The Clubs of London: With Anecdotes of Their Members, Sketches of Character, and Conversations, Volume 1

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Henry Colburn, 1828 - Clubs
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Page 70 - if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last, long, and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was his love for the Whites, that his countrymen pointed as they passed, and said,
Page 70 - have sought it—I have killed many—I have fully glutted my vengeance. For my country, I rejoice at the beams of peace : but, do not harbour a thought that mine is the joy of fear. Logan never felt fear. He will not turn on his heel to save his life.—Who is there to mourn for Logan ?—Not one
Page 70 - that his countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, ' Logan is the friend of white men.' I had even thought to have lived with you, but for the injuries of one man. Colonel Cresap, the last Spring, in
Page 77 - I would to God, that not only thou, but also all that hear me this day, were both almost, and altogether such as I am, except these bonds ?'"
Page 70 - his women and children. There runs not a drop of my blood in the veins of any living creature. This called on me for revenge—I have
Page 60 - presume even to MENTION privileges and freedom, and that till lately they received directions from the throne with implicit humility ; —we cannot help fancying that the Genius of Freedom has entered that kingdom in disguise. If they have but three weak monarchs successively on the throne, the mask will be laid aside, and France will certainly
Page 69 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat;
Page 256 - me in this fil-thy part of the 'town: but per-haps I am rather se-vere, for his Grace of Nor-thum-ber-land re-sides some-where about this spot, if I don't mis-take. The fact is, my dear boy, I have been in the da-mn'-d c-it-y; to the Bank :—I wish they would remove it to the West End, for
Page 73 - arrow ; and to surprise the beaver in the forest. What wast thou, when I first took thee to my hut ? Thy hands were those of an infant: they could neither procure thee sustenance nor safety. Thy soul was in utter darkness! Thou wast in
Page 72 - across the forests, arrived within sight of the British encampment, he pointed out to his prisoner, by the grey light of the morning, the tents of his countrymen at a distance. " There," said he, " is the enemy who wait to give us battle. Remember, that I have saved thy life; that I have taught thee to conduct a

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