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Harte's last letter, of the 14th, N. S., particularly, makes me extremely happy, by assuring me that, in every respect, you do exceedingly well.

Harte by the last post, October the 6th, O. S., and will write to him in a post or two upon the contents of his last. Adieu! 'Point de distractions'; and remember the GRACES. LONDON, October 17, O. S. 1749. DEAR BOY: I have at last received Mr. Harte's letter of the 19th September, N. S., from Verona. Capitals are always the seats of arts and sciences, and the best companies.

Among innumerable sketches and stories with canine heroes may be mentioned Bret Harte's extraordinary portrait of Boonder: M. Maeterlinck's essay on dogs: Richard Harding Davis's The Bar Sinister: Jack London's The Call of the Wild: and best of all, Alfred Ollivant's splendid story Bob, Son of Battle which has every indication of becoming an English classic. It is a pity that dogs cannot read.

Was he, after all, an honest man and true? Or had he, like Ah Sin, in Mr. Bret Harte's delectable ballad, with 'the smile that was child-like and bland' 'In his sleeves, which were large, Twenty-four packs of cards, And On his nails, which were taper, What's common in tapers that's wax'? I know not; for the Chinese visage is unfathomable.

Harte's care and attention; and, consequently, that your regard and affection for him must increase, if there be room for it, in proportion as you reap, which you do daily, the fruits of his labors. I must not, however, conceal from you that there was one article in which your own witness, Mr.

Gladstone said in describing him had listened to the speech in which his late chief inflicted due chastisement upon him, like one of Bret Harte's heroes "he smiled a kind of sickly smile, and curled up on the floor, And the subsequent proceedings interested him no more." Mr.

Bret Harte's "Flynn of Virginia," on the Central Pacific Railway the place is shown to travellers who sacrificed his life for his married comrade: There, in the drift, Back to the wall, He held the timbers Ready to fall. Then in the darkness I heard him call: "Run for your life, Jake! Run for your wife's sake! Don't wait for me."

Harte's to acknowledge; so that this letter is the effect of that 'scribendi cacoethes, which my fears, my hopes, and my doubts, concerning you give me.

Harte's demesne to Jimville and wore names that smacked of the soil, "Alkali Bill," "Pike" Wilson, "Three Finger," and "Mono Jim;" fierce, shy, profane, sun-dried derelicts of the windy hills, who each owned, or had owned, a mine and was wishful to own one again.

Opinion was forming throughout the country, aided by Bret Harte's famous lines: Which I wish to remark And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And tricks that are vain, The heathen Chinee is peculiar Which the same I would rise to explain. Action by Congress was hindered by the Burlingame treaty of 1868 with China, which covered the subject of immigration in unmistakable language.