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Breathes there a man with soul so dead,
“ This is my own, my native land!”
From wandering on a foreign strand ?
Is there no pity sitting in the clouds,
SHAKSPEARE, WHEN matters had proceeded pretty well with Louis and Norah, Mon. Vil.. lejuive hinted to the Laird St. Clyde, that a match between them would not only be desirable to himself, but to his son particularly, and he believed to the family and friends of St. Clyde. The laird at once made the most violent objections to the very insinuation; and roundly told Mon. Villejuive, that so