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Page 14 - streets of Boston. The sun was near setting when the march commenced. .. ; The roll of the drum, at that unquiet crisis, seemed to go through the streets, less as the martial music of the soldiers, than as a muster call to the inhabitants themselves. A multitude, by various avenues,
Page 80 - and high, as when its glow was chastened by adversity. ' Youth,' said Endicott, ' ye stand in an evil case, thou and thy maiden wife. Make ready presently; for I am minded that ye shall both have a token to remember your wedding day !' ' Stern man,' cried the May Lord,
Page 284 - became as dry and fragile as when the doctor had first thrown it into the vase. He shook ofF the few drops of moisture which clung to its petals. ' I love it as well thus, as in its dewy freshness,' observed he, pressing the withered rose
Page 167 - Amid the seeming confusion of our mysterious world, individuals are so nicely adjusted to a system, and systems to one another, and to a whole, that, by stepping aside for a moment, a man exposes himself to a fearful risk of losing his place forever. Like Wakefield, he may become, as it were, the Outcast of the Universe. A RILL FROM THE TOWN PUMP.
Page 175 - and inscribed with the names of the distinguished champions of my cause. Now listen ; for something very important is to come next. There are two or three honest friends of mine— and true friends, I know, they are — who, nevertheless, by their fiery pugnacity in my behalf, do put me in fearful hazard of a broken nose, or even a
Page 134 - which had caused so wonderful a sensation. He immediately became the great man of the moment, and had just begun a new edition of the narrative, with a voice like a field preacher, when the mail stage drove into the village street. It had travelled all night, and must have shifted horses at
Page 141 - beyond which lay an orchard, farther still, a mowing field, and last of all, a house. These were the premises of Mr. Higginbotham, whose dwelling stood beside the old highway, but had been left in the background by the Kimballton turnpike. Dominicus knew the place; and the little mare stopped short by instinct; for he was
Page 20 - Meanwhile, the venerable stranger, • staff in hand, was pursuing his solitary walk along the centre of the street As he drew near the advancing soldiers, and as the roll of their drum came .full Upon his ear, the old man raised himself to a loftier mien, while the decrepitude of age seemed to fall from his shoulders, leaving him in. gray