Lyceum

Article #66 - Social Intercourse

 

  Every where the social nature languishes and we have scarcely begun to realize the joys which are destined to flow a free and elevated communing with those around us. [The writer regrets the lack of true and pure intercourse and thinks men and woman should mix as equals. Trust and compassion are lacking, and people should be more warm, open, and sympathetic with each other.]

Article #65 - Lyceum Meeting Place and Discussions

 

Friend Editress

                                    There seems to be an effort among some of the members of this association

to change its place of meeting; that is, to meet at this and some other convenient place alternately,

Article #64 - Use of School House

 

 To the Pocopson Literary Association

 

            We the school-committee of Marlborough Preparative Meeting of Progressive Friends, have heard with regret, that the other branch of said Meeting, contemplate using their influence

to close our school house against the future meetings of your very laudable and beneficial

Article #63 - Use of School House

 

To the secretary of the “Locust Grove Literary Association” on Lyceum, as sometimes held at Marlborough

                        Notice is hereby given that the use of the school-house* at Marlborough belonging to the religious  Society of Friends, is not approved of, and cannot be allowed for such purposes. The undersigned, therefore, as Trustees of Marlborough School fund, by virtue of their appointment and in fulfilment of the duty it imposes, do give this timely notice that hereafter

Article #62 - Meteorological Observations

 

The average temperature of the month was 74.31 degrees. [The writer goes on to give the total rainfall, number of cloudy and clear days, and wind direction.]

 

Article #61 - Devoted to Education

 

        Locust Grove Journal

            Devoted to Education

Issued Monthly by the Pocopson Literary Association               No. 1

 

Article #57 - Reflecting on the Past

 

 For the Journall

 

Who that looks backward on his manhood’s  

   prime

Sees not the error of his misspent time

And from the shade of Cypress planted thick

  behind

Hears no reproachful whisper on the wind

From his loved dead?

 

Who would not cast half of his future from him

But to win wakeless oblivion for the wrong

  and sin

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