Delusion; or, The Witch of New England

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tage, heated by the summer sun resting on its roof almost to the heat of a f

ow pallet, by the side of which hung the

odd and worn volumes of the student's library. A Greek Testament, several lexicons, half a volume of Horace, lay scattered on the table.

ipts were scattered about. Wherever the floor was visible, the frequent ink spots indic

y that the young man entered his little chambe

s, aching with the labor of the day; but no; his lamp was on the table, and,

is thoughts, to calm his weakened nerves. He rose and walked his chamb

n content to remain the clod,

iterary ease-the lolling study-chair, the convenient apartment, the brilliant li

. He was engaged on a translation from the Greek. His efforts to collect and concentrate his thoughts

y mind?" Again he walked his little room, but with gentler steps

?-when I believed myself destined to be other than a hewer of wood and a drawer of water, because I felt an immeasurable pity for my fellow-men, groping, as I did myself, under all the evils of ignorance and sin? Was it

took from his table a manuscript of two

when under the influence of despondency, every line seemed to him feeble or exaggerated; all the faults gla

The bitter cup of poverty is at my lips. I have not even the power to purchase a single book. Shall I go agai

nance. "Will they not say, and justly, 'Go back to your

e more calm. The short summer's night, in its progress, had bathed the earth in darkness, and cooled the heated r

ppearing in the east, and the planet Venus, shining with

to the manger of the Savior! I aspire only to be a teacher of the sublime wisdom of that humble

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te my powe

ds began to make those faint twitterings beneath the downy breast of the mo

iring in its rude candlestick. He threw himself on his