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Baker Farm


    arcratum of tmospinging the

    grass and leaves around, and dazzling me as if I looked through

    colored crystal.  It , in which, for a

    s

    miginged my employments and life.  As I he

    railroad causeo  t around my

    s.  One who

    visited me declared t the shadows of some Irishmen before him had

    no  t it ives t were so

    distinguiso Cellini tells us in ,

    after a certain terrible dream or vision which he had during his

    confinement in tle of St. Angelo a resplendent light appeared

    over t morning and evening, wher he was

    in Italy or France, and it icularly conspicuous whe

    grass  o

    whe morning,

    but also at otimes, and even by moonligant

    one, it is not commonly noticed, and, in table

    imagination like Cellinis, it would be basis enough for

    superstition.  Beside, ells us t  to very few.

    But are t indeed distinguis they

    are regarded at all?

    I set out one afternoon to go a-fiso Fair hrough

    to eke out my scanty fare of vegetables.  My way led

    t Meado of t retreat

    of w has since sung, beginning,--

    quot;try is a pleasant field,

    trees yield

    Partly to a ruddy brook,

    By gliding musquasook,

    And mercurial trout,

    Darting about.quot;

    I t of living t to alden.  I quot;; the

    apples, leaped trout.  It

    ernoons wely long before one,

    in ural

    life, t ed.  By the
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