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When I was a girl Mr. Lane, editor of the Belknap Gazette, would ask me to write for his newspaper during political campaigns. When in my twenties the editor of the New Hampshire Patriot, Hon. Isaac, Hill, did the same—and my goose-quill would wag, however weely, for Pierce and King.
During my residence in the South my politics were changed — I lost my fun, and gained a higher hope for humanity. Remembering the spot where they said I was born, I returned to it to worship the God of my fathers. The omnipotent arm moving men and nations, governing sublunary events, giving chance direction and discord harmony, to-day, demands all my attention and occupies my life.
with contributions from FRANK WALCOTT HUTT, Clara Dreyer
S. J. Hanna
BY MARY BAKER G. EDDY.
On November 14, 1897, our little daughter, then seven...
Amelia S. Korfhage