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of this beautiful lake is palisadoed by a wall of rocks, stand- 

 ing straight up sixty feet high, near the top of which is 

 a shelf or narrow pathway, along which two men can 

 scarcely walk abreast. That he was passing along this 

 pathway one afternoon, examining the rocks, and looking 

 for geological specimens. Below him was a precipice of 

 fifty feet, against the base of which the waves, when the 

 winds swept over the lake, dashed. Around him the birds 

 that build their nests in the crevices of the rock were 

 whirling and screaming, while before him lay the beautiful 

 lake, motionless and calm, as if it had fallen asleep aud 

 was slumbering sweetly in its forest bed. That he was 

 passing leisurely along with his rifle at a trail, admiring the 

 .transcendent loveliness of the scenery around him, where 

 the rugged and the sublime, the placid and the beautiful, 

 were so magnificently mingled, when, in turning a sharp 

 angle, a huge bear " 



" Copy !" shouted the printer's devil, as he came plung- 

 ing down three steps at a bound from the compositors' room 

 above. " Copy !" he screamed, as he dove into the outer 

 office where that article was usually kept, but found none. 



"Mr. H ," said he, as he opened my door so gently, 



with a voice so quiet, and a look so innocent, that one 

 might well be excused for believing that he had never 



spoken a loud word in his life, " Mr. H , the foreman 



desired me to ask you for some copy." 



"You see, my friend," said I to the anxious inquirer 

 after truth, "that I am exceedingly busy just now. You 



