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Page 253 - Capital, Surplus and Undivided Profits over $22,000,000 Authorized to act as Executor, Trustee, Administrator or Guardian. Receives Deposits, subject to check, and allows Interest on Daily Balances.
Page 275 - Come, come, Sir Count! Pray dance with me, I'll pipe for you now in a merry key!" Two lines of spears gleamed through the night A glittering hell in the scarlet light. "Dance, dance!
Page 275 - Bright were the torches that blazed from the wall As a motley crowd of his merry men Sang, while they swung and tossed their ale, When swift from the night shrilled the piper's wail. Up from the valley, wild and clear, Trembling with passionate hate and fear It pierced like a dart. The singers hushed Their rollicking song—they flocked to look; And the hand that flung the casement, shook!
Page 274 - Melchior, Melchior, play!" he cried. The piper sprang to his master's side. "Play me a song of laughter. Play Till care and brooding anger fade.
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Page 281 - And red gold in her braid. My second love was silver, Wrought from a young moon's horn, With quiet silver glances And eyes like silvered morn.
Page 276 - The house snuggled quaintly in the side of a hill and was surrounded on three sides by a grove of pines whose sweet smell penetrated the air.