Home scenes made vivid by the sad refrain Yet mid the gloom and doubt the living learned But nature soon forgets: that camp is lost, To hear the Perkiomen sing to-day. Let not our hearts forget. Lo! Time makes plain The Perkiomen all the autumn day. Stands on the banks of its beautiful stream the city he founded. There all the air is balm, and the peach is the emblem of beauty, And the streets still re-echo the names of the trees of the forest, As if they fain would appease the Dryads whose haunts they molested. There from the troubled sea had Evangeline landed, an exile, Finding among the children of Penn a home and a country. There old René Leblanc had died; and when he de parted, Saw at his side only one of all his hundred descendants. Something at least there was in the friendly streets of the city, Something that spake to her heart, and made her no longer a stranger; And her ear was pleased with the Thee and Thou of the Quakers, For it recalled the past, the old Acadian country, Where all men were equal, and all were brothers and sisters. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. THE MESCHIANZA. "THE Meschianza was chiefly a tilt and tournament, with other entertainments, as the term implies, and was given on Monday, the 18th of May, 1778, at Wharton's country-seat, in Southwark, by the officers of General Howe's army, to that officer on his quitting the command to return to England."- WATSON. 0 CITY, the beloved of Penn, How was your quiet startled when How looked your tranquil founder down Methinks that patriarch and his peers, Who fashioned all your staid retreats, The May was there, the blue-eyed May; There, in the broad, clear afternoon, A swarm of barges moved away, What time the Doge threw in the tide Mid these were mighty platforms drawn, Great swimming floors, o'er which were rolled Like tropic isles of flowery light A thousand rowers rocked and sung, Mellow flute and silver viol, |