| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - I had read of the potter's clay and wheel in Scripture, but it had never occurred to me that the pots we use were not such as had come down unbroken from those days, or grown on trees like gourds somewhere, and I was pleased to hear that so fictile an art was ever practiced in my neighborhood.The last inhabitant of these woods before me was an Irishman, Hugh Quoil (if I have spelt his name with co
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