Once a Week

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Eneas Sweetland Dallas
Bradbury and Evans., 1877

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Page 111 - ... every time. At last a man walked down and sat down close to that bush, and put a pipe in his mouth, and lit a match, and followed me with one eye and kept the other on the match, while he sheltered it in his hands from the wind. Presently a puff of wind blew it out. The next time I swept around he said : "Got a match?" " Yes; in my other vest. Help me out, please.
Page 120 - And one there sang who soft and smooth as snow Bloomed like a tinted hyacinth at a show; And one was blue with famine after love, Who like a harpstring snapped rang harsh and low The burden of what those were singing of. One shamed herself in love; one temperately Grew gross in soulless love, a sluggish wife; One famished died for love. Thus two of three Took death for love and won him after strife; One droned in sweetness like a fattened bee: All on the threshold, yet all short of life.
Page 256 - Wednesday last, to the number of about eight hundred people, in carriages constructed as I 'before described to you. The most intense curiosity and excitement prevailed, and though the weather was uncertain, enormous masses of densely packed people lined the road, shouting and waving hats and handkerchiefs as we flew by them. What with the sight and sound of these cheering multitudes and the tremendous velocity with which we were borne past them, my spirits rose to the true champagne height, and...
Page 297 - S., long. 35 W., we observed three large sperm whales, and one of them was gripped round the body with two turns of what appeared to be a huge serpent. The head and tail appeared to have a length beyond the coils of about thirty feet, and its girth eight or nine feet.
Page 40 - you must not mistake me. I admit that the French Emperor is a tyrant. I admit that he is a monster. I admit that he is the sworn foe of our nation, and, if you will, of the whole human race. But, gentlemen, we must be just to our great enemy. We must not forget that he once shot a bookseller.
Page 72 - There is a cliff, whose high and bending head Looks fearfully on the confined deep ; Bring me but to the very brim of it, And I'll repair the misery thou dost bear.
Page 257 - ... had sustained an injury. We were all stopped accordingly and presently a hundred voices were heard exclaiming that Mr. Huskisson was killed. The confusion that ensued is indescribable; the calling out from carriage to carriage to ascertain the truth, the contrary reports which were sent back to us, the hundred questions eagerly uttered at once, and the repeated and urgent demands for surgical assistance, created a sudden turmoil that was quite sickening. At last we distinctly ascertained that...
Page 110 - Trading for forty-rod whisky, to enable you to get drunk and happy and tomahawk your families, has played the everlasting mischief with the picturesque pomp of your dress, and here you are, in the broad light of the nineteenth century, gotten up like the ragtag and bobtail of the purlieus of New York.
Page 162 - Tenants and occupiers of a certain tenement called The Forge, in the parish of St. Clement Danes, in the county of Middlesex, come forth and do your service.
Page 133 - Why, of course," said the man, staring with amazement at Young. " That ticket clears this gate." " Then you do not require me to pay anything here ? " " No ! Why, any fool " " My dear Mr. , I'm so much obliged to you. I should have been so sorry to have done anything wrong, and therefore wished to have your opinion on the subject. A thousand thanks. Good morning, Mr. ." And on drove Young, followed, as the reader may easily imagine, by a volley of imprecations and epithets of anything but a flattering...

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