. Home school of American literature: . frenzy. V .; .. jm the old clergyman sleeps beneath a brown-stone slab Glimpses of Dream-Life 535 The last scene of summer changes now to the cobwebbed ceiling of an attor-neys office. Books of law, scattered ingloriously at your elbow, speak dully tothe flush of your vanities. You are seated at your small side-desk, where you have■wrought at those heavy mechanic labors of drafting, which go before a knowledgeof your craft. A letter is by you, which you regard with strange feelings; it is yetunopened. It comes from Laura. It is in reply to one whic
. Home school of American literature: . frenzy. V .; .. jm the old clergyman sleeps beneath a brown-stone slab Glimpses of Dream-Life 535 The last scene of summer changes now to the cobwebbed ceiling of an attor-neys office. Books of law, scattered ingloriously at your elbow, speak dully tothe flush of your vanities. You are seated at your small side-desk, where you have■wrought at those heavy mechanic labors of drafting, which go before a knowledgeof your craft. A letter is by you, which you regard with strange feelings; it is yetunopened. It comes from Laura. It is in reply to one which has cost you verymuch of exquisite elaboration. You have made your avowal of feeling as muchlike a poem as your education would admit. Indeed, it was a pretty letter, in■which vanity of intellect had taken a very entertaining part, and in which yourjudgment was too cool to appear at all. We will look only at a closing passage: My friend Clarence will, I trust, believe me, when I say that his letter was a surprise to me. To say that it was very gratefu
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