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"And in the forest delicate clerks, unbrowned, Sleep on the fragrant brush as on down-beds. Up with the dawn, they fancied the light air That circled freshly in their forest dress Made them to boys again." The life of John Graham had been one wherein the sorrowful days far outnumbered the joyous ones. His youth had been saddened by the reverses and griefs which had pursued his parents with a relentless persistence. His home life had not been a happy one. In the large family of brothers and sister…