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Show HIS LAST POEM. In the highlands, in tho country places, Whore tho old, plain men have rosy faces And tho young fair maidens Quiet eyes; Where essential silence cheers and blesses. And forever in the hill recesses Her more lovely musio Broods and dies. Oh, to mount agj's where erst I haunted, Where the old red hills are bird enchanted, And tho low green meadows Bright with sward; And when evening dies, tho million tinted, And the night has come, and planets glinted, jLo, the valloy hollow Lamp bes tarred I Oh, to dream, oh, to awake and wander There, and with delight to take and readcJ Through tho trance of silence Quiet breath; Lo, for there, among the flowers and grasses, Only the mightier movement sounds a4 passes, Only winds and rivers, Life and death. Nero's Appearance. In his youth Nero was remarkably handsomo, but early in manhood his habits of dissipation made him exceedingly exceed-ingly corpulent To judge from his medals and the descriptions left of him he must have weighed over 200 pounds. His features were regular, but his eyes were so protuberant as to be almost a deformity, and he was nearsighted, so much so that ho could not recognize his s5S3iatancB nnrogs tha street |