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if my feeling is foolish, why is it natural?" "Because you are a woman, my dear." "And foolish?" "Not at all; but feeling takes little coun .
ho fought, and won it, Freedom's holy fight," stands the subject of our sketch, the Tinker of Elstow. Of his high merit as an author there .
singing. Instantly the whole were on their feet, and some verse or two of a hymn were shouted heartily by the united lungs of the company. .
is nomination failed; but the same generous appreciators of his rare worth were soon after more successful in their exertions in his behalf .
Rhys's 'sermon' in her mind over and over, and from one end to the other and back again. So at last Mr. Rhys found her. He came as he had g .
hich evidently met with an affectionate return. The cottage room with its plain furniture--the little common blue cups in which the tea was .
n part, after what I had heard, I fully expected to see him lift his flukes, and go down as he had done before. The captain's boat was up t .
e her on the edge of the table, vainly trying to steady their palsied shaking. Her eyes, bright, piercing, age-defying, she fixed upon the what is the size of a desktop icon in pixels n set and no inn was to be seen. As the shades were deepening, he heard a hermit's little bell tinkling in a wood on one side. He bent his .
ther he is truly worthy of friendship and esteem; for all freedom of will, every movement of feeling is crusht by these dark thoughts." "As .
ou are here too!" exclaimed Roderick, as he entered: "you have just hit the right moment; I am at the very passage where we were interrupte .
ptured or killed on the spot. On we went towards the wood behind the house, but we had still numberless enemies on every side of us,--enemi .
cious kitchen, on the evening of Christmas-day, the room lighted only by the blazing logs upon the hearth, the glow of which glanced along .
mber of his men, Putnam availed himself of the request of a wounded British officer, who was his prisoner, that a friend in Cornwallis's ar .
n the deck, with the sun glancing brightly over the sparkling waters; the schooner, with all sail set, close-hauled, and a gentle breeze bl .
ons in search of prizes. Sometimes their strongholds, when discovered by the Turks, were attacked and destroyed, but generally they carried .
ance of seeing something of the country. Meantime, to collect our freight faster, he had chartered a schooner which was lying idle in the h what is the size of a desktop icon in pixels strength or form, or the quarter from whence he is coming. Our cutlasses were buckled on, our muskets were ready to be seized, and the slo .
human dwellings like shingle-bunches for size, you behold the great Franconia Range, its Notch and its Haystacks, the Elephant Mountain on .
to Heaven and our country. I trust that the example set by the crew of the _Juno_ will serve as an example to all British seamen--never to .