RECREATION. 



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the town of Wilkesbarre, while far on 

 either side rose the hills of Wyoming. 



We descended and entered the city, 

 when, rounding a corner, we came to the 

 meeting-house of the Quakers. The 

 old man paused, and pointing with his 

 cane to a little white house that nestled 

 in the shadow of the church, announced 

 that it was his home. I looked, and to 



my amazement saw, standing on the 

 veranda, my divinity of the morning. 



" Oh, sir !" I exclaimed, wringing 

 the hand of the old gentleman ; " yonder 

 stands my beautiful stranger, Remem- 

 ber our compact." 



'' What ! my daughter Jessie ?" he 

 cried in astonishment, as I fled down 

 the road. 



(to be continued.) 



