Everybody Has Seen Sevenoaks, Or A Hundred Towns So Much Like It, In
Most Particulars, That A Description Of Any One Of Them Would Present It
To The Imagination--A Town Strung Upon A Stream, Like Beads Upon A
Thread, Or Charms Upon A Chain. Sevenoaks Was Richer In chain Than
Charms, For Its Abundant Water-Power Was Only Partially Used. It
Plunged, And Roared, And Played, And Sparkled, Because It Had Not Half
Enough To Do. It Leaped Down Three Or Four Cataracts In passing through
The Village; And, As It Started From Living springs Far Northward Among
The Woods And Mountains, It Never Failed In its Supplies.
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