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...Our hearts were freer, and better tuned, in childhood, for the reception of such dainties. " Thlnk'at thou the honey with those objects grew. Alas ! 'twas not in them, but in thy power Tu double even the sweetness of a flower !" The tales comprised in these three volumes are numerous...