Over the Hill.BT ANNA M. FITCH.i the brow of night,a grouped In the vala bntnw;I out from line distant hisrbt, of the stream win enchainedte night winds manned abroad, were gathering fait—and still readeo the weary road,»the •ummit and’ over the hill.th lay long o’tr this lonely wild!ii dark,, and forlorn the n light T ►row and aormoly am I ltd, aloft to the ridgy bight: traversed the dreary waste, the promised healing rill; life will be aweet to the taste,I shall drink them over the hill***know of the Song-aonght short, ing that awaits in that strangermt and returned no more,r of them now aw a silent hand,** t crowned the traveler's brow, of Uie summons he went to fulfill; f that Realm went a message, andwelcome him over the hill.ie day when an angel came,the gateway across the w Med out, and she breatheded a wav with their only child.|C4the echo along the moor, b it died in a nameless thrill; ia woe* at his desolate door, its be sought a'way over the hill.Mr. Editor.-ft mail leave* morning1. Th pare a few no The Stara ithe ramparts Gregg, and Si so much thatus nor to the jet planted t walls, hut cotthere is bn is kept for lutea. The P ing, but by hi laid with the works, as the have gone int now making I harbor.In the capti (the 39th) hiour Hag on he parts ; by li;»!morning the Inntricitir* {■«»«