the thing is chronic—of high prices and hard times especially on the part of farmers. Yet I never saw them better clothed, or more given to expensive amusements, The literary men are truly to be pitied. The knowledge that represents years of hard labour and self-denial is of but doubtful value, They feel that the resistless march is raining and the hills across the river are of events has left them stranded on a barren enveloped in a thick mist. waste. They are even worse situated than
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