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Ught; so we remained. They will certainly starve soon enough without our help; and yet--I feel we should all be together still. That last superfluous word is the refrain of Gibbes's song that is ringing in my ears, and that I am chanting in a kind of ecstasy of excitement:-- "Then let the cannon boom as it will, We'll be gay and happy still!" And we will be happy in spite of Yankee guns! Only--my dear This, That, and the Other, at Port Hudson, how I pray for your safety! God spare our brave soldiers, and lead them to victory! I write, touch my guitar, talk, pick lint, and pray so rapidly that it is hard to say which is my occupation. I sent Frank some lint the other day, and a bundle of it for Mr. Halsey is by me. Hope neither will need it! But to my work again! Half-past One o'clock, A.M. It has come at last! What an awful sound! I thought I had heard a bombardment before; but Baton Rouge was child's play compared to this. At half-past eleven came the first gun--at least the first _I_ heard, and I hardly think it could have commenced many moments before. Instantly I had my hand on Miriam, and at my first exclamati |
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From: Fiwck <com...@sc...> - 2009-12-24 11:59:45
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>From the world's remotest quarters A tide of pilgrims flowed Across broad plains and over mighty waters, To find that blest abode, Where never death should come between, and sever Them from their loved apart-- Where they might work, and will, and live forever, Still holding heart to heart. And so they lived, in happiness and pleasure, And grew in power and pride, And did great deeds, and laid up stores of treasure, And never any died. And many yers rolled on, and saw them striving With unabated breath, And other years still found and left them living, And gave no hope of death. Yet listen, hapless soul whom angels pity, Craving a boon like this-- Mark how the dwellers in the wondrous city Grew weary of their bliss. One and another, who had been concealing The pain of life's long thrall, Forsook their pleasant places, and came stealing Outside the city wall, Craving, with wish that brooked no more denying, So long had it been crossed, The blessed possibility of dying,-- The treasure they had lost. Daily the current of rest-seeking mortals Swelled to a broader tide, Till none were left within the city's portals, And graves grew green outside. Would it be worth the having or the giving, The boon of endless breath? Ah, for the weariness that comes of living There is no cure but death! Ours were indeed a fate deserving pity, Were that swe |
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From: Versace <phe...@be...> - 2009-09-02 14:44:27
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R, I guess that band gets about two dollars. They've come in here every evening since I've been at the hotel." "T-two dollars? Is that the price? Er--you say two dollars is their price?" "Thereabouts," answered Mr. Beard, uneasily. Veteran as he was, Jethro's appearance and earnestness were a little alarming. "You say two dollars is their price?" "Thereabouts," shouted Mr. Beard, seating himself on the edge of his chair. But Jethro paid no attention to him. He rose, unfolding by degrees his six feet two, and strode diagonally across the corridor toward the band leader. Conversation was hushed at the sight of his figure, a titter ran around the walls, but Jethro was oblivious to these things. He drew a great calfskin wallet from an inside pocket of his coat, and the band leader, a florid German, laid down his instrument and made an elaborate bow. Jethro waited until the man had become upright and then held out a two-dollar bill. "Is that about right for the performance?" he said "is that about right?" "Ja, mein Herr," said the man, nodding vociferously. "I want to pay what's right--I want to pay what's right," said Jethro. "I thank you very much, sir," said the leader, finding his English, "you haf pay for all." "P-paid for everything--everything to-night?" demanded Jethro. The leader spread out his hands. "You haf pay for one whole evening," said he, and bowed again. "Then take it, take it," said Jethro, pushing the bill into the man's palm; "but don't you come back to-night--don't you come back to-night." The amazed leader stared at Jethro--and words failed him. There was something about this man that compelled him to obey, and he gathered up his followers and led the way silently out of the hotel. Roars of laughter and applause arose on all sides; but Jethro was as one who heard them not as he made his way back to his seat again. "You did a good job, my friend," said Mr. Beard, approvingly. "I'm going to take Eph Prescott down the street to see some of the boys. Won't you come, too?" Mr. Beard doubtless accepted it as one of the man's eccentric |
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From: Tantillo <di...@kr...> - 2009-08-22 18:19:16
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From: Greenawalt <cap...@pe...> - 2009-08-21 18:16:59
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Ed king behind the throne;-- The sails were set, the pennons flew, And westward ho! for worlds unknown. --And these were they who gave us birth, The Pilgrims of the sunset wave, Who won for us this virgin earth, And freedom with the soil they gave. The pastor slumbers by the Rhine,-- In alien earth the exiles lie,-- Their nameless graves our holiest shrine, His words our noblest battle-cry! Still cry them, and the world shall hear, Ye dwellers by the storm-swept sea! Ye _have_ not built by Haerlem Meer, Nor on the land-locked Zuyder-Zee! * * * * * ART. THE HEART OF THE ANDES. We Americans, amidst the confusion and stir of material interests, are not inattentive to the progress of those claims whose growth is as silent as that of the leaves around us, and whose values find no echo in Wall Street. With the spring there has bloomed in New York a flower of no common beauty. All the fashion and influence there have been to hail this growth of our soil at its cloistered home in Tenth Street. There is but one opinion of the beauty and novelty of the stranger. It is of the "Heart of the Andes," by Mr. Frederick E. Church, we speak. This artist, now known for some years as he who has with most daring tracked to its depths the witchery and wonder of our summer skies, and the results of whose two visits to So |
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From: Carcieri <ery...@du...> - 2009-08-17 23:38:53
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