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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 4, October 1841

George R. Graham

Brother and sister! Alas! we are alone. Manhood has left us of that happy time only these emotions—first felt in the companionship of that now sainted being. But never shall we forget those days. They..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 1, July 1841

George R. Graham

All over this land there are spots like this, of bewildering beauty; where toil and rest, and wo and happiness, have struggled together for years. There are thousands, ay! tens of thousands, of humble..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 2, August 1841

George R. Graham

It must not be supposed that the youth was callous to his disgrace. He felt it acutely, and the more acutely because, as every good principle was not yet eradicated from his heart, he was conscious th..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 3, September 1841

George R. Graham

Our retiring habits, in this particular, being thus understood, it will be seen at once that we have no design of arguing the point with the Old Song which we have quoted at the head of this paper. We..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 5, November 1841

George R. Graham

It might be expected that a village so contiguous to a great city, would soon lose these distinctive marks of character, and that the extravagance, follies and vices of the metropolis would be general..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XIX, No. 6, December 1841

George R. Graham

The happy page, blushing, however, to find all eyes directed towards himself, trotted out a few paces in advance of the group, and removing the hood from the eyes of the noble bird, held the falcon on..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 1, January 1842

George R. Graham

The family of Jeanie was poor but virtuous, like thousands of others scattered all over the hills and vales of Scotland. Her father had once seen better days, having been indeed a farmer in a small wa..

Graham's Magazine, Vol. XX, No. 2, February 1842

George R. Graham

The night after the rescue of the passengers and crew of the brig was to me a restless one. I could not sleep. Hour after hour I lay in my hammock eagerly courting repose, but unable to find it, for t..