ST. PAUL’S-CROSS.—One thing you seem to have forgotten.
633.—Friday, November 2, 1855.
THE gay flowers of summer we can but admire, but the wild flowers of spring will I place near my heart.
634.—Saturday, November 3, 1855.
H.E. T. C. S.—Philip Augustus. “The oasis in the desert.”
635.—Thursday, November 8, 1855.
D.—It must not be privately settled. You are deceived. Those now no more were deceived. I foster none: but am true to ties of happier days. Open to me a communication and a public investigation.—MARY.
636.—Saturday, November 10, 1855.
STRANGER.—You were present, I was absent. I am present, you are absent. Suspense I cannot bear. Tell me, am I never to see you again?—W . . . . . r, November 7.