A Junior's Lament
Where? Oh, where, is that old class?
They're gone, they're gone, alas, alas!
Once m,ore they waken in my breast
The thoughts of school, of thoughts the best.
Once more I hear and see and trace
That happy bunch, also each face,
Henrietta's father, Henry Lunt, said goodbye to her in 1885 when he moved to Mexico but they corresponded frequently. Henrietta received a letter from Colonia Pacheco, Chihuahua Mexico from her father dated Nov. 5, 1900. I t reads as follows: "My...
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