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sight of the tremendous
paces, at sight of
fist which the Farmer clenched."
Londra Gio Virtue 26. y Lane
PRIDE OF THE VILLAGE ;
A Domestic Story.
BY HANNAH MARIA JONES,
The Gipsy Mother, Emily Moreland, Rosaline Woodbridge, Scottish Chieftains, &c &c.
What is our hope? a rainbow in the skies,
That lures us on, but as we follow, flies!
What is our pleasure? but the dream that leads
'Mid elfin palaces and flowery meads,
Then wakes to dark reality-to woe
And all the ills that wait man's path below!
What is our trust?-the leaf in autumn's bower
Is not more frail, the phantom of an hour!
Yet let us deem not, though alike for all
The daily sun may shine, the dews may fall-
EMBELLISHED WITH SUPERIOR STEEL ENGRAVINGS.
GEORGE VIRTUE, 26, IVY LANE, PATERNOSTER ROW.