T 
VI 
EVANGELINE 
■^HERE are two villages of Grand 
Pre. One lies on the slopes beyond 
the Cornwallis with the broad valley 
smihng before her doors. The other 
was founded by Longfellow and lies in the 
hearts of his readers and within the glowing 
lines of poetry, enveloped by the mists of 
romance. 
It is difficult to separate the two ; and the 
Grand Pre of reality is pervaded by a charm 
not her own from association with the Grand 
Pre of the poet. Lying on the hill-top above 
Grand Pre and looking over the peaceful 
meadow-lands on a summer day, we cease to 
behold the present scene, and the poet's fancy 
rises to take its place. 
We read the page before us, and the forest 
primeval occupies the neighbouring hills in 
spite of the fact that not a forest tree is now on 
them ; and we listen gratefully to the murmur- 
ing pines and the hemlocks, although there are 
not enough pine-trees in all Nova Scotia to 
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