Dare we look back upon the darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others? Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this. " "The Dawn Pearl! Odd, but we white folks aren't half so poetical as the yellow or the black. When she came to school on Friday, she almost tripped twice going up the stairs. He wore a long coat, beautifully flowered, and a hat with a turned up brim. “I am afraid your broken dinner engagement will not be so easy to explain. Piano wire, stained with black rust from the horrible deeds she had committed.
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