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EVANGELINE,

A TALE OF ACADIE.

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EVANGELINE.

This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines

and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct

in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and pro

phetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on

their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neigh

bouring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail

of the forest.

This is the forest primeval; but where are the

hearts that beneath it Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland

the voice of the huntsman?

Where is the thatch -roofed village, the home of

Acadian farmers,— Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the

woodlands, Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an

image of heaven? Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers for

ever departed! Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty

blasts of October Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them

far o'er the ocean. Nought but tradition remains of the beautiful village

of Grand-Pré.

Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and en

dures, and is patient, Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's

devotion, List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines

of the forest; List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.

EVANGELINE.

PART THE FIRST.

I.

In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of

Minas, Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand

Pré Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched

to the eastward, Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks

without number. Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with

labour incessant, Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons

the flood-gates Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er

the meadows. West and south there were fields of flax, and or

chards, and cornfields, Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and

away to the northward

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