Most of all, it is impossible for me to forget
the rare kindliness of his manner, his friendly suggestions, and the
beaming expression of his eye.
I met it last at the little stile from which I strolled away to the
station at Dearman; and when I saw the kind face again, it was in the
coffin, at the little church where he attended service. But the eyes
were closed, and the wonderful radiance of expression gone. It seemed to
me that death never took away more from a living face; it was but a cold
shadow lying there, of the man who had taught a nation to love him.
Edgewood, _Sept._ 1863.
CONTENTS.
_INTRODUCTORY._
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I. With my Aunt Tabithy 1
II. With my Reader 9
_DREAMS OF BOYHOOD._
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I. Rain in the Garret 26
II. School-Dreams 33
III. Boy Sentiment 43
IV. A Friend made and Friend lost 49
V. Boy Religion 60
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