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We have a great deal more kindness last and best, he will ever hear from us. than is ever spoken. Barring all the He is no stranger now. Vulgarity, igselfishness that chills like east winds, this norance, misapprehensions, are old acwhole human family is bathed with an quaintances of ours. element of love like a fine ether. How many of our kind we meet in homes, whom we sarcely speak to, whom yet we honor, and who honor us! How many we see on the streets, or sit with in cabarets or churches whom, they silently, we warmly rejoice to be with. Read the language of those wandering eyebeams. The heart knoweth its own.

You read of me and my kind in poetry. From the highest degree of passionate love, to the lowest degree of good will, we help make the sweetness of life.

The moment we indulge our affections, the earth is metamorphosed: there is no winter, and no night: all tragedies, all ennuis vanish; nothing fills the proceeding eternity but the form all radiant of our beloved person.

We chide society, we embrace solitude, and yet we are not so ungrateful as not to see the wise, the lovely, and the noble-minded, as from time to time we meet them in this walk of life.

Who hears us, who understands us? Cur kind hears us and understands usWe have the nimblest fancy, a richer thus we have become a group for all memory. For long hours we can contime. Nor is nature so poor, but that tinue a series of sincere, graceful, rich 'she gives us means of expressions, thus communications, drawn from the oldwe weave social threads of our own, a est, most most secret experiences, so that they who sit by, of our own acquaintances shall feel a lively surprise at our unusual powers.

But as soon as a stranger begins to intrude his partialities, his definitions, his defects, into our conversation, it is all over. He has heard the first, the

new web of relations, and as many thoughts in succession substantiate themselves, we shall by and by stand in a new world of our own creation, and no longer strangers or outcasts in a traditionary world.

Billie Brown

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