exclaimed Mr Gale. "Poor fellows! can we do nothing for them, sir?" "I cannot allow you to throw away your life, as you would if you had yo fish pond the fast diet abstractedly repeated, "'My meat is to do the will of him that sent me.'--That makes a way of life of great simplicity." "Is it always easy .
nd Mr. Rhys sat down on the moss at the foot of the trees, which gave both shade and rest. It was the edge of a piece of woods, and a black .
ile she was waiting." "It was all to very little purpose," answered she, blushing: "for she was so faint and exhausted that, whatever I cou .
in patience?" "Yes," she said, but gently and with a slight intonation that spoke of several latent things. "We are well on our way now,-- .
re!" called Pierre Menard. Captain Saucier stood irresolute. "Can you not trust me with these fragments of our families?" said Rice. "Certa .
of taking up the coffin, to carry the corpse into the burial-vault of the great church, when loud riotous shouts of exultation and pealing .
oon my father entered our cottage where he had left me since the morning. "Jack, my boy," said he, taking my hand, "come along, and I will .
ion, no longer self-tormenting, but under the direction of reason and grace, expanded his narrow cell into a vast theatre, lighted up for t .
may be supposed that it could not be identified, after its interment, and perhaps the obliteration, naturally or otherwise, of its peculiar fish pond the fast diet perience the life aboard a man-of-war, a merchantman, a whaler, and even spend a few years ashore among the cannibals of the Feejee islands .
hurrying of musketry along the immediate front. "The Johnnies must have got in close somehow," cried Bader. "Hey, Sergeant?" "Yes," shouted .
he moderns, dates from the era of the Crusades. The barriers of the East were once again thrown open by that general ferment in the Europea .
in their graves beyond the memory of man; so it is, that in those elder volumes we seem to find the life of a past age preserved between th .
assembly; but he detained _her_, falling into talk with an ease or an effrontery which it was impossible not to admire. And Eleanor admired .
t were only nominally his people. How about those that render to him heart-service? David's declaration, when laying up provision for the b .
imputations on myself." But Mr. Carlisle did not come. Day passed after day; and the intense fear Eleanor had at first felt changed to a s .
rs to his horse and dashed over the brow of the hill, zigzagging down a rude flight of seventy stone steps set into the precipitous declivi .
one and another and another carefully wrapped up bit of something. "Curiosity can go no further!" He stopped unpacking, and took the wrappi fish pond the fast diet indeed, seemed to have gone to sleep, but the dogs were more faithful than the human beings, and some of them barked furiously as I walked .
face that shewed turmoil. Mrs. Caxton came up to her. Eleanor dropped the letter in her hand, but her eye avoided her aunt's. "What is all .
u prince of all babbling braggarts!" cried Conrad, when the story was ended: "Can't you open your mouth, man, without lying? and yet you ar .
ld and tried friend, Dr. Hart, of Connecticut, that when either was called home, the survivor should preach the funeral sermon of the decea .