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Her simple, careless, childish flow of spirits often made me sad She

see bit of sunshine,

andit for a broad and eternal summer We sometimes hold

ood

cause, or the echo of its laughter coayety, moreover, was of a nature that showed ile harp-strings were her nerves As

they made sweet music at the airiest touch, it would require but a

stronger one to burst theht be, I tried

to reason with her, and persuade her not to be so joyous, thinking

that, if she would draw less lavishly upon her fund of happiness, it

would last the longer I re, when

we tired laborers sat looking on, like Goldse thorn-tree, while the young people were at their sports

"What is the use or sense of being so very gay?" I said to Priscilla,

while she was taking breath, after a great frolic "I love to see a

sufficient cause for everything, and I can see none for this Pray

tell ine this to be, which you

are so merry in"