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t characters." But to the veritable story of "Old Grouse in the Gun-room." It seems, according to the narrative of Mrs. Johnson, that the f .
e he touches upon this case in his _Anguis Flagellatus_: "Let none insult, but take heed lest they also, in the hour of their temptation, d .
round, gave the gloomy sequestered valley a still more dismal appearance; so that no one who travelled for the sake of seeking out and enjo .
write and print in defence of his religious views up to the year of his death, which took place in 1713. One of his productions, a poetica .
stream, and swept it on edge with the current to the full length of his reach. Then it was drawn out and at once thrown upward again, if no .
ings." "How are your nights now, Jane?" "They're tedious--I lie awake so; and then I get coughing. I am always so glad to see the light com .
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erested that no harm should happen to one another. When a theft is committed in any quarter, and the author cannot be discovered, the crier .
esults from that first landing and the stream of Puritan blood, generous in its passion for liberty, that flowed unimpoverished from Peter .
hich he joined with a bass voice of singular compass and melody. THE CHRISTMAS HYMN. How hallowed grew the night, When the auspicious light .
together to the farm of our uncle Richard, who was of the Episcopal Church, for the celebration of Christmas; for many of his persuasion, a .
ere as busy as ants doing all the mischief we could in a short time. We had a young midshipman with us, Mr Franks, not fifteen years old; a .
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t all the voyage she had refused to think of, as still in a hazy distance of the future. Here it was, nigh at hand, looming up through the .
eep pace with aesthetic culture, or intellectual triumphs, or material strength? Do the boasted triumphs of civilization create those holy .
g when at a distance, expect him and receive his letters, and presently carry them to the next watch; and so, the letters passing through s .
ests are most in request. They are prepared by being first washed in three or four changes of lukewarm water. When they have been some time .