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... death , numerous attempts were made to recover it , by effecting a resurrection among the iron chests of specie , and yellow bars of gold . It is supposed that the bulk of his spoils was deposited on the shores of New - Jersey and Long ...
... death , numerous attempts were made to recover it , by effecting a resurrection among the iron chests of specie , and yellow bars of gold . It is supposed that the bulk of his spoils was deposited on the shores of New - Jersey and Long ...
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... death and destruction on their pitiless path . One evening , during the summer solstice , a most tremendous gale arose , such as had never before been known . The sun sank the pre- ceding evening round and red , and ere it kissed the ...
... death and destruction on their pitiless path . One evening , during the summer solstice , a most tremendous gale arose , such as had never before been known . The sun sank the pre- ceding evening round and red , and ere it kissed the ...
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... death pained me , but I soon forgot my sorrows in the amusements of the school . I have felt it since ; and regret ... death before , and thought we ought all of us to have been silent and sorrowful . I found out then and since , that ...
... death pained me , but I soon forgot my sorrows in the amusements of the school . I have felt it since ; and regret ... death before , and thought we ought all of us to have been silent and sorrowful . I found out then and since , that ...
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... death so near to us . After we got into bed , and he had fallen asleep , a sudden courage possessed me . I lay and reasoned with myself for a few moments- then took the light and went down to my mother's room - turned the sheet from her ...
... death so near to us . After we got into bed , and he had fallen asleep , a sudden courage possessed me . I lay and reasoned with myself for a few moments- then took the light and went down to my mother's room - turned the sheet from her ...
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... death , and their soft breath with pain Be yielded to the elements again , before Niagara shall be tuneless , or its stormy tones be muffled ! Power , more than kingly ! Voice , louder and steadier than the clan- gour of battle , or the ...
... death , and their soft breath with pain Be yielded to the elements again , before Niagara shall be tuneless , or its stormy tones be muffled ! Power , more than kingly ! Voice , louder and steadier than the clan- gour of battle , or the ...
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Page 81 - I appeal to any white man to say if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, Logan is the friend of white men.
Page 375 - I cry aloud to all and sundry in my plainest accents and at the very tiptop of my voice. Here it is, gentlemen ! Here is the good liquor...
Page 517 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.
Page 561 - He that loveth silver shall not be satisfied with silver; nor he that loveth abundance with increase: this is also vanity.
Page 375 - Fill again, and tell me, on the word of an honest toper, did you ever, in cellar, tavern, or any kind of a dram-shop, spend the price of your children's food for a swig half so delicious?
Page 422 - Around me I behold, Where'er these casual eyes are cast, The mighty minds of old: My never-failing friends are they, With whom I converse day by day. With them I take delight in weal And seek relief in woe; And while I understand and feel How much to them I owe, My cheeks have often been bedewed With tears of thoughtful gratitude.
Page 375 - Who next ? Oh, my little friend, you are let loose from school, and come hither to scrub your blooming face, and drown the memory of certain taps of the ferule, and other schoolboy troubles, in a draught from the Town Pump.
Page 375 - It were a pity, if all this outcry should draw no customers. Here they come. A hot day, gentlemen! Quaff, and away again, so as to keep yourselves in a nice cool sweat. You, my friend, will need another cupful, to wash the dust out of your throat, if it be as thick there as -it is on your cowhide shoes. I see that you have trudged half a score...
Page 375 - Dry work, this speechifying; especially to an unpractised orator. I never conceived, till now, what toil the temperance lecturers undergo for my sake. Hereafter, they shall have the business to themselves. Do, some kind Christian, pump a stroke or two, just to wet my whistle. Thank you, sir ! My dear hearers, when the world shall have been regenerated...
Page 5 - Mr. Gascoigne was a ruined politician, a man of evil fame, or at least had been so till time had buried him from the knowledge of the present generation, and made him obscure instead of infamous. As for the Widow Wycherly, tradition tells us that she was a great beauty in her day ; but, for a long while past, she had lived in deep seclusion, on account of certain scandalous stories which had prejudiced the gentry of the town against her. It is a circumstance worth mentioning that each of these three...