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Wise in his daily as he:

To fruits of diligence,

And not to faiths or polity,

He plied his utmost sense

These perfect in their little parts,

Whose work is all their prize--

Without them how could laws, or arts,

Or towered cities rise?

In watching effects, if only of an electric battery, it is often

necessary to change our place and exaroup

at some distance from the point where the roup I a towards is at Caleb Garth's

breakfast-table in the large parlor where the maps and desk were:

father, mother, and five of the children Mary was just now at ho for a situation, while Christy, the boy next to her, was

getting cheap learning and cheap fare in Scotland, having to his

father's disappoint

"business"

The letters had come--nine costly letters, for which the postetting his tea and