None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.

Tears fell when thou wert dying, . .

' From eyes unused to weep,

And long, where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep.

When hearts whose truth was proven, ,

Like thine, are laid in earth.

There should a wreath be woven ' „.

To tell the world their worth. ._ t

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And 1, who wake each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and wo were thine, --

It should be mine to braid it "

Around thy faded brow ; But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now,

While memory bids me weep thee, ~ ' Nor thoughts nor words are free.

The grief is fixed too deeply That mourns a man like thee.

Upon Waddington point, the south-west projection of the Planting neck, is situated Blythe place, the estate of Francis Barretto, Esq. The house is a handsome edifice of stone. The grounds are richly wooded, and the views of the river extensive, and singularly beautiful. Mr. Barretto for many years represented this county in assembly. In the immediate vicinity of Blythe place, and near the public landing, stands the residencea of the late Thomas Leggett, (now occupied by his widow) whose ancestors have been resident proprietors of the great jilanting neck, since the year 1690, if not before.