Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 107, September, 1866
THE SURGEON'S ASSISTANT
I
II
ON TRANSLATING THE DIVINA COMMEDIA
THIRD SONNET
WOMAN'S WORK IN THE MIDDLE AGES
PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS
IX
UNIVERSITY REFORM
AN ADDRESS TO THE ALUMNI OF HARVARD, AT THEIR TRIENNIAL FESTIVAL, JULY 19, 1866
THE VOICE
LIFE ASSURANCE
A DISTINGUISHED CHARACTER
THE BOBOLINKS
GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY
CHAPTER XXXIX
CHAPTER XL
THE CHIMNEY-CORNER FOR 1866
IX. HOW SHALL WE BE AMUSED?
AN ITALIAN RAIN-STORM
INCIDENTS OF THE PORTLAND FIRE
MY LITTLE BOY
LAKE CHAMPLAIN
YESTERDAY
THE JOHNSON PARTY
REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES
RECENT AMERICAN PUBLICATIONS
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The sickness of the nation not being unto death, we now begin to number its advantages. They will not all be numbered by this generation; and as for story-tellers, essayists, letter-writers, historians, and philosophers, if their "genius" flags in half a century with such material as hearts, homes, and battle-fields beyond counting afford them, they deserve to be drummed out of their respective regiments, and banished into the dominion of silence and darkness, forever to sit on the borders of unfathomable ink-pools, minus pen and paper, with fool's-caps on their heads.
I know of a place which you may call Dalton, if it must have a name. At the beginning of our war,—for which some true spirits thank Almighty God,—a family as wretched as Satan wandering up and down the earth could wish to find lived there, close beside the borders of a lake which the Indians once called—but why should not your fancy build the lowly cottage on whatsoever green and sloping bank it will? Fair as you please the outside world may be,—waters pure as those of Lake St. Sacrament, with islands on their bosom like those of Horicon, and shores beautifully wooded as those of Lake George,—but what delight will you find in all the heavenly mansions, if love be not there?
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"Promotion, eh!" she was looking the scrawl over again.
The word, as she pronounced it, was not an interrogation. Miss Ames seemed to be musing, yet with no activity of curiosity, on the one idea which had evidently possessed the child's mind in writing.
