The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . deep sigh were riven ; She strove to speak ; at last with tears profuse She cried, Alas, this is my one excuse (Tho it ma) seem like Scriptural abuse) I will confess to you, my friend, that pen A demon seemed, to wreck my hopes of Heaven, Oft with seductive smile and oft again It beckoned me to stop and wield it when To yield were sin ; its emissaries then (Giving no peace unless at once expressed, Compelling thoughts) swift through my brain were driven, Until at last, tho urgent duties pressed, (Seeking to still that
The Granite monthly : a magazine of literature, history and state progress . deep sigh were riven ; She strove to speak ; at last with tears profuse She cried, Alas, this is my one excuse (Tho it ma) seem like Scriptural abuse) I will confess to you, my friend, that pen A demon seemed, to wreck my hopes of Heaven, Oft with seductive smile and oft again It beckoned me to stop and wield it when To yield were sin ; its emissaries then (Giving no peace unless at once expressed, Compelling thoughts) swift through my brain were driven, Until at last, tho urgent duties pressed, (Seeking to still that clamorous unrest) I ve grasped it though remorse lurked in my breast And sat me down, surrendering to its sway While broadest meaning to those thoughts were given. Thus had I sinned ; but, penitent, one day, With stern resolve I took the pen away From all its wonted haunts ;—then did I say, Satan behind me get! tempt me no more : Yearnings, away !—let Duly be my law ; With worms I 11 grovel—only birds may soar. Thus she confessed—Poets inav she be shriven ? . cx. -—iO*^ THE INTRODUCTION OF GRAMMAR AT THK CROSS ROADS. A TKlK STORY By Eva J. B T£l -s)] ^ was early in the win->••] ter of 1S20, and Abner Johnson, a student from J &i] Dartmouth college, had come to the Cross Roads where lie was keepiu of the skule an boardin1 round. The school consisted of some lift}pupils, of all sizes, from the big boysand girls on the back seat-, whowere as old as the master himself,and could cipher in the rule of three,down to the A, B, C class on thelowest benches near the fireplace. The master wanted to introduce anew stud}, called Grammar, but someof the deestrict fathers gravelyshook their heads, and thought it awaste of time and money, so a meet-ing was called at the schoolhouse,one evening, for the purpose of dis-cussing the matter. First they raked open the coals inthe fireplace and put 0:1 a big birchstick, then Lijah Marstcn, who waschairman of the school committee,pr
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