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...mental evils which have already made blank and short the lives of so many of the fair and young. " They the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering...hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more." We present the experiences of those whose ideas of education are in harmony with our own firmly settled...

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...and deathless Paradise. How many such cases will memory summon before most of you. "They, the lowly ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands во meekly, apeak with us on earth no more." In youth, in the fulness of life, in old age, we have...

...its beauty, its purity, fills the poet's soul, and invokes his most tender strains, when he speaks of the — — — — " being beauteous, Who unto my...saint in heaven. ' With a slow and noiseless footstep Gomes that messenger divine, Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine. " And...

...its beauty, its purity, fills the poet's soul, and invokes his most tender strains, when he speaks of the " being beauteous, Who unto my youth was given, More than all things else to Jove me, And is now a saint in heaven. " With a slow and noiseless footstep Comes that messenger divine,...

...cherished Noble longings for the strife, By the road-side fell and perished, Weary with the march of life ! They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Footsteps of Angels. 95 Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more ! And with...