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Page 193 - everywhere, spread all over in characters of living light, blazing on all its ample folds as they float over the sea and over the land, and in every wind under the whole heavens, that other sentiment dear to every true American heart—liberty and union, now and for ever, one and inseparable
Page 84 - from injuring one another, which shall leave them otherwise free to regulate their own pursuits of industry and improvement, and shall not take from the mouth of labour the bread it has earned. This is the sum of good government, and this is necessary to close the circle of our felicities.
Page 84 - would fly to the standard of the law, and would meet invasions of the public order as his own personal concern. Sometimes it is said that man cannot be trusted with the government of himself. Can he, then, be trusted with the government of others Î Or have we found
Page 253 - still always; or if she moves, you will wish her a wave of the sea that she may do nothing but that—" move still, still so, and own no other function." To me she appeared last night to have filled up entirely the illusion of the play—to have shuffled off this gross and clumsy humanity,
Page 104 - would stick to him : he would disown his country. You would exclaim, England, proud of your wealth, and arrogant in the possession of power, blush for these distinctions, which become the vehicles of your dishonour. Such a nation might truly say to corruption, thou art my father, and to the worm, thou art mv mother and my sister.
Page 509 - look to the scene. How often in such moments did I recall the lines of Goldsmith, describing those " kinder skies" beneath which " France displays her bright domain," and feel how true and masterly the sketch,— " Alike all ages ; dames of ancient days Have led their children through the mirthful maze, And the gray
Page 225 - head, shouldered the rusty fire-lock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round. Their
Page 226 - Where's Nicholas Vedder!" There was a silence for a little while, when an old man replied in a thin piping voice, •• Nicholas Vedder ! why he is dead and gone these eighteen years! There was a wooden tombstone in the church-yard that used to tell all about him, but
Page 224 - slowly toiling up the rocks, and bending under the weight of something he carried on his back. He was surprised to see any human being in this lonely and unfrequented place, but supposing it to be some one of the neighbourhood in need of his assistance, he hastened down to yield it.
Page 225 - all his connubial fears —he called loudly for his wife and children—the lonely chambers rang for a moment with his voice, and then all again was silence. He now hurried forth and hastened to his old resort, the village inn—but it too was gone. A large rickety wooden building stood in