282 FROM A NEW ENGLAND HILLSIDE. 



LV. 



Oh ! Carry me back to ole Virginny. 



THIS note is written really and truly from 

 Underledge far from Underledge. At the 

 foot of the hill upon which stands the hotel, 

 flow the turbid waters of the Koanoke, un 

 der broad-leaved buttonwoods and smaller- 

 leaved persimmon trees. On the walls of the 

 hotel the Allamanda vines make a great 

 show, with their bright yellow blossoms, and 

 on the terrace the crimson hibiscus and the 

 motley lantana, with the broad-leaved ba 

 nana and rich green rubber plant, make 

 believe that they are in Bermuda. Around 

 us the mountains rise in every direction, 

 showing numerous CDnical peaks, the char 

 acteristic mountain forms of the picture 

 books of our childhood. It is a new sensa 

 tion to the eye accustomed to the long lines 

 of the elevated table-lands of New England, 

 to rest upon these forms, so different in 

 their details, so distinctly mountainous. 

 And as the mountains differ, so likewise 



