopes were sorely tried 
Qn that eventful morning. 
She sought the rear, she sought the flanks, 
And told the warriors over ; 
And yet mid all the armed ranks 
She could not see her Jover;: 
And, when the troops had hurried past, 
She spread her tresses to the blast, 
And on the groand herself she cast, 
And wept for bitter anguish. 
Original Poetry. 
[Nov. 1, 
wife of Colonel W. Stephen Smith, re- 
specting the name of the great literary 
benefactor of her native state, and, in 
grateful remembrance of the friendly 
attention and patriotic character of his 
present successor, has named her new- 
born son, Thomas-Hollis. 
Our government acquires confidence, 
strength, and stability, daily. Peace is 
in our borders, and plenty in our dwel- 
Jings ; we earnestly pray that the kindling 
flames of war, which appear to be bursting 
out iv Europe, may by no means be ex- 
tended to this rising nation. We enjoy 
freedom in as great a latitude as is consis- 
tent with our security and happiness. God 
grant that we may rightly estimate our 
blessings. 
Pray remember me in an affectionate 
manner to Dr. Price and Mrs. Jebb; and 
be assured, my dear sir, that I am, with 
every sentiment of love and esteem, 
Yours, &c. 
ABIGAIL ADAMs, 
And, as in tears she found relief, 
There came the mother, running: 
“My child, my child, evow thy grief,— 
So fearful, and so stunning.” 
**O mother! all my hope is lost, 
And blighted by an early frost ; 
Alike by God and angel crost : 
Ali! woe is me, forlorn one.” 
“ O child, beneath His mandate bow, 
And pray.a pater-noster ; 
The holy scriptures tell us how 
He loves the weak to foster.” 
“ Oh mother, mother,—gone,—is gone,— 
Toward me God hath harshly done, 
And shrift or prayer Dll have none,— 
For what would that avail me?” 
* O rise, and seek the holy priest, 
Who hath confest thee often ; 
And take the sacrament, at least, 
Which will thy sorrow soften.” 
“¢ Leave sacraments to prating knaves, 
Or fling them to the wind and waves: 
Will they lift dead men from their graves ? 
Will they restore my lover?” 
“Ah! child, perhaps in yonder land 
The ruthless monster tarries, 
And, having broke each sacred band, 
Another maiden marries : 
Ab! let him wander,—let him go,— 
Nor dim with grief thy lovely brow ; 
His falsehood soon will work him woe, 4 
4 “| 
And thou wilt have thy vengeance.” j 
“O mother, all your words are vain, ¥ 
And lost is lost for ever ; i 
Come, Death, and ease me of my pain, a] 
And life from body sever ; ; ‘ 
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