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wheel. Industry never flags in tlie grand old town, it seems. 

 The names of Mrs. Harlow and Mrs. Hollis will be thrice wel- 

 come ever. In the centuries gone fair Priscillas wrought at 

 nnattractive cloths, with lithe forms bent ever and anon to 

 catch the echo of a war-whoop. Upon the hills about the blue 

 bay they sleep — heroic in their lives as stalwart men who 

 fought but did not spin. O, ladies of Plymouth, I know as 

 you sit amid the security of these days, and weave laces like 

 frostwork, you give tender memories to those early women. 



Kingston sent us two satchels of canvas work, — also a beau- 

 tiful screen by the same careful hand : not a stitch wrong — per- 

 fection throughout, as if the doing were a pleasure undertaken, 

 and every part the recipient of that nice painstaking that 

 rounds to a beautiful whole. Send again to us from down 

 the shore, — Marshfield has unlimited appreciation of your dex- 

 terity. 



Miss Hattie Ford's display of decorated china was sufficient 

 to give Duxbury celebrity. A bouquet of the Gods would be 

 graced by such. There were six desert plates each embel- 

 lished with a different design, and each border bore a different 

 hue — blue, pink, maroon, salmon, etc. The centres were back- 

 grounds for representations of fruit, — tempting as if hung from 

 garden wall — and bended stalks of wheat on which birds 

 poised splitting their throats with song. Twelve little butter 

 plates were minature elegances : one had the ripe fruit of the 

 racemed barberry painted upon it ; another, a few delicious 

 strawberries upon their own leaves ; another, a pansy, and so 

 on, till the brush became coqettish and imprisoned on the 

 china the gay colors of a Japanese fan. 



Miss Bessie Smith of Marshfield had two pictures of flowers 

 that showed talent is in ambush at Green Harbor. The spray 

 of apple-blossoms would certainly entice a robin. 

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