Must we then part! ah, till this heavy hour,
Fraught with the leaden weight of sorrowing years,
I could have stemmed grief's tide like some light shower,
Where shows a rainbow hope to quell all idle fears.

But the dim phantoms of o'er shadowed pleasures,
Gleaming thro' gathering mists that cloud my heart,
Lend but a transient ray, those fragile treasures--
And heavier darkness falls to gloom the thought "We part!"

JUNE 22, 1850.

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ORIGINAL CORRESPONDENCE.

RAMBLES IN THE PENINSULA.

NO. II.

GRENADA, May 26, 1850.

My Dear Friend--My companion, Mr. Ronalds, left this morning in the
diligence for Madrid, and I am, therefore, for the first time since I
have been in Europe _alone_--the only citizen of the United States at
present in this ancient Moorish city: _alone_, I may almost say, in
the midst of paradise. Yet the beauties of nature will not compensate
for the solitude of the heart, which is continually yearning after
sympathy; we wish for something beyond the pleasures of the eye, and
I would that you were with me. I would take you up to me Alhambra,