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    soil has produced, whose names are hardly known here.  Or shall I

    o and never read o were my

    townsman and I never saw  neighbor and I never heard

    tended to t ually

    is it?  ain al in him, lie

    on t s I never read them.  e are underbred and

    loerate; and in t I confess I do not

    make any very broad distinction beterateness of my

    to all and terateness of him who

    o read only s.

    e siquity, but partly by

    first kno-men, and

    soar but little ellectual flighe columns

    of the daily paper.

    It is not all books t are as dull as there

    are probably o our condition exactly, which, if we

    could really and, ary the

    morning or to our lives, and possibly put a ne on

    ted a new era in

    s for us,

    perche

    at present unutterable ttered.  these

    same questions t disturb and puzzle and confound us heir

    turn occurred to all t one ted; and

    eaco y, by his words and

    y.  the

    solitary skirts of Concord, who has

    h and peculiar religious experience, and is

    driven as o t gravity and exclusiveness by

    is not true; but Zoroaster, thousands of

    years ago, travelled t

    to be universal, and treated his neighbors

    accordingly, and is even said to ed and established

    hen, and

    th Jesus

    C  quot;our c; go by the board.

    e boast t o teentury and are making

    t rapid strides