Our Young Folks, Volume 7Ticknor and Fields, 1871 - Children's literature |
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... out of place ; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul . " Answered also by " Demosthenes , " J. S. Н. , Grace E. Gilfillan , and other correspondents . " Prue . " Your letter came too late ...
... out of place ; There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl The feast of reason and the flow of soul . " Answered also by " Demosthenes , " J. S. Н. , Grace E. Gilfillan , and other correspondents . " Prue . " Your letter came too late ...
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