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This amount would give every man, would carpet a hall fifty feet wide, ex- woman and child in the State fifty-two tending from Boston to Washington, yards of woolen cloth, valued at $24, By such practical illustration we are and seven hundred and thirty-eight yards enabled in some degree, to comprehend of cotton cloth, worth $70. The cotton the magnitude and increase of these great cloth would extend in a straight line branches of manufacturing in our State. 136,000 miles, or five and one-half times We can hardly expect as great a change round the globe. If a yard wide, it in the same direction in the next seventy would cover 49.58G acres, or seventy-sev- years. A. J. Fogg. en square miles. The woolen cloth

��THE CONFESSION.

��BY WILL E. WALKER.

��" O stay a little longer, stay, Sweet Soeur Marie, till I've confessed To you alone ; for all your care But seems as answer to a prayer, Forever thought, but ne'er expressed.

I knew a lady, years ago, When, fair and cold, she passed me by, A nameless soldier in the crowd, Who looked upon that lady proud As on a star in yonder sky.

I heard the praise that others gave ;

But some admirers said that she

But lacked a heart ; that none could move That stately dame to warmth and love,

All faultless in her courtesy.

Then I would think of what I saw One day, while passing her demense; And treasured in my foolish heart • The secret which she did impart, Unknowing, unto me, unseen.

I saw her raise a little child, Who fell while running from the place ; And calm its sobs, allay its fears With loving words, and dry its tears Beneath the sunshine of her face.

The child was poor, and plain, and wan, But could the worth of kindness feel ; And sure, some grace of holy rood It had, or else the lady's mood Had ne'er escaped its gates of steel.

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