Balm and solace of our lives;
Flies, like incense, o’er the ocean,
To our sweethearts and our wives.
P. E.
THE DUEL.
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BY E. S. GOULD, ESQ. OF NEW YORK.
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Harry Bradford sat musing by the window and was apparently lost in thought, when a sudden knock at his door aroused him; but before he could bid the applicant enter, Fred Stanley burst into the room.