thy hand findeth to do." If we have but one small talent we are commanded to put it upon usury, "that the Lord may receive his own when he cometh."

Some pieces were contributions from the pen of a loved sister, whose sentiments and principles are in unison with my own, and so they flow on together, in one common channel. Those designated by a star (*) in the Index, are from her pen.

On page 141, near the bottom, the paragraph which now reads, "You did not expect me to be found alone now, did you?" should read, "You did not expect to find me alive now," &c.

On page 272, in the 11th line from the top, in the word "rugg'd," the letter e should be substituted for the apostrophe.

These errors escaped attention in reading the proof, before it went to press.

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  When autumn winds are round us sighing,--   When pale flowers are 'round us dying, It pain and pleasure to us gives, To gather up the wither'd leaves.

  The year so tasteful flung her flow'rs In garlands gay, o'er sylvan bow'rs; But where they hung:--so brief--   Now only hangs the wither'd leaf.

  Dear reader, thus to thee I come, With tresses blossom'd for the tomb; And offer what the season gives,--   My faded flow'rs--my WITHERED LEAVES.

A. S. H.

Index

 Shadows of the Past

Reminiscences; The Old Homestead The Old House The Old School House The Grave Yard

Midnight Scenes, or, Pictures of Human Life Picture No. 2 Picture No. 3 Picture No. 4

The History of a Household

Lines written during convalescence from Brain Fever

The Angel Cousin

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