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Tho' at times her spirits sank: Shaped her heart with woman's meekness

To all duties of her rank :

And a gentle consort made he,

And her gentle mind was such That she grew a noble lady,

And the people loved her much. But a trouble weigh'd upon her,

And perplex'd her, night and morn, With the burthen of an honour

Unto which she was not born.

Faint she grew, and ever fainter,

And she murmur'd, “Oh, that he Were once more that landscape-painter

Which did win my heart from me!”
So she droop'd and droop'd before him,

Fading slowly from his side:
Three fair children first she bore him,

Then before her time she died.

Weeping, weeping late and early,

Walking up and pacing down, Deeply mourn’d the Lord of Burleigh,

Burleigh-house by Stamford-town. And he came to look upon her,

And he look'd at her and said, Bring the dress and put it on her,

That she wore when she was wed.” Then her people, softly treading,

Bore to earth her body, drest In the dress that she was wed in,

That her spirit might have rest.




Squampash Flatts, 9th November, 1827. DEAR BROTHER

Here we are, thank Providence, safe and well, and in the finest country you ever

At this moment I have before me the sublime

expanse of Squampash Flatts— the majestic Mudiboo winding through the midst—with the magnificent range of the Squab Mountains in the distance. But the prospect is impossible to describe in a letter! I might as well attempt a Panorama in a pill-box!

We have fixed our Settlement on the left bank of the river. In crossing the rapids we lost most of our heavy baggage and all our iron work, but by great good fortune we saved Mrs. Paisley's grand piano and the children's toys.

Our infant city consists of three log huts and one of clay, which however, on the second day, fell in to the ground landlords. We have now built it up again ;--and all things considered are as comfortable as we could expect—and have christened our settlement New London, in compliment to the Old Metropolis. We have one of the log houses to ourselves— or at least shall have when we have built a new hog-stye. We burnt down the first one in making a bonfire to keep off the wild beasts, and for the present the pigs are in the parlour. As yet our rooms are



rather usefully than elegantly furnished. We have gutted the Grand Upright, and it makes a convenient cupboard,—the chairs were obliged to blaze at our bivouacs, but thank Heaven we never have leisure to sit down, and so do not miss them. My boys are contented, and will be well when they have got over some awkward accidents in lopping and felling. Mrs. P. grumbles a little, but it is her custom to lament most when she is in the midst of comforts. She complains of solitude, and says she could enjoy the very stiffest of stiff visits.

The first time we lighted a fire in our new abode, a large serpent came down the chimney, which I looked upon as a good omen. However, as Mrs. P. is not partial to snakes, and the heat is supposed to attract those reptiles, we have dispensed, with fires

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