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“Oh! you are badly lost now, for I am a plain, simple girl—just like other girls, only not so pretty; and then I have an awful temper.
— from The White Rose of Memphis by William C. (Clark) Falkner
Young Buds, she folds, in tender Leaves of green, Omits no shade to beautify her Scene, Upon the Canvas, see, the Letters rise, Neatly they shine with intermingled dies, Glide into Words, and strike us with Surprize.”
— from Samplers and Tapestry Embroideries Second Edition by Marcus B. (Marcus Bourne) Huish
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