"He feels the immortal light of Spirit live Within his breast,—but knows not that in years To come that warm and flashing ray will give The brightest rainbow through the bitterest tears." ELIZA COOK. IN the twilight of an October evening, a lad of some seventeen years was walking briskly homeward along a road leading from the common to the small country town which was his native place.…
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