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WRESTLING.
REBECCA BLEDSOE EUXTON.
Oh ! fierce is the conflict; i i
Which wars iu iny breast, s
Oh ! how deeply I drink . Is i
The cup 'of uurcBt. i; i
Right iipward, soaring high ; i
Wonld be my soul's" flight ; is
But the cares of the earth s r
j Crash it down, in their might.
Oh 1; is it not hard,
For a spirit that is high, ! i . F
W hen it sees a bright world,
With the mind's wakeful eye,
To be held back with fetters, i
"Which canker and rust,
AVheS fain, through the bonds,.
It would joyfully burst 1 1
jfheHj loose them -my spirit li
I And plume thy light wings, r1
. Away 10 the land, , w
"Where the seraphim sings,
- i- - . : . .
And bring mo a spark '
Of the heavenly fire,
ThaOranis in his heart, il
When he plays on his lyre ; p
M bring me a drop
Catct the cap whence he drinks,
Ybenwiqfroniijjgt ,
That is weished rfan".
From Life's shining: rirer 1 1 "
Oh! haste with a draught,
My soul lei enliven, c , -
With t-'-- - "
- 'J-hen, al' ;'' . i : " '
.fcing of day, -I ' -
Into twilight gray
A shudder, a chill breath, . jj
And then comet h Dca.th.. i; .
A passing from night, ?,'--
Into morn's rosy light, j
Into peace, out of Strife, i j
. And then conieth Iiiie.
v :; '---' ly-i '." ;;
A going into peace, ,
From prison walls a long release,
After drought, a summer rain,-- .
A severing o f each galUng cbaln
From gloomy depth, to lofty height, ,
Froni feebleness, to godlike might,
From tears, and anguish, and diomay,
-To radiant light, nd sunny days ,
' From falsehood, treachery, and deceit
To feast on Love at Jesus' feet.
From aching heart and troubled mind,
Solace, and comfort sweet, to fifcL
From frowning world to smiling UQd,
A rescue from a smiting rod,..
A safe retreat from beating storm : ;
From chilling gale a refuge warm,.
All all this, andjnore than this, ,
From earth s drear hour to endless bhss,
11 is to die, and go away, f . v
Away: to Heaven's joyful' day.
Fayetteville, N, U., Jan. 18, lt.
5!
0dcctcb Storn.
. Cecil's'' Choice.
- iDY tOTTIE brows.
?reat party , of people
pattered 'for two or three weeks at the
n,p,n TTnr.s(. Beach, and among
family. Firstr
thnncrl. not most important; was Mrs,
YilW the widow of old Gen,Villiers
Who had served during: the Mexican
war. Next came her sister, ao a
i ' -A A r. . a Tl tit the tWO
Villiers girls," Cecil and Estelle,
1 about them
auuivuu tutu. ;
cate a half-dozen or. more - families
rich, respectable and fashionable ; and
uWv nr mnre - touncr, middle-aged
and doiibtlul-aged gentlemln all re
spectable, and nearly all of
leve with 9ne or the other of
them in
the Vil-
liers girls. ".--'"j : . ; j' -
F.sMIp the vouhcest, was a pretty
rrirl. wiHi an incomparable complex
ion, blackroguish eyes, an irresistible
ma nettish man-
.Wnf o.l r ftvervbodv.; but
CecU wksth . beauty of the family,
rrrrn
2fr
1 .
She was a tall, splendid girl, with a
beautiful, pliant figure, round, grace
ful, and full of delicate curves ; and
lines. Her face was neither too full
nor too" thin, but purely Greek in out
line, and exquisite in color, -with its
lustrous eyes of gray, its shading of
rippling dark hair, its faint dashes of
pink upon a( surface otherwise sott
and clear as wax. - 1 :.'"'"'
She wa3 the pillar of strength in the
7TTrlsaneople said that
tuLus wurmiy possessions" Tintw-
collectively wsjag amount to very lit
tle, it beautiful Cecil was left put.
' But with those' mysterious financial
movements," known only to clever
mothers of marriageable f daughters,
these Villiers girls were always mod
els of elegance and style ; and of all
the young ladies, far and near, there
were none who were so much admired
as they. ! .' -
. They had brought to the Ocean
House themselves and their party,
and were prepared to have a glorious
time, after our modern, idle, languid
fashion.
So, one night, two men two stran
gerssauntering along the cool piazza
came around to the window of the
great parlor, and looking in saw them
all, and among. them Cecil Villiers.
She was sitting, by . acknowledged
right, in the most conspicuous place
in the room,' where the best. 'light fell
upon her and her abundant draperies;
and she looked precisely what 7she
was, a queen of beauty and fashion.
The prevaling color in her dress was a
sof delicate cream, almost white ; but
there were dashes of gold here and
there, and long sprays of smilax, and
Jittle clusters of tuberoses and came
lias in her hair and on her bosom.
Her fan was! white and gold and, the
mantle on the armof the chair behind
her was white and gold, and all about
,
VjIqsI What a perfect
rew.V.-'
ot(er EiaokeJeT'Ernest,'
not a woid. 1 -'
Yon aaw lier a year ago. Where
llfd you been, Harry France, that you
never before -saw Cecil Villiers ?' 'S
0h4 ho I So that is Cecil Villiers ;
and if I remember right, yon saved her
life last year, on a eteamer that was ta-
king a pleasure trip up the Hudson.
You must be good friends.'
Ernest Traffton knocked the ashes '
from his cigar, saying, with easy non
chalance : - " ;
Not necessarily so. A man may do
very much for one and never be on fa
miliar terms with her. However, I
fancy she would remember me.'
Then come in and introduce me.
' Nonsense ! Have a cigar, and be
bensible. - There's a man behind her
chair whose hourly income is more
than you can call your own in th.e
world; aid she can. have him by one
look from her beautiful eye?, Take a
cip-ar t
Harry France looked silently at his
' i tit : u :
menu ; out Xjrnest was seituug mm-
self back in a chair, and booking away
over the sea with an indefinable ex-
nrccemn in l.is vr which could not
possibly relate to Cecil Vimers.
1 Boh I'
This catiie in a burst fromsornelDody'
and there was a flutter of a silken
dress, a whif of perfume, and
bright sparkling falce of Estelle
tiie
Vil-
liers met Ernest's- surprised eyes.
I saw vou look indiflerentlv in
at
lis, and then take your, chair and sit
w m
back here, as though we were of the
IpnRt nosaible account in the world. I
didn't dare to tell Cecil of your pres
ence, and yonr total contempt f us.
She would bo in a rage, and Cecil ina
rage 1 Come in and see her.'
There was a hurried introduction,
and then, between the two gentlemen,
Rstelle Villiers went back into' the
bright parlor.
' Look here ! My sister, Mr. France.
Cecy, see what a fish I have captured.'
And Estelie brought tall JJrnest
Traffton around with a flourish, and
the keantv. looking up, saw tne man
whose blue eyes had looked into hers
once when sne believed liersen going
down to a cruel death, in the.cold wa
ters pf the Hudson.
There was a deepening or color in
Cecil's face fori a moment : then the
old habit of crushing back every . emo -
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RAXEIQIX
tion came to her relief, and
out her hand. ;
she held
4 .I am very glad to
see yor,
Mr.
Traffton,' she eaid. llr. Thorpe, al
low me to introduce to yon a friend of
mine, Mr. TrafffcoD. He was one
kind enough to save my life.'
' Yes, yes ! . Traffton and I have
met before, and I have heard the sto
ry. Traffton, we owe you great dealU
A.nd Thorpe; the man with the big
hourly income, gave Traffiton's hand(
-catic shake.
Then, after a moment,' Ernes yoyr
ed himselt away, and whenHHarry
France came out to find hini for a
quadrille, he was again smoking- and
looking over the water, as though
bright rooms and ' beautiful women
were no part of his life. -
' Are you melancholy-mad ? or what
the deuce ails you?' asked Harry.
' Why don't you como in ? ;
: 'Oh, bother !
'You are the oddest stick ! "Will
you come?'
'Yes, I suppose so.''
, And he went in with a lounging, idle
step, and walked through the quadrille
with lofty indifference, hi3 handsome
blue eyes lazily taking in the room, but'
his mouth shut close behind his long
blonde moustache.
This was the beginning of his short
summer vacation, and had they looked
into his leart they would have seen
how thoroughly he wished it was its
ending. .
They were very gay there, and in
spite of himself Ernest was often
drawn into their parties, and was of
ten the cavalier of Cecil Villiers.' -
One night, when the moonlight waa
flooding the beach, the white rocka and
the house, he hadr taken a stroll out,
with his cigar for a companion, and
had found a seat to his satisfaction,
away uuwn aiiuus, tu
- Jl 1 1 -l.-.f. . T. I
sne saia. 'auay x sic uf.a
very mucn
Yes he answj&erwn compan y so
e are usually very merry.
Do you really hate us ?'
'No,' he answered.
'Why don't you come with us? TVe
would all like it I should like it very
much. Remember how much I owe
you my life 1'
'Nonsense !' A Newfoundland dog
would have dope as much, and I I
should have dragged an apple-woman
out as readily.'
She waa not daunted jet, though his
voice was as cold and hard as the rocks
at their feet , v
. 'Well, let all that do past, if you
will; -j but tell me why don't you
come ?' . . .,
He turned a face white as snow to
ward her, with eyes now almost black
with intense passion.
.'Why ? Do you. wish to know ? Be
cause, Cecil Villiers, I am fool enough
to love you better than I love my own
soul!' ; .
'A man must be a tool,. then, to love
me?' she asked.
Yes, unless he can write it in your
hand with letters of. gold; unless he is
a John Thorpe 1'
She let the white scarf fall away
from her facia, and for one or two mo-
ments looked silently at nim.
'And you think mis ot me i My uod,
how miserably low I have fallen 1'
And then she turned and walked
awav. as she had come, like eome un
earthly thing.
There was a disturbance in the
apartments occupied by the Villers. It
i wasot noisy or ill-bred, Put it was a
disturbance as full of hot anger as ever
was raised on earth.
There was Mrs. Villers, red and vio
lent; there was Mis.- Adams, speechless
with rage, save for an occasional excla-
matory burst; there was Estelle, tear-
ful and trembling; and t there was Ce
cil, ias cold 'and white as marble, but
resolutely defiant. She was saying:
'You can iell John Thorpe that I re
fuse to marry him ! I think he will
understand you,'
Cecil, do you dare to send him a
message like thst ? You must mairy
him. It will ruin me if you do not!'
v I don't see why.' ',- -' .
'Fool 1 Who will pay the bills ?
who will keep us from starving pover-
tv ? I have depended upon you. Cecil.
H vou dve ud this .man. what
.man,
is to
1 stand between us and misery i
o
T
1ST. C, MONDAY,
'Not my flesh
blood ! Not my
I do not Hnder-
soul! Do you thi
stand the selfish,
would make, for
uel barsrain von
r own comfort ?
Are you a mother,
you love me, when
myself to a man I
d dare tell me
urge me to sell
tc ? I am not a
child 1 am a worn
! You cannot
swerve me irora mypvirpose, as you
might have done yeil ago; and once
- ... i- . i
for all, I tell you I wi
Thorpe 1'. j
lot marry John
"Then you wilier
'No, I will not! Iwork as any
honest woman Vshoca',yAv. myself, for
you, for aunty, JorEsUe. But I 'will
'Then leave tufind the mother's
trembling finger tinted : to the door.
'Leave me, and per '
fMother !' Estie cried out. 1
'You need nofear, Eatelle,' and Ce
cil passed out. I shall be recalled.'
'How hot.it c there !' she thought;
and she walkedUong the hall and out
upon the piazz
' For a momenshe thought sue had
literally entereffire; for John Thorpe
sj,ood there,
had evidently heard
all they had si
He put out
hand.
'You are a i
;er w3tnan than even
I had thougl
I wish, to heaven I
might help
Then he;'vraft,iuibtly away, and left
her there, so fuif shame and misery
that she prayed J die.
But then thcrpame a breath of cool
sea air acros r cheek, as if to re
buke her, arso started up and hur
riedjdown trstairs to a point where
it blew stnger; and as she came
around to le spot sh was seekingj
she came c n Ernest Traffton, still
smoking an looking out over the wa
ter J'
e turnej as sho came up, and gave
1 1 t I . 1 -
MmBUmMSSSmmU
Thorpe
and mother has disowned me
for little while.
She'll soon call me
' 'Shall you care to go ?'
And then for a moment there was a
silence, i f;
'Perhaps not. Yet '
'Oh, Cecil! 'and
arms clasped hers-
two strong wliite
'was it for your
own sake that you did this ?' "
'No, Ernest for yours I'
And the proud face drooped, and
the beautiful eyes wer veiled beneath
their lids.
After all, there are many women
who,j for love's sake, will give up world
ly honor and possessions, and Cecil
Villers was one 'of these.
A Legend of 1776.
Night had set in deep, and in a
small j log hut, situated a few mile3
from Trenton, N. J., sat five men, four
of whom were seated at an old oaken
table in the center of the room, engag
ed in ! playing cards, while the fre
quently moistened their throats with
large draughts ; from cn earthen jag
that stood on the table.
They were" heavily- bearded, coarse
looking men and from their dress,
which somewhat resembled the Brit-
ish uniform, they were evidently To-
ries.
young tman, ' clad'itt;4h"e Continental
unifoim. He sat in one corner of the
room with his : face" buried in his
hands. I , VV
TohV said one of the Tories, rising
from the table, and- seating himself
near the young prisoner for such he
evidently was 'Tom, you and I were
sehopl-boys together, and I love yen
yet. i Now, wny caat you give up your
wild notions and join us ? You're our I
prisoner, and if you don't we shall
hand you over to the head quarters to
morrow, while, if yofc join us, your
fortune is made; for with your brave
ry and talents you will distinguish
yourself in the Royal - army, and after
the rebellion is crushft out your case
shall be rewarded by knighthood and sponse the more effect, merely an
promotion in the army. $Fow there swered, with one of 'his own unap
are two alternatives r- which do you Wnarhable syrins: 'And nut a wiso of
choose ?'
Neither said the young man, rais
ing his head and looking the Tory
straight in his eyes: 1 am how; as
you say, your prisonerlbut whenthe
clock strikes twelve Ifpaper, an' in
a cloud of fire and zLL? A
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JAN. 31, 1870.
you nor your comrades, not even my
sen can prevent it You may watch
me as closaly as you. please, tie me
band and foot if you will, but a higher
power than yours has ordained tbai
shall leave you at that time.' ; ,! 1
Poor fellow ! Lis mind wanuers,J
said the tory. 'He'll talk differently
in the morning.' v And ht returned
to his seat at the table, leaving the
jouth with his head igain resting in
his hands.
W hen the dock . Struck eleven, tho
young mau drewjt pipe, Jand eome to
baaco from his pocket, and asked the
Tory hader if he had any objections
to his smoking. 'None in the least,' he
said adding with a laugh; that is if
you'll promise not to disappear in a
clcud of tobacco-smoke.'
The young man made no reply, but
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iiuujeuiu,t.r mieu ms pipe, navmtr
done which he arose and commenced
pacing the floor.
He took half a dozen turns up and
down each side of the room, approach
ing nearer the table each time, when,
having exhausted hie pipe, ho returned
to his seat and refilled it.
He continued to smoke until the
clock truck twelve, when he . arose
from his seat, and, slowly knocking
the ashes out of his pipe, said:
'There, boys, it's twelve o'clock and
I must leave you. Gbod-by !'
Immediately all around the room
. i t -.ft
were seen 'streaks. of Jfire hissing and
squirming, tue cabiE( was filled with
dense sulphurous smoke, midst which
was a clap of thunder. The Tories
sat nr. their chairs r.aralv1 voUh
l J flM
right i y' ' ' -
The smoke cleared away but the
prisoner was nowhere to be seen. The
table was overturned, the window was
smashed to pieces, and one chair was
lying on the ground outside the build-
of their speed, in the direction ot tne"r
British encampment, leaving their
muskets and other arms to the meicy
of the flames, which had now begun td
devour the cabin. " '
, The next day two young men, dress
ed in the Continental uniform , were
seen standing near the ruins of the old
cabin.' One vas our prisoner of the
night previous. 'Let us hear all about
it Tom,' said the other. ,
'Well,' said he, 'last evening, as I
was passing this place, two Tories ran
out of the cabin and took possession
ot me. Jieiore l couki make any re
sistance they took me in, and who do
tou suppose I saw as leader, of their
party, but John Barton, cur old school
mate. He talked with me and tried
to induce me to join them; but I told
them : that I coiddn't do it; that at
twelve o clock I. was going to escape
disappear in a cloud of smoke. , Bat
he laughed at me and said 1 was out
of mv head.. About eleven o'clock I
asked him if I might smoke. Ha said
he had no objections; so I filled my
pipe and commenced walking the floor.
I had about a poupd of gun-powder in
my pocket, and, as I walked, strewed
it all over the floor. When the clock
struck twelve I bade them good bye,
and told them I had to go.' . I then
knocked the ashes out of my pipe, the
powder ignited,, and a dazzling aflame
the room, filling it with suffocating
smoke. Before it cleared away I hurl
ed a chair through the window, sprang
out, and departed, leaving; them to
tneir own reflections. Yoa know the
rest.". ,
The Hartford Times tells of a smart
Connecticut, stump speaker who was
haranguing a crowd in Fairfield conn
ty, when the effect of one of his strong
points was terribly broken by a bawl
ing exclamation from a half-drunken
fellow in the crowd, who sung out:
'Ohj you're a demagogue !' The ora
tor fixed bis eye upon the fellow, and,
pausing just a moment to fix the atten
on pf the audience and give his re
. r- c t i
straw around your beily,and you'd
be a demijohn ! It brought down the
house and extinguished the bibulous
offender.
Greensboro gardeners are planting
Irish potatoes. -
;- , r : t r- - ZZ :
4 FALLING LEAVES.
Alaj, Low easDy tilings ga WTong l '
A Word too much or ft ktsa tnn Inner.
And there falletb. a mist and a blinding rain,
a mo is never the same again.
it costs a man no small matter to
be grateful Seneca.
f The disciple whom Jes as loved wa3
the disciple who loved Jesus.
' Love hopeth all things, trasteth all
things, beheveth all things.
.. The miserable have no other xudi
ciiie, puc emj noe.rmakespeare. .
TtTU i -. ' L i - . . ..
ii uat men warn is not taient, it is
purposo ; in th,er words, not the
power to achieve, bnt the will to la
bor. Bulwer.
Every attempt to gain knowledge is
productive of some good result, for, if
it does nothing else, it leads to a spir
it of inquiry, which is of itselt benefi
cial. . .
'lis sad work to be at that pass,
that the best trial of truth must be
the multitude of believers, in a crowd
where the number of fools so much
exceeds that of the wise. As if any
thing were so common as ignorance !
Montaigne. .
Every saint in heaven is as a flower
in that garden of God, and holy love
is the fragrance and sweet odor they
all send lortb, and with which they
fill the bowers of that paradise above.
Jonathan Edwards.
Some phantom lifts up a wavering
standard in the hazy future, on the
dim, yague boundaries of the unknown
and the multitudes rush out in wild
pursuit, while the solid goid of the
present is trampled under foot and
left untouched by the wayside. Duff
Porter.
I cannot call riches better than the
baggage of virtue ; the Boman word
is better : impedimen tfl.M-JEQr-. aa the
. "fcrtiffl'-nL LIU 31nlDll - Tps... f -
111 -,rn- rvc tett
rees, and Savior-like men who will goTod
in and eatvritb, as well as pray for,
he publicans. We want piety that
shall not be afraid to take vice and ig1
norance and Timpurity by the hand
and lead them up to its own pure, en-
ightf.ned and virtuous level. We
wanfi honesty inspired 'by something
higher than fear of the jail. The Gol
den Rule. '
The best name by which "we can
tank of God is Father. It is a loving,
deep, sweet, heart-touching name ; for
the name of father is in its nature full
of inborn, sweetness and comfort.
Therefore, also, we must confess our
selves children of God : for by this
name we deeply touch our God, since
there is not a sweeter sound to the
Father than the voice of the child.
Martin Luther.
Joy is a prize unbought, and is
freest, purest in its flow when it comes
unsought. No getting, into heaven as
a place will compass it. You. must
carry it with you , else it is not there.
You nkst have it in'yoa as the music
of a well-ordered soul, the fire of a ho
ly purpose, the welling up, out of the
central depths, of eternal springs, that
hide their wators there. Horace Bush'
nell. . ' ': U : . . ' - . .;) "'
To have our hearts balanced cn
God as their centre, and so balanced
that under the ruder touches of temp
tation they may be moved to and fro
like the nicely poised stones of the
Druids, but, like those stones, always
return again to thdir rest that is to
be blest indeed to be blest like the
Psalmist who said after some rough
onset of Satan, ' I shall not be greatly
moved.' Eewiston.
No mockery in this world ever
sounds to ne so hollow as that of be
ing told to cultivate happiness. What
doeo such advice mean? Happiness
is not a potatqo be planted in mold,
and tilled with "manure. Happiness
is a glory shining far down upon us
out of heaven. She is a divine dew
which the soul, on certain of its sum
mer evenings, feels dropping upon it
from the amaranth bloom and golden
fruitage of paradise. Charlotte Bronte.
' Of how many cheap, exquisite joys
ATA these five senses the inlets?, and
who is he that can look on the beauti
ful scenes of the morning, lying in the
freshnesd of the dew, and the joyful
lieht of the risen sun. and not be hap
dv ? Cannot God create another
NO. 37.
J world many timbs more fair ? and cast
over it a mantle o?Ught many times
more lovely? and wnsh it with tmr
dew than ever droppec? from ,the ej
lids of the morning? Eastrd hy
The Christian must be fiUeW
one spirit, guided by one standa.
tnroughout his whole oxistence. The
same refreshing breezes visit him
while toiling through the Valley of
Humiliation, or climbing the Delecta
ble wt rejngjn the land of
Beulalj, or passing through the Dark
River made bright by the faces of. chi
ning ones leaning from the other side.
In the falterings and the triumphs tl
his course, his need is the etima fl..
air that strengthens him,; the only ai.
in which he can breath finely; ia the
pure atmosphere of Light and Love
that flows down to him from his'Fath
er's House, through the open gates of
the Beautiful City and over the Celes
tial Hills. Lucu Zarcom .-CSi
" ; . " O
Alliance. .
AN EFFECTIVE. BE FRO Of.
When'Qaeen Victoria was about
thirty years younger than she is now
she was inclined to bo very exact in
the way of business, and more espe
cially in the way of promptness to. ap
pointed times and . places. Seven
years a queen, four years a wife and
three years a mother, she felt proba
bly more weighty dignity resting up
on her than she has felt since.
And yet no crust of dignity or roy
al station could ever shut out her in
nate goodness of heart, All the time
of which we speak the Duchess of
Sutherland held the office of mistress
of the robes of the British Qaeen, and
a
and her absencw r ClarfligpA ,
ure. The Q aeen gave yen t ' nwe iftv. 1
once to her impatience, and at length,
just as sho was about to enter the
carriage without her first lady of hon
or, the duchess,, in breathless ' haste, .;
mado . her appoc ranee, stammering
some faint words of excuse.
My dear duchess said the Queen,
smiling, I think you must have a bad
watch And as. she thus spoke she
unloosed from her neck the-chaia of a
magnificent watch which sho . herself
wore, and passed it around the neck
of Lady Suthfc! laad. J
Though given as a present, the les
son conveyed with it made a deep and
lasting impression. The proud 'duch
ess changed cpioi", an i a 'tt tr, which
she couid.not. reprews, fell upon ner
cheek. On thy next day she tendered
her resignatioii, but it wasi not accep
ted. It is said that ever afterward
bhe was, if anything, more punctual .
than the Q c u htraelf.
YC IT VE BEEN DRINKING
A young gentleman met a lady friend
in the street, and seeing a rod in iicr
hand, which he supposed to be music,
askecUher what it was 4 You've betu .
drinking,' she curtly responded. 'Why
why' stammered the youth, blush
ing prodigiously and overwhelmed,
with confusion, why, I have not tasted
a drop to-day.' Tee lady looked him
straight in the face and repeated. 'I
say you've been drin ' but before she
could finish he fled acros tho street,
and she was compelled ..to aend him a
note next morning explaining that
You've been drinking was the title of
the piece of music she carried.
Pa, are you in favor of the Bible in
public schools?' asked a West Side
youngster at the breakfast table the
other morning. 'Why, cf course, I
am responded the father, pleased that
suoh an important subject should en
gage the attention of his youthful off
spring. 'What makes you ask such a
question, my son?' 'O, nothing re
joined young hopeful, 'only I thought
maybe you wasn't as you never have
had one at home The urchin dodged
but he wasn't qtick enough.
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It is claimed for Mrs. Van Cott that
she has made twice as many oonverta
as Moody and Sankey.
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