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its colors, and the velvet cheeks of the nymphs are 
dyed with the reflection of its blushes. It gives us 
pleasure to enrich our pages with the following beauti¬ 
ful gem, transplanted from the Land of Roses into our 
native soil by Miss Costello, and entitled 
THE FAIREST LAND. 
“ ‘Tell me, gentle traveler, thou 
Who hast wandered far and wide, 
Seen the sweetest roses blow, 
And the brightest rivers glide; 
Say, of all thy eyes have seen, 
Which the fairest land has been V 
‘ Lady, shall I tell thee where 
Nature seems most blest and fair, 
Par above all climes beside ?— 
’T is where those we love abide. 
And that little spot is best 
Which the loved one’s foot hath pressed. 
‘ Though it be a fairy space, 
Wide and spreading is the place; 
Though ’t were but a barren mound, 
’T would become enchanted ground. 
‘ With thee yon sandy waste would seem 
The margin of A1 Cawthar’s stream; 
And thou canst make a dungeon’s gloom, 
A bower, where new-born roses bloom.”’ 
