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One calamity to which the death of Mr. Dickens dooms this country has not awakened the concern to which its gravity entitles it.

Lakeside was a pleasant little town of five or six thousand inhabitants, and a rather pretty one, too, as towns go in the Far West.

When I was twenty-seven years old, I was a mining-broker's clerk in San Francisco, and an expert in all the details of stock traffic.

It is a good many years since I was in Switzerland last. In that remote time there was only one ladder railway in the country.

I reverently believe that the Maker who made us all makes everything in New England but the weather.

The fifteenth regular toast was "The Babies--as they comfort us in our sorrows, let us not forget them in our festivities."