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From: Tille P. <mic...@hb...> - 2010-04-10 12:42:08
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Aid to be optional, are voluntary; and the voluntary discharge of duties, like the voluntary support of religion, we know, from sad experience, to be sometimes imperfectly performed, at others intermitted, and often wholly neglected. Oh! it is a happy country this, a great and a good country; and how base, how wicked, how diabolical it is to try to set such a family as this against their best friends, their pastor and their landlord; to instil dissatisfaction and distrust into their simple minds, and to teach them to loathe the hand, that proffers nothing but regard or relief. It is shocking, isn't it?" "That's what I often say, Sir," said Mrs. Hodgins, "to my old man, to keep away from them Chartists." "Chartists! dear, who are they? I never heard of them." "Why, Sir, they are the men that want the five pints." "Five pints! why you don't say so; oh! they are bad men, have nothing to do with them. Five pints! why that is two quarts and a half; that is too much to drink if it was water; and if any thing else, it is beastly drunkenness. Have nothing to do with them." "Oh! no, Sir |
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From: Linnert D. <tyr...@ad...> - 2010-03-31 05:00:06
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N-up. They say, don't they," he went on, "that the secretary helped her to get away from her brute of a husband, who kept her practically a prisoner? Well, what if he did? I hope there isn't a man among us who wouldn't have done the same in such a case." Mr. Jackson glanced over his shoulder to say to the sad butler: "Perhaps ... that sauce ... just a little, after all--"; then, having helped himself, he remarked: "I'm told she's looking for a house. She means to live here." "I hear she means to get a divorce," said Janey boldly. "I hope she will!" Archer exclaimed. The word had fallen like a bombshell in the pure and tranquil atmosphere of the Archer dining-room. Mrs. Archer raised her delicate eye-brows in the particular curve that signified: "The butler--" and the young man, himself mindful of the bad taste of discussing such intimate matters in public, hastily branched off into an account of his visit to old Mrs. Mingott. After dinner, according to immemorial custom, Mrs. Archer and Janey trailed their long silk draperies up to the drawing-room, where, while the gentlemen smoked below stairs, they sat beside a Carcel lamp with an engraved globe, facing each other across a rosewood work-table with a green silk bag under it, and stitched at the two ends of a tapestry band of field-flowers destined to adorn an "occasional" chair in the drawing-room of young Mrs. Newland Archer. While this rite was in progress in the drawing-room, Archer settled Mr. Jackson in an armchair near the fire in the Gothic library and handed him a cigar. Mr. Jackson sank into the armchair with satisfaction, lit his cigar with perfect confidence (it was Newland who bought them), and stretching his thin old ankles to the coals, said: "You say the secretary merely helped her to get away, my dear fellow? Well, he was still helping her a year later, then; for somebody met 'em living at Lausanne together." Newland reddened. "Living together? Well, |
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From: Reville <hya...@os...> - 2009-12-29 10:28:08
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" letter from Marburg pleading with Winkler for "discretion and
silence," not knowing ("let us hope he did not know!" murmured Muller
between set teeth) that the man who held him in his power because of
some rascality, was being paid for his silence by the Lieutenant's
sister. It is easy to frighten a sensitive woman, so easy to make her
believe the worst! And there is little such a tender-hearted woman will
not do to save
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From: Catenaccio P. <lau...@lu...> - 2009-09-04 13:13:56
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Sonnet Oh for a poet -- for a beacon bright To rift this changeless glimmer of dead gray; To spirit back the Muses, long astray, And flush Parnassus with a newer light; To put these little sonnet-men to flight Who fashion, in a shrewd, mechanic way, Songs without souls, that flicker for a day, To vanish in irrevocable night. What does it mean, this barren age of ours? Here are the men, the women, and the flowers, The seasons, and the sunset, as before. What does it mean? Shall not one bard arise To wrench one banner from the western skies, And mark it with his name forevermore? George Crabbe Give him the darkest inch your shelf allows, Hide him in lonely garrets, if you will, -- But his hard, human pulse is throbbing still With the sure strength that fearless truth endows. In spite of all fine science disavows, Of his plain excellence and stubborn skill There yet remains what fashion cannot kill, Though years have thinned the laurel from his brows. Whether or not we read him, we can feel From time to time the vigor of his name Against us like a finger for the shame And emptiness of what our souls reveal In books that are as altars where we kneel To consecrate the flicker, not the flame. Credo I cannot find my way: there is no star In all the shrouded heavens anywhere; And there is not a whisper in the air Of any living voice but one so far That I can hear it only as a bar Of lost, imperial music, played |
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From: Chaloux <phr...@im...> - 2009-08-28 06:44:22
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Feel that you ought to understand his reasons; that is really why I came. It looks as if you had not heard that shortly after he met your father Dick fell down the steamer's hold." Clare made an abrupt movement and her face got anxious. "Was he hurt?" "Very badly. He broke two ribs and the fever he got soon afterwards stopped his getting better; but that is not the worst. One of his eyes was injured, and there is some danger that he may lose his sight." It was plain that Clare had got a shock, for she sat in a tense attitude and |
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From: Panebianco <gra...@el...> - 2009-08-24 21:15:07
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From: Renzulli <lab...@df...> - 2009-08-20 17:03:30
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Stops the sap from going up." "Exactly," said the hunter. "But they generally begin on sickly trees." "Wilbur," he called a moment later, "come here." The boy hurried over to the old hunter, who was standing by a dead tree--a small one, lying on the ground. "Try that one," he said. The boy struck it with the ax and it showed up alive with beetles and grubs and honeycombed with galleries. "Gee," said the boy, "that's a bad one." "That's very like the way I found the other," said the old hunter; "one very bad one lyin' on the ground an' just a few around it bad, while just a short distance away there was no signs." He stood and thought for a minute or two, but aside from the coincidence, Wilbur could not see that there was anything strange in that. They worked busily for a few moments, girdling the infected trees, and also girdling some small useless trees near by, because, as the hunter explained, when the beetles flew out seeking a new tree to destroy, they would prefer one that was dying, as a tree from which all the bark has been cut away all round always does, and then these trees could be burned. "Have you noticed wheel tracks around here?" asked the hunter thoughtfully. "I did think so," said Wilbur, "near that dead tree, but I s'posed, of course, I was wrong. What would a wagon be doing up here?" Suddenly the Ranger dropped his ax as though he had been stung. He turned to the boy, his eyes flashing. "Boy!" he said, "did you see the stump of that dead tree!" "I didn't notice," said Wilbur wonderingly. The old woodsman picked up his a |
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