The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 58, August, 1862

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Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 10, No. 58, August, 1862

THE NEW GYMNASTICS

MR. AXTELL

CONCERNING DISAGREEABLE PEOPLE

THE SAM ADAMS REGIMENTS IN THE TOWN OF BOSTON

LIFE IN THE OPEN AIR

KATAHDIN AND THE PENOBSCOT

CHAPTER I

CHAPTER II

CHAPTER III

TO WILLIAM LOWELL PUTNAM, AFTER SEEING TWO PHOTOGRAPHS OF HIM

THE HORRORS OF SAN DOMINGO

CHAPTER III

MY LOST ART

IN WAR-TIME

AMY WENTWORTH

THOREAU

A SUMMER DAY

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES

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My sister said "I will" one day, (naughty words for little children,) and so it came to pass that she paid the penalty by coming to live in the parsonage with a very grave man. And he preaches every Sunday out of the little square pulpit, overhung by a great, tremulous sounding-board, to the congregation, sitting silently listening below, within the church.

I come every year to the parsonage, and in my visiting-time I occupy this tower. It is quite deserted when I am away, for I carry the key, and keep it with me wherever I go. I hang it at night where I can see the great shadow wavering on the ceiling above my head, when the jet of gas, trembling in the night-wind below, sends a shimmer of light into my room.

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"Don't interrupt me; let me finish. It's like making maple-sugar: one eats the sugar, calling it monstrous sweet, and all through the burning sun of summer sits under thin-leaved trees, to pay for the condensation. The point is, it doesn't pay,–the truest bit of sentiment the last winter has brought to me."

"Is this Anna?" asked the minister.

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