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 to hear you express your satisfaction in regard to the whole article.

I doubt not that ere this you have enjoyed the paper on "Autumnal Tints" I am sure that my dear Brother went to his grave as gracefully as the leaves in autumn. [The poor sister means, as undisturbedly as the leaf flashes into all the gleaming glory of the rainbow and silently obeys the Divine behest that ordains its death when Autumn winds grow chill.] ''Oh! that you could have known him personally: he was wonderfully gifted in conversation.'' [Aye; and now there is only silence and the patient waiting for the gracious manumission of Death!]

''Thank you for the hints relating to yourself and family. What you say about enjoying the days as if they were made expressly for''