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Page 2 - Boston Post. THE CAPTAIN JANUARY SERIES. CAPTAIN JANUARY. !6mo, cloth, 50 cents. A charming idyl of New England coast life, whose success has been very remarkable. One reads it, is thoroughly charmed by it, tells others, and so its fame has been heralded by its readers, until to-day it is selling by the thousands, constantly enlarging the circle of its delighted admirers.
Page 142 - Degree lower than the other, as they be of Estate. And the Emperor hath his Table alone by himself, that is of Gold and of precious Stones, or of Crystal bordered with Gold, and full of precious Stones or of Amethysts, or of Lignum Aloes that cometh out of Paradise, or of Ivory bound or bordered with Gold.
Page 142 - And under the emperor's table sit four clerks, who write all that the emperor says, be it good or evil ; for all that he says must be held good ; for he may not change his word nor revoke it. At great feasts, men bring, before the emperor's table, great tables of gold, and thereon are peacocks of gold, and many other kinds of different fowls, all of gold, and richly wrought and enamelled ; and they make them dance and sing, clapping their wings together, and...
Page 247 - Back he reined the steed — back, back ! but she trailed along his track With a frantic clasp and strain. Evermore the foemen pour through the crash of window and door, Toll slowly. And the shouts of Leigh and Leigh, and the shrieks of " kill ! " and
Page 167 - Sir, I found it as I came along, As I was a-hunting with my dog and my gun." 8 This lady went home with her heart full of love, And gave out the speech that she'd lost her glove. "The man who will find it and bring it to me, The man I declare whose bride I will be.