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[NOTE IX.]

“I recollect it well, and loved the time,
When we were wont to meet: when last we met
I parted from you for this western clime,
With the deep feeling never to forget.
In the quick bustle of the busy throng,
I feel that I shall miss ye, O! how long!
The generous hearts who mann’d my spirit on––
Who sooth’d me when I lost and cheer’d me when I won.”

I have both rhyme and reason for remembering my young friends of Baltimore. More frank, fearless, and generous spirits, it has not been my lot to meet: social companions, firm friends, and with highly cultivated minds, they possess an esprit du corps which gives such qualities their strongest attractions. They have made Baltimore to me the “city of the soul.”

[NOTE X.]

“Making of human rights the merest mock.”
The fiend’s arch mock.
Shakspeare.

ERRATA.

In [Stanza 69, 7th line], read To for No.