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Mind and Matter —a Story of Domestic Life —by the
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Nellie Mayfield—a Sketch of School-Life—by Cousin
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Recollections of Lacy Jones, Esq.
The Young Christian's Departure.
Funeral Thoughts—by Mat Myrtle.
To My Sister—by G. P. T.
“To Look and Feel ”—by L. M. 0.
Ode to Winter—by same.
The Gallery of Grief.
Pilgrimage of J. W. D.
Incident in the Life of Washington—by M. L.
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a 5.— 67," and “Lizzie F.” must send in their names
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A PRIZE POEM.
We have the pleasure of presenting to our
readers to-day, a Poem to which has been award
ed one of the prizes so liberally offered by the
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for the encouragement of the genius and literary
talent of the South. The two prizes for poetical
compositions, and that for the bes bLiterary Essay,
have been awarded. The prizo articles, with
the names of the authors, will ho published in
successive numbers of our paper. We com
mence the publication to-day, with what has
been declared by the judges, (who were ignorant
of the origin of any of the pieces submitted to
them,) to be the best Poem under sixty lines. —
This composition is entitled, A Dream of Lo
cust Dell, and its author is Mrs. Julia L. Keyes,
of Montgomery, Ala.; it will be found on the next
column.
The fortunate and talented lady to whom the
prize has fallen, has an hereditary title to literary
distinction. She is a daughter of Mrs. Caroline
Lee Hentz. She has not won an undisputed
laureL It is gratifying to announce that the
prizo was awarded to Mrs. Keyes, over thirty
competitors of both sexes.
Several of the poems submitted were, in the
estimation of the Committee, of so nearly equal
merit with that of Mrs. Keyes, that it was only
after repeated perusals, and much deliberation,
that the selection was finally made. Wo hope
that we shall be permitted, in future numbers of
the Field and Fireside, to publish these poems
which have so honorably, though unsuccesfully,
competed for the prize.
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the award for the best Agricultural Essay. —
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(some of those which have been sent in are quite
voluminous,) the award of the prize for tho best
Novelette may possibly be delayed yet a week
or two.
We regret that an Essay on Labor, and two
poems, Hours gone by, and the May Queen , in
tended to compete for the prizes, were received
by us too late to be handed in for the considera
tion of the arbiters.
DIKE SOVXXSIUS REED &MM EX&SSX9S.
[Written for the Southern Field and Fireside.]
A DREAM OF LOCUST DELL.
A PRIZE POEM.
BY MBS. JULIA L. KKTB*.
What spell of enchantment is that which enthralls me. t
When winding the mystical mazes of dreams ?
What spirit is that which alluringly calls me,
And leads me away, over mountains and streams ?
I see from afar a rich landscape unfolding—
A beautiful grove —a lake sleeping below—
Tis my own Locust Dell once more I'm beholding.
As on wings of the zephyr, then, floating. I go.
I have reached it again, and the misty reflection
Os childhood o'erpowers me with pleasure and («in:
These inusings, they seem but a dim recollection
Os something I've lost that I cannot regain.
I wander along, in this Lethean existence.
I weep, and my tears fall like dew on the grass;
I see a white mansion, not now in the distance ;
I touch my own gate latch, and entering, I pass.
So lightly and cautiously treading. I enter
The hall where my voice in its infancy rung—
I (muse for a moment, w hen reaching the centre,
And list for the sound of some welcoming tongue.
The quivering moonbeams and shadows are falling,
Like ghastly illusions, along the dark floor.
Why, suddenly, thus, Is that vision appalling ?
Why throbs my wild heart as it ne'er throbbed before ?
To open the chambers, I now am unwilling ; .
No farther the mansion I wish to explore:
I foul a strange dampness the atmosphere filling—
The cold wind is rushing within the hall door.
“Oh! where are the loved ones ? oh! where have they wan
dered?
Why stands the dear homestead thus bared to the blast ?
Twas thus, while weak,fainting with anguish, I pondered,
That memory appeared with a scroll of the past
The spirit of slumber still did not forsake me;
Again, as on wings of the zephyr I flew,
The cool, vap'rous breath of the mom did not wake me’
I threaded the labyrinth of dreaming anew.
I saw, by a clear gushing fountain, a flower—
On its bosom, a drop of the crystaline spray ;
I stooped, but the spell of some magical (tower
Prevented my taking the blossom away.
I watched the bright pearl-drop; it slowly distended—
The blush of the rose seemed the hue of the sky;
7 saw a new world in the ether suspended—
Its groves and its lakes, I could faintly espy.
Amid clustering trees a white mansion was gleaming—
Two wandered together, beneath the soft shade;
The (icarl-drop has fallen—l wake from my dreaming.
To see the long shadows the sunbeams have made.
Oh ! I know 'tis the absent I've seen in my sleeping !
Unto mansions our Saviour prepared, they are gone—
Love's vigilance, still, o'er their child they are keeping ;
When I pass the dark valley, I'll not be alone.
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BT w e have the pleasure of offering to our
readers, to-day, the first letter of our Paris Cor
respondent. He is a friend, who has been long
resident abroad, of high literary, and higher per
sonal merit. Our readers may he sure that they
will never have from him other than a truthful,
conscientious statement of facts, and an honest
appreciation of them. In his speculations upon
passing events, we expect to be compelled some
times to differ from him. And we would not
he understood as always endorsing his opinions,
even when we are silent. Our friend is young
er than we, and, perhaps, more amiable. This,
liowevor, we don’t' like to admit; hut would
willingly believe that, being younger, ho is na
turally more hopeful, and less severe; more
hopeful of good, social, and political, from events
as they occur, and less severe in his judgment
of men and motives. We believe, however,
that he is, at last, after tho teaching of ten
years of history, persuaded of what, we remem
ber, he would never admit to us, when we were
fellow correspondents in Paris, viz: that there
is little, almost nothing, of healthy and health
ful republicanism, or present capacity for good
popular government in France, Italy, or any
considerable part of Continental Europe. We
perceive that ho is disposed to hope that the
war will be confined to Italy, foi this reason,
among others, that the Emperor of France repudi
ates all intention and desire of territorial conquest!
Now, we do here feel inclined not merely to dis
sent from, hut almost to rebuke, our credulous,
and too amiable correspondent. We know that
ho has seen in France, during the last ten 3-ears,
what ought to convince even his optimism, that
absolutely no reliance is to be placed upon tho
pledged word, or solemn oath, of the Emperor of
France. Napoleon 111 may possibly perform
what he promises, and ho may not do what 110
says he will not; hut if such coincidence should
he remarked, the obligation of his word, or oath,
will have tended in no way to produce it: it
will be simply because his views of expediency,
at the moment of performance, happen to consist
with the terms of his promise—notliing more,
nothing less.
Having said this much in order to define our
own position with regard to our friend who is
to lie “our Paris correspondent - ’ —wo like
always, and in all matters, well defined positions
—we leave him to make his own way with our
readers. It is quite likely that, when we differ,
the majority of them will agree with him, rather
than with ourselves. We feel sure that his let
ters will prove interesting and valuable. He
does not mean to confine himself as strictly as
he has done in this first letter, to grave military
and. political matters. Literature, science, art,
and, peradventure, sometimes, the fashions, will
share his attention:
Paris, 16 June, 1859.
Entering the Field to-day as } our Paris cor
respondent, I pray you let me begin outside of
Paris, and behind the present date—securing,
so to speak, my base of operations. This city is,
indeed, my headquarters, but supplies of news
must be got up from Italy, and from over the
Rhine, and from across the Channel. Pardon
me, but, really, this Italihn war—with its ex
citing rush and whirl, its victories crowding on
each other, its armies in rapid advance, and'in
flight—has filled us civilians all with a military
spirit, especially us knights of the pen, whom it
has turned, if not into warriors, into secretaries
of the war. The change in our functions natu
rally affects our st3'le. Withal, we are become
cunning strategists, so that most of us feel quite
capable of advising this or that movement to tho
Austrians, and of penetrating the secret of the
plans of the allies. Let us pass in brief review
their doings for the past few weeks.
Hardly two weeks ago, all that part of Pied-
mont —a most rich anil fertile part —by East of
the Sesia, and North of the Po. w'as in the hands
of the Austrians, who abused .their temporary
power over the country as an unprincipled var
let abuses his brief authority over a hired horse.
To-day, nearly all that part of Lombardy—by
far the richest and most populous part—is in
possession of its rightful Italian owners, under
the provisional government of intendants ap
pointed by the King of Sardinia —or, rather, by
Count Cavour, who. much more than that royal
Zouave, is the real King of Italy to-dav. The
youngest of your readers, by a look on his
map, can see as clearly as the ablest of editors,
or best informed of correspondents could show
them, the importance of the allied advance, and
of the Austrian retreat. But the distances from
Vercelli to Brescia, and from Laveno to Cremona,
do not measure the full extent of the Austrian loss
es which have followed each other in so rapid suc
cession. To go back to the battle of Magenta, or ra
ther to the cluster of combats, if we may so say, for
there was not properly a ranged battle —which
took place near that town the 4th of June. The al
lies call it a great victory. A very dear, con
siderably detailed, and not swaggering report,
of the same published in the Moniteur last Fri
da}*, and attributed to the pen of Napoleon him
self, who certainly|had “access to original sources
of information" represent it as such. The
Austrians, on the contrary, and their reporter,
Count Giulay, declare it was not a defeat —but
they went away. They have said and done
likewise on occasion of several other battles, this
campaigu. In fact, according to their account,
they have not been beaten yet. They certainly
are harder to beat by bulletins than by bayonets,
as the Zouaves, who are not literary but terri
bly “searching” with that pointed argument, have
demonstrated. They “went away ’ then, from
the battle field South-east by eastward, and from
the fortress of Pavia, eastward, and from Milan
South-eastward, leaving behind them at the two
last mentioned places, guns and valuable mu
nitions of war—but carrying off from Milan, it
is reported, twenty political prisoners. The
sixth of June, the municipality of the city went
out to compliment the Emperor as their deliver-'
er. The eighth of June, the allied monarchs,
entered the city, welcomed by the Milanese with
the most enthusiastic outburst of long-suppress
ed feeling, with waving handkerchiefs, and a
storm of flowers, and deafening shouts, and fast
flowing tears.
Plenteousjoys;
Wanton in their fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
A little girl, pushed and pushing through the
crowd, running under the horses’ feet, reached
the stirrups of Marshal Canrobert, as lie rode at
the head of his division. He hoists her to his
foot, then to the saddle, where he seats her be
fore him, when she raises her tiny arm, and
places a wreath on his head. Marshal Canro
bert, when there are not a few thousand of the
enemy to be killed, is a very pleasant, benevo
lent, slightly elderly gentleman, as the soldiers,
the ladies, and his own physiognomy will tell
you.
A word in passing, for future reference, as to
this Italian enthusiasm. All witnesses whom I
read or hear, agree in describing it as indescri
bable, so ardent, so expansive is its character.
There is no doubt of its sincerity. But it is ex
cessive and must be followed by a revulsion. Ex
travagant hope, without calculation, failing to
be realised in full, as fail it must, will be followed
by equally irrational scepticism or despair. The
past history of Italy, and of popular deinonstra
tionsin this very Milan, warns us how little con
fident our expectations of good should be.
Meantime, to cover the retreat of the rest, a
large body of Austrian troops made a stand at
Marignan, midway between Milan and Lodi.
They were driven from their position by the
French, under Bamguay, D’Hilliers, after a
fierce and bloody combat, on the eighth of June.
They now continued their plan of retreat, with
drawing from the great stronghold of Plaisance,
and all other stations in Parma, from the strong
places of Pizzighettone and Cremona on the Lom
bard bank of the Po, from the Romagna into
Modena, and then from Modena, from Brescia on
the North; lastly, from Crema —over the Po,
over the Adda, over the Oglio, leaving spiked
cannon, and great supplies of munitions, and
broken bridges behind them; followed by Ital
ian curses, and the steadily advancing allies,
and improvised Sardinian provisional* govern
ment —concentering in what promises to be the
great battle-field of this campaign, perhaps the
most famous battlefield in modern European his
tory, since Waterloo. Nous verrons: En atten
dant, voyons.
The Austrians have fallen back, and are
marshalling their forces on the line of the Min
cio. In the rear, they have the famous quad
sangle whose angles, are marked by the fortress
of Peschiera and Mantua, Verona, and Legnagno
the Lake of Garda, on their right flank, and the
Marshes of Mantua on their left. This, a far
stronger position than any from which they had
been driven, and the one which, it is 6aid, Gen
eral Hess, who now supercedes Giulay, under
the nominal chief command of Francis Joseph,
urged should be taken at the opening of the
war.
Nothing now would be easier for your corres
pondent than to amuse himself and wrong you
with fanciful .strategy —bringing up Prince Na
poleon, and the Tuscans to co-operate with a
force landed on the Adriatic coast; or, coming
up the Po in boats, and turn the enemy’s left, or
divert his attention to the rear; while that
eminently more active and diverting Garibaldi,
comes down on the right, breaks up the rail
road between Botzen and Verona, or takes to
the water (where he is as much at home as on
land), and harasses Peschiera with gun-boats.
I spare you; grant me one prophecy’s reward
of such self denial. In spite of quadilaterals,
defended by forts, lakes, and mauclie, the Aus
trians will, if the war goes on. be beaten. They
will be conquered by the same force that con
quered in our Mexican war, in the Crimean war,
in the Indian insurrection —by a superior civili
zation.
Your little French infantryman, though he
may not be able to write his name, is a more
civilized man than your ordinary Austrian peas
ant ; the spiritually superior to the
Croat; as it is with the individual combattants,
so it is with the opposing nations.
Turning now to the political side of tho war.
What with arrearages to bring up, and the num
ber of important events of very recent occurrence
I must here restrict my pen to mere chronicler’s
duty.
To begin with the Juno Bth, and Napoleon’s
proclamation to the Italians of that date. The
author for a purpose, rather to address the
European neutral courts, to calm their fears by
reiterating his previous declaration, that he
seeks in the Italian war no territorial conquest.
“Ifj” he says, “there are men who do not com
prehend the spirit of our age. lam not of their
number. In the present enlightened state of
public opinion, a man is greater by the moral
influence he wields than by sterile conquests. I
come here with no settled plan for dispossessing
sovereigns, nor of imposing my will upon you:
my army will attend to but two things—the
combatting of the enemy, and the maintenance
of order; it will present no obstacle to the free
manifestation of your legitimate wishes. ’ This
is fair; notwithstanding certain spots on the
Imperial author's reputation for veracity, I am
ready to accept it as sincere. But there is some
thing of a tone in the document that qualifies it
singularly. The reader should, I think, in order
to get the full meaning of this document, put
great empliasies on the words “ order ’’ and ulegiti
mate," which are to be taken in a Napoleonic
sense. Here in the next paragraph is unques
tionable good advice and general truth: “Your
desire of independence, so often expressed, and
so often deceived, will be realized, if you show
yourself worthy of it’’ Not French aid of the
most disinterested sort can keep Italy indepen
dent without her own vigorous action.
Victor Emmanuel, on invitation for the Milan
ese municipality, institutes provisional govern
ment for Lombardy. He evidently, and many
doubtless of the higher class of the Lombardy,
consider Victor Emmanuel as King of the great
northern Italian State. It is to be noted, how
ever, in this case, and in case of all the local
provisional governments instituted by Garibaldi
—their provisional character is expressed in the
very act of their institution. No word of an
nexation is yet breathed officially. The final
settlement of governments in Lombado-Venetia,
Tuscany, Parma, and Modena, is adjured to the
end of the war. But here comes in a new con
plication in the Romagna, where Bologna and a
number of other places, immediately on the de
parture of the Austrians, proclaimed the dicta
torship of the King of Sardinia. This is direct
ly in violation of the neutrality of the Roman
States, which had been solemnly guaranteed by
Louis Napoleon, and which has been strictly
observed in that part of them held by the French.
It seems to bo understoood here that while
the Emperor disapproves of this movement of
the Bolognese, he is not disposed to strongly ob
ject to it. Some pretend, however, that he is less
than satisfied with the growing tendency of the
Italians to place themselves under Sardinian
rule. But this is all conjecture. What, howev
er, there can be no doubt of, is, that the office he
has assumed of conducting a revolution in an
orderly and legitimate manner, is a difficult one
to fill.
The great question of the day is, will tho war
Vie restricted to Italy ? After the battle of Ma
genia, and Prince Gortschkcff s circular, (another
highly important document) and the downfall of
the Derby ministry, and the Milanese proclama
tion,affirmative answers were made withmore and
more confidence. The firmest bases of such con
fidence were the Milanese proclamation, assur
ing all Europe, and especially Germany, that no
conquering ambition was to be feared, and the
retiring of the Derby ministry which had offered
great moral aid and comfort to Austria, and the
petulant patriotism of the South-German courts.
So that, had I written you three days ago, I
should have had little hesitation in expressing a
belief that the war would remain localized.
But yesterday we were taken somewhat by sur
prise, by the news that Prussia had ordered the
mobilization of six corps d'armee. True, this
measure is, as explained by the Prussian Gazette,
simply intended as a means of present securi
ty, and of giving Prussia her proper weight as a
mediating power. Tho explanation is only “in
different good.” Despite the old dictum, history
proves that preparation for war, in the desire for
peace, is generally tho precursor, not the preven
tive of war. As for their security—who threat
ens Prussia ?
There has been a rumor, originating, I think,
with the journalists rather than the murtiul cabi
nets, that propositions for negotiations would be
offered to and pressed upon the belligerents by
the neutral powers.
Austria, her great army not yet seriously di
minished by defeat, in a strong military position,
with her young Emperor's religious faith in the
justice, and therefore in the strength, of his
cause—and the allies flushed with an uninter
rupted series of victories, and an ever increas
ing army, are not yet in a mood to accept any
practicable common base of negotiations.
The death of Mettemich, one of the main con
trivers, and, for half a century the chief upholder
of tho so-called “balance of power” in Europe,
died last Saturday, simultaneously, perhaps, it
may prove, with the system of which he was tho
originator, and for many years the moving spirit.
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Genius and Labor.— Alexander Hamilton
once said to an intimate friend: “ Men give me
somo credit for genius. All the genius that I
have lies just in this: When I have a subject in
hand, I study it profoundly. Day and night it
is before me. I explore it in all its bearings.
My mind becomes pervadecPwith it. Then, the
effort which I make is what the people are pleas
ed to call the fruit of genius. It is the fruit of
labor and thought.”
Mr. Webster once replied to a gentleman who
pressed him to speak on a subject of great im
portance: “The subject interests me deeply,but
I have not time. There, sir,” pointing to a large
pile of letters on his table, “is a pile of unan
swered letters, to which I must reply before the
close of the session, (which was then three days
off). I have not time to master the subject so as
to do it justice.” “But, Mr. Webster, a few
words from you would do so much to awaken
public attention to it.” “If there be such weight
in my words as you represent, it is because I do
not allow myself to speak on any subject till I
have imbued my mind with it.”
Demosthenes was once urged to speak on a
great and sudden emergency. “ I am not pre
pared,” said he, and obstinately refused.
The law of labor is equally binding on genius
and mediocrity.
— 11 >
Sympathy of the Nerves.— When tho
nerves, from long habit, have been accustomed
to transmit their messages from distant parts,
and are suddenly cut off from them, they still
retain along their trunks the sympathetic or
sensational actions. Thus, a man who has had
a leg amputated will feel distinctly along the
cc;.rse of the trunk the nerve sensation from
toes which no longer exist. The mind also is
influenced by this; and frequently this peculiar
direct nervous action can only be allayed by that
which is negative and reflex. A curious in
stance occurred within my own experience. An
old sailor suffered much from this; he retained
his diseased foot too long, but at last consented
to amputation. I knew him only with a wood
en leg. When lie had his nervous pains, he
always called for hot water, into which he put
his wooden stump. Iftoldofhis folly in sup
posing that such a proceeding could do any good,
he would become enraged, and his paroxysms
of pain would increase; but if gratified, he took
things easy, and the process actually appeared
to do him good, though all must know there
could be no real benefit. Still, here is the effect
of mind over matter.
Ridge on Health and Disease.
Hon. Milliard Fillmore was nominated for
President of the United States in 1860, at a mass
meeting held in Clifton, Ohio, the other day.
C3T" The friend, to wliom we alluded in a for
mer number, as having promised to furnish us
weekly, with a short chess-article , sends us below
his first favor. Wo hope the favor will be re
peated regularly, as long as this fine game con
tinues to be so generally interesting, as it has
become since the triumphs of our countryman
Morphy in Europe.
CHESS.
The following very interesting game occurred
in the late match between Mr. Morphy and Mr.
James Thompson, of New York, the latter gen
tleman receiving the odds of the Queen’s Knight:
White, Mr. M. Black, Mr. T.
(Remove White's Q Kt.)
1 PtoK B 4 (a) Pto Q 4
2 Pto K 3 KKtto B 3
3 KKtto B 3 QBtoK Kt 5
4 KBto K 2 PtoQ B 4
5 Castles QKtto B 3
6 PtoQ Kt 3 Pto K 3
7 QBto Kt 2 KB to K 2
8 PtoK R 3 Q B takes Kt
9KB takes Q B Pto Q 5 (b)
10 Qto K QtoQ Kt 3
11 QRto Kt (c) QKtto Kt 5
12 Qto K 2 QRtoQ
13 PtoQ R 3 QKt to Q 4 (d)
14 Kto R P takes P (e)
15 P takes P Pto K R 4 (f)
16 PtoQ B 4 QKtto B 2
17 PtoQ Kt 4 P takes P
18 P takes P B takes P
19 QBto Q 4 Q R takes Q B (g)
20 P takes Q R PtoQ R 4
21 PtoQ B 5 QtoQ R 2
22 Qto K 5 QKtto Q 4
23 B takes QKt Kt takes B
24 Q takes K Kt P Rto K B
25 PtoK B 5 QtoQ R 3
26 QtoKs PtoKB 3
27 QtoK Kt 3 Qto Q B 3
28 P takes P Kt to K 2
29 QtoQ Kt 8 (cheek)Q to Q B
30 Qto Q 6 (h) QtoQ B 3
The Chess Monthly , from which the foregoing
game is taken, here closes the game, with the
following note upon Black’s last move: “Appar
ently the best move on the board, and yet it loses
the game. We omit the closing moves, and
leave the game at this point, in order to enable
the curious to exercise their ingenuity in solving
the above end-game.’’
As many of our readers may not be of the
class here denominated “ curious,” we give the
conclusion of the combination thus:
31 R takes B P takes R
32 R to Q R Kt to Q B (best)
33 R to Q It 8 and must win.
At the conclusion of the match, the score stood:
Morphy, five; Thompson, three; Drawn, one.
This may well be considered the greatest tri
umph that Mr. Morphy haayet achieved. Mr.
Thompson is one of the very best players in this
country, and no player in Europe could give him
greater odds than “ Pawn and two.” And wo
think the best European player would stand
very little chance with him even at these odds.
NOTES.
(a.) Mr. M. so opens the game, because Mr.
Thompson declined to risk the brilliant, but haz
ardous openings springing out of the advance of
the King’s Pawn two squares, by both players,
for their first move. A very proper precaution
on the part of Mr. T., considering the antagonist
he has to deal with.
(b.) Important, shutting off the action of the
Queen’s Bishop.
(c.) A move of great importance, preventing
the threatened P to Q B 5, and preparing to ad
vance Pawns on the Queen’s side.
(d.) Had Black taken B P with Kt, White
would have won the Kt by playing Queen to Q
3. Pto Q 6 looks promising for Black’s 13th
move, but in reality would not have been good.
(o.) Surely it was better to have castled here,
instead of this move.
(f.) Apprehending 16 P to K Kt 4.
(g.) The best he can do.
(h.) Better than exchanging Queens and then
playing Pawn to Queen’s stli, by which course,
however tempting it may seem, White could not
have won; and, besides, this move of 30 Qto Q
6, involved a snaro into which Black deliberate
ly fell.
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FUN, FACT, AND PHILOSOPHY.
An impatient Welchman called to his wife,
“Come, come, isn't breakfast ready? I’ve had
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the third day!” This is equal to the stirring
housewife, who aroused her maid at four o’clock
with “Come, Bridget, get up! Hero ’tis morn
ing; to-morrow’s Tuesday, next day’s Wednes
day—half the week gone, and nothing done
yet.”
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ed at seven million dollars.
All who have meditated on the art of gov
erning mankind have been convinced that the
fate of empires depends on the education of
youth.
No man ever talked to a virtuous, high-mind
ed woman one hour without conferring a benefit
upon himself.
A Sawyer after sawing with a very dull saw',
exclaimed —“ Os all the saw's I ever saw, I never
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Write a sentence in which the word that
shall occur five times correctly, without any in
tervening word:
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portion of two hundred and forty-threo thous
and per square mile; and in a part of Liverpool
four hundred and sixty thousand.
The iron crown of Charlemagne was carried
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but what if tho lady, after you find her, happens
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Prosperity is a stronger trial than adversity.
They who possess the most real excellence
say the least about it.
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her personal beauty.
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ens mo 1” said the lady.