The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 77, March, 1864

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Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 13, No. 77, March, 1864

THE QUEEN OF CALIFORNIA

THE BROTHER OF MERCY

AMBASSADORS IN BONDS

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WET-WEATHER WORK

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ON THE RELATION OF ART TO NATURE

PART II

OUR CLASSMATE

F. W. C

WHITTIER

THE CONVULSIONISTS OF ST. MÉDARD

SECOND PAPER

HOUSE AND HOME PAPERS

III

WHAT IS A HOME, AND HOW TO KEEP IT

SONG

OUR SOLDIERS

WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY

THE PENINSULAR CAMPAIGN

REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES

RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS

RECEIVED BY THE EDITORS OF THE ATLANTIC MONTHLY

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Mr. Deane walked into church on Easter Sunday, followed by a trophy. This trophy had once been a chattel, but was now, as Mr. Deane assured him, a man. Scarcely a shade darker than Mr. Deane himself as to complexion, in figure quite as prepossessing, in bearing not less erect, he passed up the north aisle of St. Peter's to the square pew of the most influential of the wardens, who was also the first man of the Church Musical Committee.

The old church was beautiful with its floral decorations on this festival. The altar shone with sacramental silver, and rare was the music that quickened the hearts of the great congregation to harmonious tunefulness. The boys in their choral, Miss Ives in her solos, above all, the organist, in voluntary, prelude, and accompaniment, how glorious! If a soul in the church escaped thankfulness in presence of those flowers, in hearing of that music, I know not by what force it could have been conducted that bright morning to the feet of Love. It was "a day of days."

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"I wait my time."

Then, urged on by two motives, distinct, yet confluent, and so all-powerful,—

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