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These occasional papers, rescued from the pages of our monthly magazine, The Sword and the Trowel, are preserved in this form from the oblivion which awaits the bulk of periodical literature. We are in hopes that spare half-hours may be profitably spent in reading these brief essays. The Spare Half Hour should be allowed to lie about in the parlor, the kitchen, or the waiting-room: it may catch...

no longer alone. There, by my side, I beheld a horseman in a dark dress, mounted on a white steed. In intense amazement I gazed upon him; where could he have come from? He appeared as suddenly as if he had sprung from the earth. He must have been riding behind and overtaken me. And yet I had not heard the slightest sound: it was mysterious, inexplicable. But the joy of being released from my perilous position soon overcame my feelings of wonder, and I began at once to address my companion. I asked
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