. Penman's Art Journal and Teachers' Guide. Hon, Edward Everett on Pen-manship. The followiagis an extract from a speech Master Tileslon for1 early life of all claimists upon wi-iting a 1m read, as few points which nobodypractical cduca-ice than a goodsire to speak of hand-writing, and I now him with gratitude, for track of an acquisition which has been e? tremely useful to me in after life, that of plain legible hand.—r/w Proffressiue Age. Remember that now ia tJie timo to sub-scribe for the JouKNAL, while you can get \. ir Nil ilie volume. Two subscriptions^Mll In irieived for$ with acop
. Penman's Art Journal and Teachers' Guide. Hon, Edward Everett on Pen-manship. The followiagis an extract from a speech Master Tileslon for1 early life of all claimists upon wi-iting a 1m read, as few points which nobodypractical cduca-ice than a goodsire to speak of hand-writing, and I now him with gratitude, for track of an acquisition which has been e? tremely useful to me in after life, that of plain legible hand.—r/w Proffressiue Age. Remember that now ia tJie timo to sub-scribe for the JouKNAL, while you can get \. ir Nil ilie volume. Two subscriptions^Mll In irieived for$ with acopy of the iha ihc GuiDB alone is worth all the money. n tful y It se med to grow ntof and blend taelf w th tl e h ghcstof me my maginat on L ttl L ly. dently resulted in my favor, for. after ques-tioning me OS to the nature of the sitting,the time, the privacy, and the remuneration,she turned about to her daughter with a re-laxing smile and said:• Well, Lily, if you would like to go, you Lilys fiicp benined up with radiant joy— sister, to I model. She used loved me. In 1cheerful, but itender feeling he cared for me. Herits. and coy laughter,were evidence of it. overarching elms of the old churcliyard, the budding quickset ofthe hedgerows, the rotted syciiinore leaves of the !--. uml tin- ri M sunlight frcn. Hn- .l-u,,,^ wr-t, wlnrl,kindled the ivy n H -it ,^ liH ^ u,\\\t the otber I drew litr to my hosooi. Lom^^I preaaed her there, for there was not a soulpiissiog, and her tears fell silently on myshoulder, where she snl>lK-il in ptace. ?Mydarlin-. I .^, \.?^. U- I Forgive me ii. : : leaving her. wliii li I > m -< i \\ . \. li )i.\\ justify), forgive me. 1 wilt never lorirci For a while
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