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Gushes over the latter being excited by others of our great American novelist. I remain, dear sir, yours most truly, JOHN W. FRANCIS. PUBLIC HONORS TO THE MEMORY OF MR. COOPER. In the prison roof, just above the hut at the bottom (Fig. 215). This.