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Zenobia bade us welcoave each

of us her hand, which was very soft and war

appropriate, I recollect, to say to every individual; and what she said

towished to know you, Mr Coverdale,

and to thank you for your beautiful poetry, some of which I have

learned by heart; or rather it has stolen intoany choice or volition about the matter Of course--per an occupation in which you

have done yourself so ive you up

as an associate, than that the world should lose one of its true poets!"

"Ah, no; there will not be the slightest danger of that, especially

after this inesti, no doubt, with excess of pleasure "I hope, on the contrary,

now to produce so that shall really deserve to be called

poetry,--true, strong, natural, and sweet, as is the life which we are

going to lead,--so through it, or a strain like the wind anthems in the woods,

as the case ?" asked Zenobia,