I shall remain here.

I have been guided--" determination gleamed in her gray-green eyes,--"I shall remain here and teach these poor people to make something of themselves." Solon drew a long breath.

My own echoed it.

Hereupon little Roscoe broke into a high-pitched recitative.
"We are now in the great boundless West, a land of rough but kind-hearted and worthy folk, and abounding with instructive sights and scenes which are well calculated--" "My son," interrupted his mother, "kindly tell the gentlemen what should be your aim in life." "To strive to improve my natural gifts by reading and conversation," answered Roscoe, in one swift breath.
"Very good--_ver-ry_ good--but for the present you may _listen_.

Now, Mr.Denney--" she turned to Solon with the latest _Argus_ in her hand,--"perusing your sheet, my eye lights upon this sentence:--" "'Lige Brackett Sundayed in our midst.