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Title: The token : a Christmas and New Year's present
Year: 1830 (1830s)
Authors: Goodrich, Samuel G. (Samuel Griswold), 1793-1860
Subjects: Gift books
Publisher: Boston : Carter and Hendee
Contributing Library: The Centre for 19th Century French Studies - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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s,their features, their very names were forgotten, butthey came, and claimed, and found their pictures inthe cabinet of my memory. But to proceed. The sun was just rising from the sea, when I enteredWater Valley. Half a dozen horsemen were seenriding briskly up the opposite height, by a path whichran direct to Spanish Pass. I had followed the mainroad, which made a sweep round the foot of the hills,and entered the valley on the north. Poor fellows!thought I, you are gone upon a bootless errand.I tapped at the gate. To my utter astonishment, itwas opened by Robert. The old fellow really smiled.* Eh! Massa, me get home fust. In fact he had verycoolly kept his saddle, and drifted with the flood till itcrossed the plain of Agualta, five miles below, wherehis mule first found a foothold. The old fellow, ashe came down the stream, must have formed no badrepresentation of the god of a tropical river, where,from analogy, we must suppose that even spiritualessences must be rather dark favored.
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T\iplisliecl ly S.G.Goodr GRANDFATHER S HOBBY Whex some tall sage, revered and gray.Prolongs his late and lingering stay.What reverent eyes upon him turn!How from his lips we love to learnThe legends of the olden time,When the deep wood was in its prime,And when, as fancy paints the view,All was heroic, bold, and new!What though the gray old man may strideSome Hobby now and then, and rideFull tilt against this generation.Preaching the downfal of the nation ?Still, still, we love to hear him tellOf wile and war.with savage fell.Of bristling bears that bounded byAnd looked lone travellers in the eye,Of panthers stealing oer the wold.And hungry wolves that sought the fold.And how around his aged knees,At winter eve will childhood squeeze,And beg with many an earnest dun,He 11 tell of war and Washington I20* 234 THE TOKEN. How will the favorite grandson climbAnd claim his seat at such a time,And list intently to the tale,With wondering eye and cheek all pale-Though he perchance can only s

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