The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 52, February, 1862 by Various
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your neglected laws! we shall hearken to your divine whispers! we shall
bring you back from your ignominious exile, and place you on your ancestral throne!' "'Let us do it!' was the general cry. "A sudden enthusiasm fired us, and we grasped each other's hands in the hearty impulse of the moment. My own private intention to make a summer trip to the White Mountains had been relinquished the moment I heard Eunice give in her adhesion. I may as well confess, at once, that I was desperately in love, and afraid to speak to her. "By the time Mrs. Shelldrake brought in the apples and water we were discussing the plan as a settled thing. Hollins had an engagement to deliver Temperance lectures in Ohio during the summer, but decided to postpone his departure until August, so that he might, at least, spend two months with us. Faith Levis couldn't go,--at which, I think, we were all secretly glad. Some three or four others were in the same case, and the company was finally arranged to consist of the Shelldrakes, Hollins, Mallory, Eunice, Miss Ringtop, and myself. We did not give much thought, either to the preparations in advance, or to our mode of life when settled there. We were to live near to Nature: that was the main thing. "'What shall we call the place?' asked Eunice. "'Arcadia!' said Abel Mallory, rolling up his large green eyes. "'Then,' said Hollins, 'let us constitute ourselves the Arcadian Club!'" ----"Aha!" interrupted Mr. Johnson, "I see! The A.C.!" |
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