"Wednesday. { Laura Thurston."
"It is all the fault of that, aw, that confounded Thomas!" said Ned.
So Thomas was discharged.
LIGHT AND DARK.
I.
Straggling through the winter sky,
What is this that begs the eye?
More than pauper by its state,
Less than prince its bashful gait.
'Tis the soul in sun's disguise,
Child of Reason's enterprise;
Through earth's weather seeks its kin,
Begs the sun-like take it in.
Thus from purpling heaven bid,
Open flies the double lid;
To the palace-steps repair
Souls awakened, foul or fair;