o be some irresolution or uncertainty in the girl's mind; for she hesitated. "Aunt Caxton, I doubt much--my mother will oppose my going." " d d fonts on the deck we could see the poor wretches struggling among the foam, but by the time the boat reached the spot they had sunk for ever. The .
e harbour. We thus required no pilot to carry us out. As we rounded the point I have described, the mouth of the river lay before us--a lon .
lanx to Putnam Park and Camp, June 17, 1903.] This episode of the winter camp of 1778-'79 forms a fitting prelude to another feat performed .
ese ghastly remains were at length obtained by the friends of the dead, and buried. The heads were ordered to be prepared for setting up in .
te locks on his head, might be compared to an emperor or an ancient doctor of the church in his majestic demeanour. A seat had been raised .
on." "Did not I tell you so?" answered Rose: "Ay, ay, that is to be my fate, and I only wish I could make the crabbed man a little merrier. .
lory in the name." "The senseless cry of 'Abolitionist' shall never deter us, nor the more senseless attempt of puny prints to read us out .
of the hunters, but the old one was too sagacious to come within reach of gunshot. Upon being closely pursued she would generally fly to th .
e time when the greater portion were gone away on some expedition. We very soon got tired of not being able to see what was going forward i d d fonts s adoration of liberty. Speaking of the liability of being called upon to aid the master in the subjection of revolted slaves, and in repla .
e atmosphere became sensible to her. It was growing to be oppressive. Mother, father, and friends seemed by concert to say that she was Mr. .
undoubted zeal and determination. It was not the time for Eleanor now to come home! Let her do anything else,--was the dictate of pride. _ .
a really good man, with the most powerful voice I remember to have heard, and he preached, always an unwritten sermon, but with heads set d .
shot; but that was of little consequence, as our topsail-yard was uninjured, and the topsail still stood. We were not long in clearing the .
" said Mrs. Powle. Eleanor assented. "Very well. The girl that brings you your luncheon when you get there, may be the very one that stole .
at us, and seemed not very well satisfied at the result of their inquiries. It was far from pleasant to see a number of cut-throat-looking .
o far. He is very fond of you--but he will be your husband in a few days; and he is not the sort of man I should like to have displeased wi .
n it be?" she cried, filial love returning overmasteringly. "Perhaps he is only tired." George affected carelessness,--his first wish was t d d fonts very way, there or not there; but these thoughts tormented her. They tormented her only till Mr. Rhys came in. When she saw him, as it had .
nd place. Is not good poetry just as good at one hour as at another? Is not it right to read it? and can that which is right ever become wr .
rous hearts and bounteous hands to meet the exigencies of every neighborhood; and we may be sure that no householder of decent repute, howe .