“Not this moment, Adolph. Just now I am Klemm!”
The sacrifices of Louise had been accepted in Heaven—of course they were appreciated on earth, and “perfect love which casteth out fear,” had lured the wanderer back to religion, and had been rewarded in its good performed and the power of doing good.
TO MY STEED.
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BY S. D. ANDERSON.
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Come forth, my brave steed, for the dew’s on the flowers,
And we will away with the speed of the hours;
The breath of the summer-time rides on the gale,