FOX-HUNTING- IN VIRGINIA. 



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which. Gren. Robert E. Lee was the modern exemj)lar. My 

 eye followed my thoughts to the distant hill, where, tow- 

 ering vast against the clear, blue sky, survivor of ten gen- 

 erations of my ancestors buried at its feet, a gnarled and 

 mighty oak points from the place of my father's honored 

 ashes to the rest of his noble soul. T rode slowly on. 



" Tears, idle tears; I know not what they mean. 

 Tears from the depths of some divine despair, 

 Rose in the heart and gathered to the eyes, 

 In looking on the happy autumn fields 

 And thinking of the days that are no more." 



