“Ah dear delights, that o’er my soul On memory’s wing like shadows fly! Ah flowers that Joy from Eden stole, While Innocence stood laughing by.”--COLERIDGE. “Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” cried a young boy, as he capered vigorously about, and clapped his hands. “Papa and mamma will be home in a week now, and then we shall stay here a little time, and _then_, and _then_, I shall go to school.”…
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