Had a hare-lip—Joney had: Spiled his looks, and Joney knowe… Fellers tried to bore him, bad— But ef ever he got mad, He kep’ still and never showed it.

‘O I am weary!’ she sighed, as he… Hair she unloosed in a torrent of… That rippled and fell o’er a figur… Graceful and fair as a goddess of… Over her jewels she flung herself…

While _any_ day was notable and de… That gave the children Noey, hist… Records his advent emphasized inde… With sharp italics, as he came to… The stock one special morning, fai…

Far in the night, and yet no rest… The wife’s sweet face in slumber p… alone! In vain he courted sleep;—one thou… arise,—

There’s a habit I have nurtured, From the sentimental time When my life was like a story, And my heart a happy rhyme,— Of clipping from the paper,

Ah, help me! but her face and brow Are lovelier than lilies are Beneath the light of moon and star That smile as they are smiling now… White lilies in a pallid swoon

I thought the deacon liked me, yit I warn’t adzackly shore of it— Fer, mind ye, time and time agin, When jiners 'ud be comin’ in, I’d seed him shakin’ hands as free

The summer winds is sniffin’ round… locus’ trees; And the clover in the pastur is a… And they been a-swiggin’ honey, ab… sly,

‘Scurious-like,’ said the tree-toa… 'I’ve twittered far rain all day; And I got up soon, And I hollered till noon— But the sun, hit blazed away,

Herr Weiser—! Three-score-years-a… A hale white rose of his country-m… Transplanted here in the Hoosier… And blossomy as his German home— As blossomy and as pure and sweet

Would that the winds might only bl… As they blew in the golden long ag… Laden with odors of Orient isles Where ever and ever the sunshine s… And the bright sands blend with th…

An afternoon as ripe with heat As might the golden pippin be With mellowness if at my feet It dropped now from the apple-tree My hammock swings in lazily.

It was just a very Merry fairy dream!— All the woods were airy With the gloom and gleam; Crickets in the clover

Hey, Old Midsummer! are you here… With all your harvest-store of old… Vast overhanging meadow-lands of r… And drowsy dawns, and noons when g… Nods in the sun, and lazy truant b…

Let us be thankful—not only becaus… Since last our universal thanks we… We have grown greater in the world… And fortune’s newer smiles surpass… But thankful for all things that c…