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    Wit A BREAM OF KABJOETASSAK.

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    " Sir, Your Most Dear Daughters." " I Pr...

    " Hard words those , my . dear / ' said I complacently , rather proud that she could pronounce them so glibly .

    " _YeSy papia , dreadful words . Miss Chromatic was obliged to say them over ever so many times before I could repeat them after

    her . " The little fingers turned over a page or two and then I heard '

    these singular words : " Who was Higgins ? A noble Roman of the Augustan age . His Poetican-Astromon-mon' ( I can't say

    that hard word , I must leave that out ) is the only work of his extant . "

    " I never heard of Higgins , my dear , as a noble Roman . Let me see the book . "

    " Oh yes , Papa , here it is , you see , Higgins . ' " " Hyginusmy dearnot Hiins . "

    But in another , moment , the new sound was forgotten , and thenoble Hyginus was again the ignoble Higgins .

    " Only-one other lesson , and that ' s all . " ee , was Anniei Zag-zag ?"

    Again I took the book and read out : " was Anaxagoras _? A celebrated philosopher of Clazomenewho taught at Athens . His

    knowledge appears to have been of a very , superior kind . ' "My dear child" said I " I don ' t consider this knowledge of a

    very superior kind , for you . , " cc will never be of any use to me as long as I live" replied

    the child wearily , putting up her little face to be kissed , , then kneeling for the evening prayers .

    The four slight forms knelt around me . " God bless dear mamma in heaven" said the youngest .

    My spec , tacles were so dim , I was obliged to take them off , and wipe themand when they all ran smiling awayI confess my gaze

    rested longest , on that one with the golden curls , who had prayed God to bless her mother . The door closed , the radiant faces , thei

    happy voices , were gone . I was alone . At such times I felt doubly widowed ; but shaking off the gloomy feeling , I drew my

    easy chair to the fire , fixed on my spectacles firmly and prepared to read . All in vain . That noble RomanHigginshaunted me

    , , _* and my little girl ' s words , _" It will never be of any use to ' me * as long as I live" stared at me from the four walls of the roomy or

    floated around , me in mournful echoes . I put down my book and began to gaze at the fire in a pondering

    mood , wondering what would become of my girls when I should be dead and gone , and they grown women . . I suppose I fell asleep , for

    it suddenly appeared to me that I had been dead a long time , and Was now permitted to return to the earth to see nay children .

    On looking around I . found myself in the midst of a strange landscape not to be seen on this side of our lobe . A large cabin

    g or log hut stood before me . I felt myself compelled to enter . I .

    was in , a long low room filled with a rough sort of furniture , and

    Wit A Bream Of Kabjoetassak.

    Wit A BREAM OF _KABJOETASSAK .

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  • English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Oct. 1, 1862, page 94, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01101862/page/22/