Can't never yet did anything;Then came Miss Mansfield's school, and Mr. Magoun's. Who does not look back with pleasure to Mr. Magoun's reign? I loved him, even though he inflicted many an indignity upon me, by causing me to follow him while he slowly moved through the seats of the boys' side, mending their quill-pens or filling their inkstands, thereby mortifying greatly my sweet elder sister who never did anything wrong; and all — for what? Whispering, Mr. Magoun called it, but in my opinion, it was “friends taking sweet counsel together.” My copy of the old American First Class Book, the reader used then, is among my choicest possessions. It has my name written by Mr. Magoun, on the fly-leaf, dated 1844.
Try has done wonders.
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