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d by Miss Murray, the pretty daughter of one of our neighbors, and at nine o'clock a number of carriages, packed to overflowing with young

unload the carriages, count the broken dishes, and estimate the proportion of contributions-many people fetching salt in abundance but forgetting sugar, whilst others furnished elaborately frosted cakes, but omitted such necessaries as knives and forks. Meantime, we climbed the stone steps leading to the waterworks, and after a glimpse of the seething dark-green water through the heavy i

e time when the young gentlemen showed their gallantry by partaking only of suc

ut of carriage cushions, waterproofs and wraps; the knives, forks and plates

ay, and one of her attendant cavaliers, decided to pass away the time by playing a game-no trivial game, however; neither "consequences" nor fortune-telling, but an eminently scientific one entitled "Twenty Questions." For the benefit of the uninitiated I will r

ngible subjects. She and Arthur are admirably matched in this game; for if she is unparalleled in the quickness with which she will follow up a clue and triumphantly announce the mysterious object, after asking

ect; you will never i

s drawn and rejected, and a display of sophistry that would do

Gabrielle guessed after eighteen questions what would have require

railway station. "A daisy," was the first and natural solution, but she was, he assured her, very far adrift. "A telegraph post," she next announced, but she was again unsu

le, this time, sat beside me and enjoyed the perplexity of the questioners, for n

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r complexion, the chestnut hair that is peculiar to the younger members of the Greeley family, and brown eyes inherited from her father's family, for the Greeley eye par excellence is blue. Although Evangeline has been brought up in the quiet little village of Clymer, she has been w

wealthy, but he is in a good profession, is of unexceptionable character, and very devoted to our dear Evangeline; so

er to Evangeline, not yet sealed, lies between the blotting-sheet

AQUA,

scriptions of this dearest spot on earth, as I remember that dear uncle gave each of us a copy of his 'Recollections' the last Christmas that you were with us-the last Christmas indeed that he

re are only a dozen or two houses in all, including a couple of stores, a post-office, a 'wayside inn,' and a church without a bell. There are, however,

e. This farm, consisting of eighty-four acres (for you know that there is another lying adjacent of nearly the same size), presents very beautiful and varied scenery

ast daisies p

oods, then flows over a stone dam, and comes rushing down in a succession of waterfal

sand perfumes of clover and new-mown hay, and the aroma of the evergreen grove, come up, Id

is skirted by forest and fruit trees. Some of them throw their grateful shade on the piazza and balcony that run the width of the front of the house. My room opens on the balcony by three French windows, and here I often walk to catch the last gleam

lever in his profession, and of excellent character, but not rich. Well Evangeline, you know I approve of wealth, combined with other good qualifications; but if I had to choose be

loving

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rnal. Mrs. Hopper not only writes well; she is also a woman of varied and excellent reading, and the appreciation of the modern classics is displayed in one of her poems-an admirable apostrophe

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. Who it was we could not imagine; that it was not a neighbor we were convinced by seeing the morning Herald and Times, for the Sunday papers cannot be obtained here, save by being at the depot when the inte

e was "tall, oh so tall! with dark hair and red cheeks"-in him we recognized M

said, seeing Ida about to descend and in

e family by weeding the strawberry-beds, regardless of the Sabbath, and notwithstanding one of the gentlemen was a grandson of a D.D. In answer to our regrets that we should have been absent when they arrived, they mildly intimated som

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ontaining, she told us, a marble bust of Mr. Greeley, which she had brought out here for the opinion of the family; but as Ida

c point of view. She had, she told me, received two orders for busts of uncle-one from the

he was, they declared, "queer," "unsociable," often positively rude to her visitors, and had been heard to fervently wish that the Americans would not come to her studio, as they evidently looked upon her only as a curiosity. When, therefore, I did see her for th

ll my work if I did not r

iss Stebbins for their kindness to her in Rome, and of M

ein, offered to stand godmother for her. Edmonia chose Lady Cholmondeley, whom I remember well in Rome as a great belle and a highly accomplished woman. She wrote poetry, I wa

hard English appellation, two pre