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as the golden age of England? Who that regards freedom above slavery, will now sympathize with the outcry and lamentation of those interest .
lk had gone; and her basket was gay with gorse and broom just opening; but from grassy banks on her way she had brought the bright blue spe .
h once more, and tells the assembled family on their arrival how he had difficulty in the dark in recognizing the hiding-place and really d .
be." Mrs. Powle rose up and began to arrange her shawl, with an air which said, "I do not understand it!" "Mamma, what are you about?" "Ele .
t air Eph Seaman?" Samuel added; shading his eyes with his hand and peering out upon the gleaming surface of the bay, over which the white .
in it, they puff up like large vermicelli. Europeans, indeed, discover nothing more in this singular dish than an insipid jelly, very much .
s not known in some of the remoter parishes of Devonshire until the courtiers of James had ceased to wear mourning for her. The Hebrews of .
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Meantime, one cannot but feel a good degree of sympathy with young Ellwood, her old schoolmate and playmate, placed, as he was, in the sam .
ood, a Boston jury, if they could have held inquest over him, would have found that he 'died by the visitation of God.' And it would have b .
r from the far parts of Poland?" The young Spaniard, Alfonso, had moved back a step in delighted surprise; for the renown of this great tea .
nown you!" said Mrs. Amos. "What a blessing you have been to us! I wish we might be stationed somewhere together." "I suppose that would be .
and come and take the same sort of work at Sydney that he is doing there?" "No." "Seems decided!--" said Mr. Esthwaite humourously, looking .
nt sheep-- One sheep going over the fence, two sheep, three--How tired he was! How his bones ached! It's no use talking, you can't make an .
nial life. During the winter of 1759, it was computed that about a thousand sled-loads of country produce were daily brought into Boston ma .
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urious humility, seeming wishful, I thought, to comfort McNeil's sorrow by exciting his pride. "Ay--they'll tell hereafter that she was jus .
m. He descended lower and still lower; the stairs seemed to lead down almost to the bottom of the house. He was on the point of returning, .
r contents consist solely of articles of feminine attire. "Biled shirts" poured out of them; socks and breeches, derby hats, coats and negl .
ng her from every quarter, and placing her in every possible position--indeed, I was never tired of trimming sails. I had had a purpose in .
h or falsehood, and has just been murdering the innocent herald who was bringing these phantasms before it! These rude unmeaning sounds whi .