Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1866, by Ticknor andFields, in the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the District ofMassachusetts.
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QUICKSANDS.
IN THE HEMLOCKS.
LAST DAYS OF WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR.
THE DEAD SHIP OF HARPSWELL.
DOCTOR JOHNS.
TIED TO A ROPE.
GIOTTO'S TOWER.
PASSAGES FROM HAWTHORNE'S NOTE-BOOKS.
THE MOUNTAIN.
THE CHIMNEY-CORNER FOR 1866.
A PIONEER EDITOR.
GRIFFITH GAUNT; OR, JEALOUSY.
BAD SYMPTOMS.
REVIEWS AND LITERARY NOTICES.
"This is the seventy-fifth pair! Pretty well for us in so short a time!"said the Colonel's wife.
"Yes, but we must give Aunt Marian the credit of a very largeproportion; at least ten pairs have come from her."
"I have nothing to do but to knit; none to knit for at home but my cat,"I replied, rather shortly, to the soft voice that had given me creditfor such extraordinary industry. Afterwards I looked up at Percy Lunt,and tried to think of some pleasant thing to say to her; but invain,—the words wouldn't come. I did not like her, and that is thetruth.
Thirty of us were assembled as usual, at our weekly "Soldiers' AidCircle." We always met at the house of her father, Colonel Lunt, becauseits parlors were the largest in Barton, and because Mrs. Lunt invited usto come every week at three o'clock in the afternoon, and stay tillnine, meanwhile giving us all tea. The two parlors, which opened intoeach other as no others in Barton did, were handsomely furnished witharticles brought from France; though, for that matter, they did not lookvery different from Barton furniture generally, except, perhaps, inbeing plainer. Just now the chairs, lounges, and card-table were coveredwith blue yarn, blue woollen cloth, unbleached cotton, and other thingsrequisite for the soldiers. They, the soldiers, had worn out themiserable socks provided by government in two days' marching, and sentup the cry, to the mothers and sisters in New England, "Give us suchstockings as you are used to knitting for us!"
That home-cry found its answer in every heart. Not a hand but responded.Every spare moment was given to the needs of the soldiers. For thesewere not the materials of a common army. These were all our ownbrothers, lovers, husbands, fathers. And shame to the wife, daughter, orsister who would know them to be sufferers while a finger remained on...