Sheppard Lee, Volume 2

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An unexpectedly fascinating little weird gem of a book, in which a lazy sod discovers that he can transfer his spirit into a nearby corpse, and spends several years doing so serially, to increasingly ... Read full review

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A delightful, satirical, wordy romp through the Jacksonian world of America. Sheppard Lee may be a whiner at times but he's a wry social critic too as he jumps from person to person trying to find ... Read full review

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Page 187 - all men were born free and equal," which was asserted to be true of all men, negroes as well as others; from which it followed that the master's claim to the slave born in thraldom was as fraudulent as in the case of one obtained by purchase. "Whaw dat?" said Governor; "Decoration of Independence say dat? Gen'ral Jodge Washington, him make dat; and Gen'ral Tommie Jefferson, him put hand to it! 'All men born free and equal.
Page 22 - ... forgiveness for some act of wrong done to the being man is most constant to wrong — the loving, the feeble, the confiding ; and anon, seized by a tempest of passion, the cause of which could only be imagined, he would start up, fight, foam at the mouth, and fall back in convulsions. Once he sat up in bed, and, looking like a corpse, began to sing a bacchanalian song; on another occasion, after lying for many minutes in apparent stupefaction, he leaped out of bed before he could be prevented,...
Page 22 - ... and there held it, with a grim countenance and a chuckling laugh. None understood the act but myself : no other could read the devilish thoughts then at work in his bosom. It was the scene enacted in the chamber of his parent—he was repeating the deed of murder—he was exulting, in imagination, over a successful parricide. In this thought he expired; for, while still pressing upon the pillow with a giant's • Those who wish to eat this...
Page 22 - It was the scene enacted in the chamber of his parent — he was repeating the deed of murder — he was exulting, in imagination, over a successful parricide. In this thought he expired ; for while still pressing upon the pillow with a giant's strength, he suddenly fell on his face, and when turned over was a corpse.
Page 211 - I looked forward to my fate — was increased by the con.t scion sn css — so long slumbering — that flashed on it, as I was driven to the fatal tree, that I was, in reality, not Tom the slave, but Sheppard Lee the freeman, and that I possessed a power of evading the halter, Or any other inconvenience, provided I were allowed but one opportunity to exercise it. But where was...
Page 21 - ... fire-lipped demon, stealing out of the shadows and preparing to dart upon him as their prey. Now he would whine and weep, as if asking forgiveness for some act of wrong done to the being man is most constant to...
Page 255 - But on no countenance was this passion (mingled with a due degree of amazement) more strikingly depicted than on that of the German doctor, who, thus compelled to witness the object of a thousand cares, the greatest and most perfect result of his wonderful discovery, slipping off its pedestal and out of his hands, as by a stroke of enchantment, stared...
Page 19 - I sprang from the bed, threw myself on the floor, and, grasping his knees, besought him to spare my life. There seemed indeed occasion for all my supplications : his bloated and altered visage, the neglected appearance of his garments and person, and a thousand other signs, showed that the whole period, of his absence had been passed in excessive...
Page 211 - I now to look for a dead body ? It is true, there were bodies enough by-andby, when my accomplices were tucked up around me ; but what advantage could I derive from entering any one of them, since my fate must be equally certain to be hanged ? My distress, I repeat, was uncommonly great, and in the midst of it I was executed ; which put an end to the quandary.
Page 254 - ... to pieces. The next instant, disregarding the cries of surprise and fear which the act occasioned, I seized upon the cold and rigid hand of the mummy, murmuring, " Let me live again in my own body, and never — no ! never more in another's...

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