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culture and country life lias bestowed upon them. — 

 This is truthfulness to nature. This is the hiorher 

 and better part of our social existence. Mr. Words- 

 worth many years ago impersonated this sentiment in 

 one of his poetic characters, which he found in real life. 

 In the neat and beautiful poem of "' The Farmer of Tils- 

 bury Vale," he traced the career of a husbandman, who, 

 compelled by misfortune to give up his country home, 

 dragged out his remaining days amid the trials and 

 hardships of the crowded city. But his heart never lost 

 the fragrance of his early occupation : 



' 'Mid coaches and chariots, a wagon of straw, 

 Like a magnet, the heart of old Adam can draw ; 

 With a thousand soft pictures his memory will teem, 

 And his hearing is touched with the sounds of a dream. 



Up the Haymarket hill he oft whistles his way. 

 Thrusts his hands in a wagon, and smells at the hay ; 

 He thinks of the fields he so often hath moAvn, 

 And is happy as if the rich freight were his own. 



But chiefly to Smithfield he loves to repair. 

 If you pass by at morning, you'll meet with him there. 

 The breath of the cows you may see him inhale, 

 And his heart all the while is in Tilsbury Vale. 



Now farewell, old Adam ! W'hen low thou art laid. 



May one blade of grass spring over thy head ; 



And I hope that thy grave, wheresoever it be. 



Will hear the winds sigh through the leaves of a tree." 



At the conclusion of Gov. Bullock's remarks, which 

 were frequently applauded, the President introduced 

 Gen. Banks, who was greeted with a perfect ovation of 



