The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 79, May, 1864 by Various
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our hearts for her.
Thus the world shuts us out from all sympathy with its joys or afflictions. But the world doesn't know everything,--least of all what is passing in the heart of an old bachelor. * * * * * Jamie and Mary are old folks now. He never went to sea after his marriage. Father set him up in a store. I should make it my home with them, but they live at the old place, and I am always better away from there. Mrs. Maylie was right about my noticing children. I like to sit on the stone wall and talk with them. No face comes between theirs and mine,--unless it's the little girl's who moved away. Farmer Hill's is a pleasant family. His grandchildren call me Captain Joseph. I humor them almost as much as he does. When huckleberries come, they wonder why I won't let them take that little rough-looking basket that hangs over the looking-glass. 'Tis the one Margaret made that night in the hut on The Mountains. * * * * * THE SNOW-MAN. The fields are white with the glittering snow, Save down by the brook, where the alders grow, And hang their branches, black and bare, |
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