Eventide
"When the sun has disappeared behind the western mountains, and the stars sparkled o'er the blue concave, we have been accustomed to sit down to the compilation of this unpretending volume, and therefore it is called 'Eventide.' O, that its pages might be read at that calm, silent hour,--their follies mercifully overlooked, their faults as kindly forgiven...."
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