The Last of the Foresters - Or, Humors on the Border; A story of the Old Virginia Frontier by John Esten Cooke
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her the hearts of all who admire those qualities; and that in
consideration of her liking for her friend Verty, that these friends of her own will bestow a portion of their approbation upon the young woodman: pity him when he incurs the displeasure of Mr., Jinks: sympathise with him when he is overwhelmed by the reproaches of Mr. Roundjacket, and rejoice with him when, in accordance with the strictest rules of poetic justice, he is rewarded for his kindness and honesty by the possession of the two things which he coveted the most in the world. RICHMOND, _June_, 1856. THE LAST OF THE FORESTERS. "_If we shadows have offended, Think but this, (and all is mended,) That you have but slumbered here While these visions did appear; And this weak and idle theme No more yielding than a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend_." MIDSUMMER-NIGHT'S DREAM. |
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