At length, while a mischievous smile danced through her tears, Lucy cried—“I wonder if I wouldn’t do for the doctor! and then papa can retain all his treasures. There he comes! I must run to tell him of this new plan!” And away she flew to meet her father.
FANCIES ABOUT A PORTRAIT.
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BY S. D. ANDERSON.
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O sweet the dreams that gather now,
Around me with their magic power,
The years are falling from my brow,
And hope, and joyousness, and thou,