October 31.—Halloween, or All Saints’ Eve,
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“When fairies light
On sprightly coursers prance.”
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I can not help contrasting to-night with what it has been in days gone by, before “wild war’s deadly blast” had come, when for the sake of “Auld Scotia” we held it in commemoration.
I received a telegram from home to-day, to know if I had heard from my brother. I wonder if he is in the land of the living.
