remains to mark the spot. In 1773, at Dartmouth, Jefferson co.
U.S. lived Nancy----, of respectable connexions. She was
engaged to be married. Her lover had set out for Lancaster. She
would follow him in the depth of winter, and on foot. There was
not a house for thirty miles, and the way through the wild
woods a footpath only. She persisted in her design, and
wrapping herself in her long cloak, proceeded on her way. Snow
and frost took place for several weeks, when some persons
passing her route, reached the lull at night. On lighting their
fires, an unearthly figure stood before them beneath the
bending branches, wrapped in a robe of ice. It was the lifeless
form of Nancy.

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THE GATHERER

"I am but a _Gatherer_ and disposer of other men's
stuff."--_Wotton_.

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The late Dr. Barclay was a wit and a scholar, as well as a very great
physiologist. When a happy illustration, or even a point of pretty broad
humour, occurred to his mind, he hesitated not to apply it to the
subject in hand; and in this way, he frequently roused and rivetted
attention, when more abstract reasoning might have failed of its aim. On
one occasion he happened to dine with a large party, composed chiefly of