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Title: The Granite monthly, a New Hampshire magazine, devoted to literature, history, and state progress Year: 1900 (1900s) Authors: Subjects: New Hampshire -- History Periodicals Publisher: Dover, N.H. : H.H. Metcalf, Publisher Contributing Library: University of New Hampshire Library Digitizing Sponsor: University of New Hampshire Library

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Text Appearing Before Image: alhoun, a well-known citizen of Littleton, died in that town, March 23. Mr. Calhoun was born in Lyman, May 10, 1832, but had been a resident ofLittleton since 1868. He was for many years engaged in trade, and subsequentlyin lumbering in company with Charles Eaton. Politically he was an activeRepublican. He served as selectman, supervisor, and was a representative fromLittleton in 18S4. HERBERT E. HALL, M. D. Herbert E. Hall, born in Nashua, February 23, 1864, died in New York,March 17, igoo. Mr. Hall was educated at Ann Arbor, Mich., and the Burling-ton (Vt.) Medical college, graduating from the latter in 1885. March 17, of thatyear, he married Carrie Elizabeth Thompson of Albion, N. Y., and settled therein the practice of medicine, but subsequently removed to Provincetown, Mass. Heeventually gave up practice on account of his health, and after a time becamemanager of the New York Musical Record, holding this position at the time ofhis death. His wife and three children survive him. 1

Text Appearing After Image: THE MOTHER CHURCH. THE FIRST CHURCH OF CHRIST, SCIENTIST, BOSTON, MASS. Tnn (iRARITC AORTMBq, Vol. XXVIII. MAY, 1900. No. 5, EASTER MORN. By Mary Baker G. Eddy. Gently thou beckonest from the giant hills,—And new-born beauty in the emerald sky, And wakening murmurs from the drowsy- rills,O gladsome dayspring! reft of mortal sigh— To glorify all time—eternity— With thy still fathomless Christ-majesty. Brightly thou gildest gladdened joy, dear God ! Give risen power to prayer ; fan Thou the flameOf right with might; and, midst the rod. And stern, dark shadows cast on Thy blest name,Eift Thou a patient love above earths ire,Piercing the clouds with its triumphal spire. With sacred song and loudest breath of praise.Echoing amidst the hymning spheres of light— And Heavens lyres and angels loving lays—Send to the loyal struggler for the right Joy, not of time and not by nature sown. But the celestial seed dropped from Eoves throne. Prolong the strain Christ risen ! Sad sense, an

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