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Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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burned it. At length I finished my toilet, but could not find the of gloves that I wanted. At this last misfortune my temper began to up, and I searched the room with a savage on my face. Finally I found them, to my surprise, just they belonged. Then I grew more amiable, and was ready to stSrt. Our old gray took us along at a moderate trot, and I had good long breaths of fresh country . , said my cousin as we reached the toll-bridge, I have forgotten my purse and cant pay our across. Fortunately I had money with me, and so we were allowed to proceed. Soon we enteredthe grounds. There we saw all sorts of people, and how they did at the articles exhibited! There was fruit of all kinds, from a to a watermelon, and fancy work from lace to patchwork quilts. Soon we heard the of a trumpet, and, looking up, saw a man approaching with a trained and a trained . After looking at everything and eating candy and peanuts, we went home,where we ate a meal. ALICE I. H. THE DE VINNE PRESS, NEW YORK.
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HO, FOR THE TENNIS-COURTS! ST. NICHOLAS. Vol. XXII. JUNE, 1895. No. 8. Copyright, 1895, by The Century Co. All rights reserved. TO THE ROBIN THAT SINGS AT MY WINDOW. By John Bennett. Robin, abob in the top of the sycamore, Swinging and singing and flinging your song Out on the April breeze, Over the maple-trees,Like a gay cavalier lilting alongOver the hills to the valleys of Arcady, Through dewy dells where the spring blossoms blow, Out of gray shadow-lands Into May meadow-landsStarry with wind-flowers whiter than snow,—Oh, let me ride with you, Robin, to Arcady, Swift through the cool of the dew and the dawn! Oh, let me sing with you — Make the road ring with you —Gaily and gallantly galloping on ! Sing, Robin, sing a wild ballad of Arcady, Fresh as the fleet rosy clouds of the dawn!Sing as I ride with you,Sing side by side with you,While we go galloping, galloping on!Sing of the deeds that were done while the world was young;Sing of brave stories that never were told;Sing of

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