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we all have some bright day--many of us, let us hope, among a
crowd of others--to which we revert with particular delight, so
this one was often looked back to afterwards, as holding a
conspicuous place in the calendar of those who shared it.
Was there one exception, and that one he who needed to have
been most happy?
Who was that who, in the silence of his own chamber, sunk
upon his knees to pray as his first friend had taught him, and
folding his hands and stretching them wildly in the air, fell upon
his face in a passion of bitter grief?