Crawfordsville Review, Crawfordsville, Montgomery County, 26 May 1855 — Page 1

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C1IAKLES II. BOVVEN, REVIEW. JEKEMIAII KEENEY, JOURNAL.

receipt of their Spring stock, comprising a complete variety of latest styles and best fabrics, to which they respectfully ask tho attention of all.

We shall bo plcuscdto see our old friends, and all who may bo disposed to call on us, at our new stand, where wo think wo can exhibit goods, the sight, of which will sullieicntly recommend them, and which we intend to sell at the smallest profits possible. We think we can live as cheap as any and aro determined to be undersold by nono, but mean that those who may favor us with their patronage, shall have goods of us as low as they are to bo had in town.

April 21, '55. vGn4.0

FAST

eolor'd Calicoes from S to 12)^ cts. pr. yd. Ginghams, Lawns, Borage Delaines, Ac., from 12}^ to 25 cents per yard. Beautiful French Chintz and Briiliantenes from 25 to 35 cents per yard. Tissues and Horaces from SO to 50 cents per yard.

Nice Summer Shawls from §1,50 to $4,50 Plain and Satin Straw Bonnets from 50 cts to $3,00. Black and Funcy Parasols from $1,00 to $3,50.

Ladies Collars and Mitt.s, a nice assortment, all prices. Some very handsome Work Boxes and many other notions, at

BENEFIEL & ELTZROTII'S.

21, 1S55.

rApril

llE best assortment of Window and Wall Paper in town, cheaper than ever, at april 21 '55 BENEFIEL & ELTZROTITS.

1855. F. II. FRY, 1855. HAS JUST RECEIVED A SPLENDID

ASSORTMENT OF

SPRING & SUMMER

every varietv and quality, which he will be happy to cxfiibit to all who may favor him with call. He would particularly call tho attention of the ladies to his stock of summer shoes and and gaitore, which have been selected with great care.

A good supply of Jonkin's superior Teas, constantly on hand.

March 31st. 1855. v6-n37tf.

Square Up.

A LL THOSE knowing themselves to bo indebted JL\. to me either by note or book account, aro requested to call and make payment as soon as possible, at tho ojd stand ond all thosahaving claims against mo will please present them, as I shall remain in this place but few days.

Having disposed of mr entire stock of Boots, Shoes, &c., to A. P- Watson Co.. I would bespeak for them the patronage heretofore bestowed upon me. L. FAlXEY. Jr.

Land Tor Sale

From the Chicago Democratic Press. REMINISCENCE.

BT O. EVEBT8.

Dow tho Bummer's breath returning, Now reminds me of the burning Of my heart's intense glow! I Down the long lane, in tho country, .* Whero tho fairest wild flowers grow I

Boots it naught to tell of blisses, ^Melting sighs and burning kisses, Such as lovers only know—

Youthful lovers, in tho country, r. When the fragrant zephyrs blow I

How I worshipped her in duty— How my soul was Ailed with boauty— How my ioart did overflow "SwoUi'ng with love-laden pulses,

Dreaming naught of care and wo

:She

was more than mortal to me— And her spirit oft did woo me, ,. How, no mortal man might know Through tho flowers and stars it wooed mo, "With her own transcendent glow I

Thus it is in life's glad morning, Lovo each beauteous thing adorning, v-' 'Lures us till we older grow Travoling toward another country,

Fading gently as we go.

Yct how often in that journey In fond memory return wo,

-m-r- ~\\T CI ril f~\ Tfc ~T^ It stands in front of the sum-

JN W 1 (J XV merjike a young

AND

IIVliiBia

BENEFIEL & ELTZROTH,

Pilgrims resting by tho way— Mourning for some sweet companion, From whoso love we've gone astray.

So with mo! from her I partod !. So with me! I'm heavy-hearted, When tho summer brings again Memory of tho rose and myrtle,

Blooming down tho country lano.

From Putnam's Magazino for May.

A CRUISE IN THE FLYING DUTCH'MAN.

J' "When I 6ailcd, when I sailed." [BALLAD or ROBERT KIDD. With the opening of spring my heart opens. My fancy expands with the flowers, and as I walk down town in the May morning toward the dingy counting-room and the old routine, you would hardly believe that I would not change my feelings for those of the Barber-Poet Jasmin, who goes, merrily singing, to his shaving and hair-cutting.

The first warm day puts the whole winter

Wam°r

before

ElstonjS New Brick, at t0 Prue, as I lean out and bathe in

the head of Commercial row, opposite tho Post OiHcc and Campbell's old stand, are now in the soft sunshine. My wife is trying her cap at the glass, and, not quite disentangled from her dreams, thinks I am speaking of a street-brawl, and replies that I had better take care of my own head. "Since you have charge of my heart, I suppose," I answer gaily, turning round to make her one of Titbottom's bows. "But seriously, Prue, how is it about my summer wardrobe?"

F. H. FRY.

Having purchased tho Mammoth Stock of Boots, Shoes. Leather, A*c., of L. Falley. Jr., woin- sick on the way. 1 he southern winds will tend to continue in tho same business, and should blo-w all the water out of the rivers, and bo happy many now

^nty^Indlna.Di?rfor'^l^namel^ we7t

from Crawfordsville and twenty from Lafayette.

his host,

and, single-handed, denes and utterly destroys its remorseless enemy. I throw up the chamber-window to breathe the earliest breath of summer. 'The brave young David has hit old Goliah square in the forehead this morning,"

Prue smiles, and tells me we shall have two months of winter yet, and I had better stop and order some more coal as I go down town. "Winter—coal!"

Then I step back, and, taking her by the arm, lead her to the window. I throw it open even wider than before. The sunlight streams on the great church-towers opposite, and the trees in the neighboring square glisten and wave their boughs gently, as if they would burst into leaf before dinner. Cages are hung at the open cham-ber-windows in the street, and the birds, touched into song by the sun, make Memnon true. Prue's purple and white hyacinths are in full blossom, and perfume the warm air, so that the canaries and the mocking birds are no longer aliens in the city streets, but are once more swinging in their spicy native groves.

A soft wind blows upon us as we stand, listening and looking. Cuba and the Tropics are in the air. The drowsy tune of a hand-organ rises from the square, and Italy comes singing in upon the sound. My triumphant eyes meet Prue's. They are full of sweetness and spring. "What do you think of the 6ummer wardrobe now?"

ask, and we go down to

breakfast. But the air has magic in it, and I do not cease to dream. If I meet Charles, who is bound for Alabama, or John, who sails for, Savannah with a trunk full of white jackets, I do not say to them as their other friends say,—

THE following described very valu- vvindy night, and, housed in bad inn,

ihc find

halfofsouth west quarter of sec. 84, township 20, "Are the cars punctual in leaving? —grimnorth range, 5 west. The land is about eight miles ]y

surc

"Happy travellers, who cut March and. April out of the dismal year!" I do not envy them. They will be sea-'

continue in tho same business, and should Dlo^ all the water out of the rivers, and to wait upon all his old customers and as desolately stranded upon mud, they will reow ones as inav favor us with a call. ,. ,r""

A. P. WATSON & CO. iieve tne tedium of the interval by tying 21.1S55. n40tf. with lar^e rones & vmintr frpntlpnuin r.ivinoApril 21,1S55.

with large ropes & young gentleman raving with delirium tremens. They will hurry along appalled by forests blazing in the

themselves anxiously asking,

that impatient travelers find all con-

too

Inquire of William P. Watson, Esq.. Crawfords- veyances too siow. ne travelers are very vilio, or of tho subscriber. warm, indeed, even in March and April— JACOB LYBRAND. prue doubts if it is altogether the efipm^,ai$TiC0

C0"10**-

njsas. 'feels o( the southern climate.

rrk- travelers are verv

When Christopher told me that he was going to Italy, I went into Bourne's conservatory, saw a Magnolia, and so reached Italy before him. Can Christopher bring Italy home? Bui I brought to Prue a branch of Magnolia blossoms, with Mr. Bourne's kindest regards, and she put them upon the mantle, and our little house smelled of Italy for a week. The incident developed Prue's Italian tastes, which I had not suspected to be so strong. I found her looking very often at the magnolias even holding them in her hand, and standing before the mantle with a pensive air. I was thinking of Beatrice Cenci, or of Tasso and Leon-

Thus the spring comes in my heart as well as in the air, and leaps along my veins as well as through the trees. I immediately travel. An orange takes me to Sorrento, and roses, when they blow, to Pestum. The camelia's in Aurelia's hair bring Brazil into the happy rooms she treads, and she takes me to South America as she goes to dinner. The pearls upon her neck make me free of the Persian Gulf. Upon her shawl, like the Arabian prince upon his

I say so to Prue and my wife smiles.

DEMOCRATIC FAMILY NEWSPAPER—DEVOTED TO POLITICS, NEWS, MISCELLANEOUS LITERATURE, MECHANIC ARTS, &C.

VOLUME VI. CRAWFORDSVILLE, MONTGOMERY (COUNTY, IND., MAY 26, 1855. NO. 45.

Why should they go the South? If they was, the sense of relistless feiotion which only wait a little, the South will come to .possessed my mind the moment my foot ithem. Savannah arrives in April Florida struck the deck. I could have sworn we in May Cuba and the Gulf come in with were dashing through the water at the rate

June, and the splendor of the Tropics burns of twenty knots an hour. (Prue has a through July and August. Sitting upon I great, but a little ignorant, admiration of the earth, do we not glide by all the con- my technical knowledge of nautical affairs stellations, all the awful stars? Does not-• and phrases.) I looked aloft and saw the sails the flash of Orion's cimeter dazzle as we taut with a stiff breeze, and I heard a faint pass Do we not hear, as we gaze in hushed midnights, the music of the Lyre are I we not throned with Cassiopeia do we not play with the tangles of Berenice's hair, as we sail, as we sail?

ora, or of the wife of Marino Faliero, or of streams fringed with flowers, and is now some other of those sad old tales of love and woe. So easily Prue went to Italy.

I walked slowly out of the house and of blossoming vineyards was wafted across overtook Titbottom as I went. He smiled the air thefloivery richnessoforangegroves, gravely as he greeted me, and said and the sacred odor of crushed bay leaves,

whistling of the wind in the rigging, but very faint, and rather, it seemed to me, as if it came from the creak of cordage in the ships of Crusaders or of quaint old craft upon the Spanish main, echoing through remote years—so far awa^ it sounded.

Yet I heard no orders given I saw no sailors running aloft, and only one figure crouching over the wheel. He was lost behind his great beard as behind a snowdrift. But the startling speed with which we scudded along did not lift a solitary hair of that beard, nor did the old and withered face of the pilot betray any curiosity or interest as to what breakers, or reefs, or pithiless shores might be lying in ambush to destroy us.

Still on we swept and as the traveler in a night train knows that he is passing green fields, and pleasant gardens, and winding

gliding through tunnels and darting along the base of fearful cliffs, so I was conscious that we were pressing through various climates and by romantic shores. In vain I peered into the gray twilight mist that folded all. I could only see the grave figures that grew and faded upon the haze, as my eye fell upon them, like the intermittent characters of sympathetic ink when heat touches them.

Now, it was a belt of warm, odorous air in which we sailed, and then cold as the breath of a polar ocean.

carpet, lam transported to the vales of new-mown hay, and the breath of roses His face was by no means agreeable, but Cashmere and thus, as I daily walk in the came mingled with the distant music of, it had an inexplicable fascination, as if it bright spring days, I go round the world, bells, and the twittering song of birds, and jhad been turned upon what no other mortal

But the season wakes a finer longing, a the low surf-like sound in summer words, jeyes had ever seen. Yet I could hardly desire that could only be satisfied if the pa-J There were all the sounds of pastoral tell whether it were, probably, an object of villions of the clouds were real, and I could beauty, of a tranquil landscape, such as supreme beauty or of terror. He looked at stroll among the towering splendors of a Prue loves, and which shall be painted as evetything as if he hoped its impression sultry spring evening. Ah If I could the background of her portrait whenever might obliterate some anterior and awful leap those flaming battlements that glow along the west—if I could tread those cool, dewey, serene isles of sunset, and sink with them into infinite starlight.

"But why is it so impossible, if you goj see. The very thought of it charmed my panion. But our speed and that of the ship to Italy upon a magnolia branch?" senses and satisfied my heart. I smelled contrasted strangely with the mouldy smell The smile fades from her eyes. (and heard the landscape that Icouidnotjof old rigging, and the listless and lazy "I went a shorter voyage than that," she see. [groups, smoking and leaning on the bulanswered "it was only to Mr. Bourne's." I Then the pungent, penetrating fragrance warks. The seasons, in endless succession

"I have been asked to invite you to join such as is pressed from them when they are bows. But as a tropical breath, like the strewn upon the flat pavement of the streets warmth of a Syrian day, suddenly touched of Florence, and gorgeous priestly proces-! the brow of my companion, he sighed, and answered Titbot-! sions tread them under foot. A steam of I could not help saying: "You must be tired."

a little pleasure party." "Where is it going?' "Oh! any where," torn. incense filled the air. I smelled Italy—as "And how?" in the magnolia from Bourne's garden— "Oh! anyhow," he replied. and, even while my heart leaped with the his pace. But now that I had once spoken, "You mean that everybody is to go consciousness, the odor passed, and a stretch it was not so difficult to speak, and I asked wherever he pleases, and in the way he of burning silence succeeded. 'him why he did not stop and rest. best can. My dear Titbottom, I have long It was an oppressive zone of heat—op- He turned for a moment, and a mournful belonged to that pleasure party, although I pressive not only from its silence, but from sweetness shone in his dark eyes and hagnever heard it called by so agreeable a name the sense of awful, antique forms, whether gard, swarthy face. It played flittingly before." of art or nature, that were sitting, closely around that strange look of ruined dignity,

My companion said only. veiled, in that mysterious obscurity. I like a wan beam of late sunset about a crum"If you would like to join, I will intro- shuddered as I felt that if my eyes could bling and forgotten temple. lie put his duce you to the party. I cannot go, but pierce that mist, or if it should lift and roll hand hurriedly to his forehead, as if he they are all on board." away, I should see upon a silent shore low were trying to remember—as a lunatic who,

I answered nothing but Titbottom drew ranges of lonely hills, or mystic figuics and having heard onl^ the wrangle of fiends in me alono-. We took°a boat and put off to huge temples trampled out of history by his delirium, suddenly in a conscious mothe most extraordinary craft I have ever time. rnent, perceives the familiar \oice of love. seen. We approached her stern, and, as I This, too, we left. There was a rustling But who could this be, to whom more hucuriously looked at it, I could think of noth- of distant palms, the indistinct roar of beasts,

ino- but an old picture that hung in my fa- and the hiss of serpents. Then all was still Still moving, he whispered with a woful ther's house. It was of the Flemish school, again. Only at times the remote sigh of sadness, "I want to stop, but I cannot. If and represented the rear view of the vrow the weary sea, moaning around desolate I could only stop long enough to leap over of a burgomaster, going to market. The isles undiscovered, and the howl of winds the bulwarks! wide yards were stretched like elbows, and that had never wafted human voices, but Then he sighed long and deeply, even the studding-sails were spread. The had rung endless changes upon the sound added, "But I should not drown. I hull was seared and blistered, and in the of dashing waters, made the voyage more So much had my interest been excited tops I saw what I supposed to be strings ftpp&lling,,and the..figures around nie more by his face and movement, that I had not of turnips or cabbages, little round masses, fearful. observed the costume of this strange being. with tufted crests but Titbottom assured I As the ship plunged on through all the He wore a black hat upon his head. It me they were sailors.

I va,7'no

We rowed hard, but came no nearer the ed behind us, unseen in that gray mist, but in the midst of this wonderful scene, I could vessel. "She is "om^ with the tide and each, in turn, making that quaint craft, En- observe that it had the artificial newness of wind said I" °"we shall never catch gland or Italy, Africa and the Southern second-hand hat and, at the same mojier »J seas, I ventured to steal a glance at the|ment, I was disgusted by the odor of old

uncomfortable from the motion of the boat, remotely echoed like the airy syllables of ding

Prue and peppermint. If wives could only music upon the minds of those quaint marikeep their husbands a little nauseated I am ners—then dry lips moved, perhaps to name confident they might be very sure of their a name, perhaps to shape a prayer. Othconstancy. ers sat upon the deck vacantly smoking

But, somehow, the strange ship was gain- pipes that required no refilling, but had an ed, and I found myself among as singular immortality of weed and fire. The more a company as I have ever seen. There they smoke the more mysterious they bewere men of every country, and costumes came. the mi* aroun of all kinds. There was an indescribable them more impenetrable, and could clearmistiness in the air, or a premature twilight, 'y

see

in which all the figures looked ghostly and distant, and by some of the most espera unreal. The ship was of a model such as and constant smoker?, were icard no ^PreI had never seen, and the rigging had a The faces of such had an apat.iy, ic musty odor, so that the whole craft smeel- had it been human, would have been esed like a ship-chandler's shop grown moul- pa"". dy. The figures glided rather than walked Others, still, stood staring up into the about, and I perceived a strong smell of rigging, as if calculating when the sails cabbage issuing from the hold. must need be rent and the voyage end.—

But the most extraordinary thing of all But there wag no hope in their eyes, only a

As he came nearer to me in his walk, I saw that his features were strongly Hebrew, and there was an air of the proudest dignity fearfully abased, in his mien and expression. It was more thau the dignity of an individual. I could have believed that the pride of a race was humbled in his person.

His agile eye presently fastened itself upon me, as a stranger. He came nearer and nearer to me, as he paced rapidly to and fro, and was evidently several times on the point of addressing me, but, looking over his shoulder apprehensively, he passed on. At length, with a great effort he paused for an instant, and invited me to join him in his walk. Before the invitation was fairly uttered, he was in motion. I followed, but I could not overtake him. He kept just before me, and turned occasionally with an dogair of terror, as if he fancied I were

The perfume of jging him then glided on more rapidly,

she sits to any of my many artist friends one and I was gradually possessed with and I strained my eyes into the cruel mist the unpleasant idea that his eyes were nevthat held all that music and that suggested

beauty, but I could see nothing. It was Still the ship drove on, and I walked hurso sweet that I scarcely knew if I cared to riedly along the deck, just behind my com-

closed—that, in fact, he never slept,

and iteration, passed over the ship. The twilight was summer haze at the stern, while it was the fiercest winter mist at the

man

and remembered, with a shade of regret, names, and, as it were, made pictures in Neediest 1 ensue, little doubt can exist respecting the issue and if we have any feeling in the matter, we must confess that it is in favor of the success of the Americans. A war between England and the United States, respecting Cuba, is so farcical, so intensely absurd, that it could not for a moment enter the brain of a sane minister. This, wo are certain, is the universal sentiment in this

that those Ifiit^nt sounds grew more

Tie only shook his head and quickened

sympathy was so startlingly sweet?

zones, as climate and country drift- was not only black, but it was shiny. Even

My companion said nothing. I motley crew, to see what impression this clothes—very old clothes, indeed. The "But why have they set the studding- fild career produced upon them. sails?" asked I. They sat about the deck in a hundred "She never takes in any sail," answered listless postures. Some leaned idly over Titbottom. the bulwarks, and looked wistfully away "The more fool she," thought I, a little from the ship, as if they fancied they saw impatiently, angry at not getting any near- all that I inferred but could not see. As ilized globe. er to the vessel. But I did not say it aloud, the perfume, and sound, and climate chang- Good heavens, as I looked a coa I would as soon have said it to Prue as to ed, I could see many a longing eye sadden! bad co^t I^Mmy wed-' closest business relations, and by an adopTitbottom. The truth is, I began to feel and grow moist, and as the chimes of bells ad oncc worn th, ..

bitter longing. Some paced restlessly up resolved to speak, and, finally, each time and down the deck. They had evidently as he passed me. he asked single questions, been walking a long, long time. At inter- as a ship which fires whenever it can bring vals they, too, threw a searching glance in- a gun to bear. to the mist that enveloped the ship, and up

into the sails and rigging that stretched bound?" oyer them in hopeless strength and order, "No," I replied "but how came you to One of the promenaders I especially no- take passage without inquiry? To me it ticed. His beard was long and snowy, like makes little difference." that of the pilot. He had a staff in his "Nor do I care," he answered, when ho hand, and his movement was very rapid.— next came near enough "I have already His body swung forward as if to avoid been there." something, and his glance half turned back over his shoulder, apprehensively, as if he were threatened from behind. The head and the whole figure were bowed as if under a burden, although I could not see that he had anything upon his shoulders and his gait was not that of a man who is walking off the ennui of a voyage, but rather of a criminal flying, or of a startled traveler pursued.

and

mist and my sympathy had prevented my seeing before what a singular garb the figure wore. It was all second-hand and carefully ironed, but the garments were obviously collected from every part of the civ-

SU^0"J and vta' before

she had given away beggar she had ever seen. The spectral figure dwindled in my fancy—the features lost their antique grandeur, and the restless eye ceased to be sublime from immortal sleeplessness, and became only lively with mean cunning. The apparition was fearfully grotesque, but the driving ship and the mysterious company

and heard the rippling water that I could

"Can you tell me to what port we aro

"Where?" asked I. "Wherever we are going," he replied.— "I have been there agreat many times, and oh! I am very tired of it." "But why are you here at all, then, and why don't you stop?"

There was a singular mixiure of a hundred conflicting emotions in his face as I spoke. The representative grandeur of a race, which he sometimes showed in his look, faded into a glance of hopeless and puny despair. His eyes looked at me curiously, his chest heaved, and there was clearly a struggle in his mind between some lofty and mean desire. At times I saw only the austere suffering of ages in his strong-ly-carved features, and again I could see nothing but the second-hand black hat above them. He rubbed his forehead with his skinny hand he glanced over his shoulder, as if calculating whether he had time to speak to me and then, as a splendid defiance flashed from his piercing eyes, so that I now know how Milton's Satan looked, he said, bitterly, and with a hopeless sorrow, that no mortal voice ever knew before: "I cannot stop: my woe is infinite, liko my sin!"—and he passed into the mist.

But in a few moments he reappeared.— I could now see only the hat, which sank more and more over his face, until it covered it entirely and I heard a querulous voice which seemed to be quarreling with itself, for saying what its instinct and nature compelled it to say, so that the words were even more appalling than what it had said before. [Conclusion next wcok.]

KEEP DARK.—The appended negro story, copied from a Southern correspondent of the Boston Journal, is worth reading:— "Hen. gave his black man, Sawney, funds and mission to get a quarter's worth of zoology at a menagerie. Our sable friend soon found himself under tho canvas, and brought to in front of a sedate looking baboon, and eyeing the quadruped closely, soliloquizing thus:—"Folks, sure'a yer born, feet, hands, proper bad looking countenance, just like nigger, gettin' old, I reckon." Then, as if seized with a bright idea, he extended his hand with a genuine Southern "How do'e do, uncle?" The ape clasped the negro's hand, and shook it long and cordially.

Sawney then plied his new acquaintance with interrogations as to his name, age, nativity and furmer occupations, but eliciting no replies beyond a knowing shake of the head, or a merry twinkling of (he eye, (the ape was probably meditating the best way of tweaking our friend's nose,) he concluded the ape was bound to keep non-com-mittal, and looking cautiously around, chuckled out—"lie, he, ye too sharp for 'em, old feller. Keep dark—if ye'd just speak one word of English, white man would have a hoe in yer hand in less than two minutes."

LET THEM FI.JIITIX OCT.—Referring to a possible collision between the United States and Spain, the London Times says

We sincerely hope that Spain and the United States may be allowed to settle it themselves, either by diplomacy or the sword. We, as a nation, have nothing to do with it. Already engaged in a quarrel which has been forced upon, and in which we have less to gain than any of the combatants, it would be unpardonable for us to rush into another conflict of a still more questionable character. If Spain cannot defend her own colony from foreign attack that is her own affair—not ours. More than forty years ago we wasted millions of treasure and shed rivers of the best blood of England to serve the cause of Spain, and in all such cases the blackest ingratitude has requited the greatest sacrifices.— Let us not repeat the folly. But, irrespective of this consideration, the Americans have claims upon us of every kind, infinitely stonier than any which the court of Madrid can prefer. They are connected with us by ties of a common origin, by the

hj tiun of repn.SentatiVe

gradually restored its tragic interest. urothcr Jonathan has the least possible reI stopped and leaned against the side,

f,arj—(fog

institutions common

to our own and their land. If a struggle

c(jtm that ion of jt for which

aristocracy.

not see, and flitting through the mist with A GOOD HIT.—The following is now 'goanxious speed, the figure held its way.— ing the rounds?" What was he flying? What conscience "A petition is in circulation in Boston with relentless sting pricked this victim on? praying for an amendment of the Maine

He came again nearer and nearer to me law, so as to substitute the punishment of in his walk. I recoiled with disgust, this death for ail violations where fine and 1mtime, no less than terror. But he seemed priaonment aro now ordained.

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