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Hemans's poems, which poetess had lately given my imagination an apostrophizing direction.

An evening or two since, he began singing all manner of English songs, such as Mrs. Hemans's "Landing of the Pilgrims," "Auld Lang Syne," and some of Moore's, the singing pretty fair, but in the oddest tone and accent. Occasionally he breaks out with scraps from French tragedies, which he spouts with corresponding action.

I sang Mrs. Hemans's "What hid'st thou in thy treasure-caves and cells?" and sang and sang till, after rowing for an hour over the hardly heaving, smooth surface, we reached the foot of the barren stone called Portland. We landed, and Dall remained on the beach while my father and I toiled up the steep ascent.

How much you will have to say to me about the Greeks, unless you begin first to abuse me about the Romans; and if you begin that, the peroration will be a very pathetic one, in my being turned out of your doors. Such is my prophecy. Papa has been telling me of your abusing my stanzas on Mrs. Hemans's death. I had a presentiment that you would: and behold, why I said nothing to you of them.

As I went there the next afternoon, for something or other, I found Bee seated with this book in her hand. When she heard my footsteps she hurriedly put it down and placed another book over it a volume of Mrs Hemans's poems. "I have never been able to make out," I began, "why women are so shy about being caught reading poetry. We men lawyers, mechanics, or what not may well feel ashamed.

But he made the most of the opportunities given him to attend school, and his love of reading; stimulated him to unusual efforts to procure books. By selling nuts and bundles of kindling wood at the village store, before he was ten he had earned enough money to buy a copy of Shakespeare and of Mrs. Hemans's poems.

He probably corrected the proof sheets. Dr. Pinneo's latest work on the McGuffey Readers was done in 1856. After leaving Cincinnati, Dr. Pinneo prepared, and Mr. Smith published, a series of grammars the Analytical, issued in 1850, and the Primary, in 1854. He was also the author of a High School Reader and of Hemans's Young Ladies' Readers. These books had for some years a considerable sale.

Hemans's luscious poetry, and all her tribe of copyists. The libraries set in array one school against another, and hurry out the trashy volumes before the ink of the manuscript is fairly dry. Dost thou remember the days when Byron's poems first came out, now one and then another, at sufficient intervals to allow of digesting them? And dost thou remember our first reading of Lalla Rookh?

Besides, I think poetry the grandest thing God has given us though perhaps you and I might not quite agree about what poetry was poetry enough to be counted an especial gift of God. Now, what poetry do you like best?" "Mrs. Hemans's, I think, papa." "Well, very well, to begin with. 'There is, as Mr. Carlyle said to a friend of mine 'There is a thin vein of true poetry in Mrs.

Hemans's hymn, in Patrick Henry's famous speech, in Mary Antin's wonderful autobiography, The Promised Land, we catch glimpses of that devotion to liberty which, it is now said, we are jeopardizing by our increasing mass of legislative restraints and propose to banish for good and all by an indefinite increase in the powers of the State. Are their fears well founded?