cate as to haul a load of manure from his barn-yard.  e

    talked of rude and simple times,  large fires in

    cold, bracing

    failed, ried our teet which wise squirrels have

    long since abandoned, for t shells are

    commonly empty.

    t to my lodge, t

    sno dismal tempests, .  A farmer, a er, a

    soldier, a reporter, even a ped; but nothing

    can deter a poet, for uated by pure love.

    at all hours,

    even  small h

    boisterous mirtalk,

    making amends to alden vale for the long silences.  Broadway

    ill and deserted in comparison.  At suitable intervals there

    es of laug have been referred

    indifferently to t-uttered or t.  e made

    many a quot;bran ne; thin dish of gruel, which

    combined tages of conviviality he clear-headedness

    which philosophy requires.

    I s forget t during my last er at there

    or, ime came the

    village, till he saw my lamp

    trees, and ser evenings.

    One of t of ticut gave o the

    world --  erwards, as he declares, his

    brains.  till, prompting God and disgracing man,

    bearing for fruit  its kernel.  I think

    t  be t faith of any alive.  his words

    and attitude alter state of ther men

    are acquainted  man to be disappointed

    as ture in t.  But though

    comparatively disregarded now, wed

    by most ake effect, and masters of families and rulers will

    come to him for adv