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Heaven is Rest, She turned from the angels to flee, Saying,
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Rest is no Heaven to me!
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You are in want of an efficient person to assist you in taking charge of your domestic affairs, Enna, said a maiden aunt of mine to me one evening. I pulled my little sewing-table toward me with a slight degree of impatience, and began very earnestly to examine the contents of my work-box, that I might not express aloud my weariness of my aunt's favorite subject. I had been in want of just such an article as an
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ever since I had taken charge of my father's _ménage_; and after undergoing almost martyrdom with slip-shod, thriftless, good-for-nothing
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as we Americans, with such delicate consideration, term our serving maids, I had come to the conclusion that indifferent