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of my scolloped oysters, and pressed chickens, and jell-cake, and tarts, and my heartfelt pity and sympathy, to say nothin' of other vittles, and well-meanin' actions accordin'. [Illustration: How I did wish he could have had some of my scolloped oysters, and jell-cake, and tarts.] Of course, I would have been pleased to have had Queen Isabelle and Ferdinand there-- There wuz cake enough, and ice-cream, and oysters, and everything. And everybody that knows me knows that I hain't one to begrech havin' one or two more visitors to wait on and provide for than I had planned havin'. Yes, I should have been glad to seen 'em, and wait on 'em. But I didn't seem to care anything about seein' 'em, compared to my feelin's about Christopher Columbus. Yes, Christopher wuz my theme, and my constant burden of mind. But I had to gin it up. I couldn't expect a man to live four or five hundred years jest to please me, and gratify Jonesville. No, Columbus wuzn't there. He wuz off somewhere a-discoverin' new continents, or planets, mebby. For I don't believe he crumpled right down, and sot down forever on them golden streets. No; I believe the eager, active mind would be a-reachin' out, a-findin' out new truths, new discoveries, so great that it would probable make us shet our eyes before the blindin' glory of 'em, if we could only git a glimpse of 'em. But there, in that New World that lays beyend the sunset, he is happy at last--blest in the companionship of other true prophetic ones, whose deepest strivin's wuz, like his, to make the world better and wiser--them who longed for deeper, fuller understandin', and who walked the narrer streets of earth, like him, in chains and soul-hunger. I love to think that now, onhampered by mutinous foes, or mortal weakness, they are a-sailin' out on that broad sea of full knowledge, and comprehension, and divine sympathy. Lit by the sunshine of infinite love, they sail on, and on, and on. THE END. Other Works by Joshiah Allen's Wife. POEMS. A Charming Volume of Poetry. Beautifully Illustrated by W. Hamilton Gibson and other Artists. Bound in Colors. Square 12mo, 216 pp. Cloth, $2.00. "Will win for her a title to an honorable place among American poets."--_Chicago Standard._ "Miss Holley has here more than sustained her previous high literary reputation."--_Interior, Chicago._ SAMANTHA AMONG THE BRETHREN. By "Jos
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