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Aunt Patiences Doughnuts
93
Little Child shall Lead Them
111
At the StampWindow
112
Katrinas Visit to New York
116
Samuel W Small xxi
122
As the Pigeon Flies C B Lewis xxiii
126
Bear Butte Mountain Rev David Wilson xxi
128
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132
19
139
111
141
103
146
First Cloud The xxiv
158
Battle of Beall an Duine
162
Canon Farrar xxi
169
Little Phil
170
Little Shoes Did it
183
Telegraphic Signal
185
Give Thanks for What ? W H Croffut xxi
187
Ben Hafed William Whitehead xxi
191
Railway Matinée
195
Grold
200
Best Sewing Machine The xxi
203
Give us a Call
Disturbance in Church
100 Choice Selections contained
6
First Revolution of Heavens witnessed by Man 0 M Mitchel xxii
7
Dame Fredegonde
25
Study of Eloquence The Cicero xxi
32
George R Sims xxii
42
Going to School
48
Lucky Horseshoe The James T Fields xxii
52
Tramps Story
55
Morning Psalm
69
Ballad of the Shamrock The Fitz James OBrien xxii
78
Music Everywhere Wm P Mulchinock xxij 80
80
Deacons Courtship The Mrs L D A Stuttle xxii
82
Grandmothers Serion Ellen A Jewell xxii 15
89
Ghebers Bloody Glen The Thomas Moore xxii 97
97
How Jim Turner Broke up the School
107
Deaths Blunder
113
LoveKnot The Nora Perry xxii
122
Death of King Conor MacNessa T D Sullivan xxiii
127
Lasca F Desprez xxii
128
Mike McGaffatys Dog Mark Melville xxii 139
139
Glance Backward
157
Marguerite of France
160
How Tims Prayer was Apswered
167
Ballad of Capri
174
How a Widow Mourned
176
Not Guilty
183
Oply the Brakesman Constance F Woolson xxii
193
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6
Shoemakers Daughter The Thomas Dunn English xxil
7
On the Frontier
8
Times Soliloquy
10
Old Actors Story
17

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Сторінка 159 - WHEN Music, heavenly maid, was young, While yet in early Greece she sung, The Passions oft, to hear her shell, Thronged around her magic cell...
Сторінка 147 - FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand; Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.
Сторінка 159 - He threw his blood-stained sword, in thunder, down ; And with a withering look, The war-denouncing trumpet took, And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe...
Сторінка 161 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kiss'd the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round...
Сторінка 162 - The Minstrel came once more to view The eastern ridge of Benvenue, For ere he parted, he would say Farewell to lovely Loch Achray — Where shall he find, in foreign land, So lone a lake, so sweet a strand...
Сторінка 147 - What though the spicy breezes Blow soft o'er Ceylon's. isle ; Though every prospect pleases, And only man is vile : In vain with lavish kindness The gifts of God are strown : The heathen in his blindness, Bows down to wood and stone.
Сторінка 217 - MAY I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self. In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Сторінка 147 - Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory, It spreads from pole to pole ; Till o'er our ransomed nature, The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign ! HEBEK.
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