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Title: Our Sunday book of reading and pictures
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Archer, Thomas, 1830-1893
Subjects: English literature American literature
Publisher: London : Griffith Farran Okeden & Welsh
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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he country, made its appearance, and the driver was a bonny young woman of the vale. Accordingly we were all carted along to the little town of Ambleside,three and a half miles distant. Our style of travelling occasioned no astonish-ment ; on the contrary, we met a smiling salutation wherever we appeared ;Miss Wordsworth being, as I observed, the person most familiarly known of ourparty, and the one who took upon herself the whole expenses of the flying colloquies exchanged with stragglers on the road. > e< Our noisy years seem moments in the beingOf the Eternal Silence, truths that wake To perish never ;Which neither listlessncss nor mad endeavours. Nor man nor boy,Nor all that is at enmity with joy.Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence in a season of calm weather.Though inland far we be,Our souls have sight of that immortal seaWhich brought us hither,Can in a moment travel thither.And see the children sport upon the shore,And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore. WORDSWORTH.
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A letter from Australia. ( ^^5 J Tsetterx^ of Si)^goae Uimex^. Language which now would be sneered at as only fit for a sentimental novel,was the common style of our ancestors. They were not ashamed of their feelings,and uttered what they felt in the nearest words that sprang to their lips. Andwhat letters were theirs! Modern usages have not only made letter-writing athing of the past, but a thing to ridicule ; and a long letter is received with aprofession of horror, and commenced with a yawn at the expense of the writer.But in the olden time, a gentleman would indite an epistle of from four to tenfolio pages to his family and his friends, filled with precisely the same matter hewould have uttered by word of mouth ; and, so far from this being deemed aninfliction, it was a dearly-loved right to give and receive. Out of sight, couldnot have been out of mind then. On the contrary, during the whole time ofwriting and reading these letters, the absent was the one subject of thought;an

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