...valley. Oh, after many roving years, &c. in. I wish I could recall again that bright and blameless joy, And summon to my weary heart the feelings of a boy. But I look on scenes of past delight, without my wonted pleasure, YOUR LOT IS FAR ABOVE ME. i. Your lot...

...come Back to the dwelling-place of youtn — Our first and dearest home : — To turn away our wearied eyes From proud Ambition's towers, And wander in those...on the bed of death Gaze coldly on their treasure." The party, after providing as far as it was possible for the wants of Mr. Denton, resumed its journey,...

...hours. " But I am changed since last I gazed Upon that tranquil scene, And sat beneath the old witch elm That shades the village green; And watched my boat...on the bed of death Gaze coldly on their treasure." When Captain Tucker's relief party were going to Donner Lake, they left a portion of their provisions...

...And sat beneath the old witch elm That shades the village green; And watched my boat upon the brookIt was a regal galley — And sighed not for a joy on...on the bed of death Gaze coldly on their treasure." When Captain Tucker's relief party were going to Donner Lake, they left a portion of their provisions...

...watched my boat upon the brook, It was a regal galley, And sighed not for a joy on earth, Beside tha happy valley. I wish I could once more recall That...As misers on the bed of death, Gaze coldly on their treasures. Just as their last provisions were exhausted, they reached a place where Capt. Tucker had...

...shades the village green; And watched my boat upon the brookIt was a regal galley — And sighed not Ior a joy on earth, Beyond the happy valley. "I wish I...on the bed of death Gaze coldly on their treasure." When Captain Tucker's relief party were going to Donner Lake, they left a portion of their provisions...

...brook, It was a regal galtey, Amd sighed not for a joy on earth, 'eyond that happy valley. IT \* 3 wish I could once more recall That bright and blissful...on the bed of death Gaze coldly on their treasure. John Penton LAKE. NEVAEJA Background picture from William Cullen Bryant, Picturesque America. The Forgotten...

...hours. But I am changed since last I gazed Upon that tranquil scene, And sat beneath the old witch elm That shades the village green; And watched my boat...on the bed of death Gaze coldly on their treasure. The Englishman had turned back to England. Eddy shook his head and put the daybook away. It amazed...