Wo ho ! the satiate traveler stays Where eve's cahu glories shine. To weep as tells of other days, De Lancy's ancient pine.

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Al a short distance from Lydig's mills, on the property of Mr. Leonard .\I.\; •'••<, may be s<;en the ruins of an old chateau, since the residence of Lewis If. Guerlain. The following inscription upon a marble monument hard by, so touchingly records the history of its former inmates, that any further account would be needless.

A.D. 1793, Sacred to the memory of virtue, merit and beauty ; to

SARAH GUERLAIX,

tlie beloved consort of Lewis II. G r e k l a i n.

Alas ! 'tis in vain ! the spirit has fled ! Sarah has sunk in the tonib, The beauty of nature lies mix'd witli the dead Gods ! how severe is the doom : As a delicate lily that blows in tlie vale, That springs to perfection and dies,

So she bloomed, and then sickened ; but, shall we bewail ! The grave of the pure is the path to the skies, Eteesity how long 1

In 1798, 7th March, Sarah died in the West Indies, in the twentieth year of her age -- in the passage from St. Croix to St. Christopher's -- and was brought back by her disconsolate husband to his peaceful mansion, the place of their union, the 4th of October, 1795.

Immediately north of the village of West Farms lies " Bronx Dale," the wooded sides of which present a most romantic appearance. In this neighborhood is a small scattered hamlet containing two public houses, two stores and about twenty dweUings; also the extensive bleach factory of the late Mr. James Bolton. Mr. Bolton, was a native of Great Bolton in Lancashire, where he v.-as born on the 8th May, 17 So; he was the youngest son of John Bolton" and grandson of James Bolton by his wife