American Notes and Queries, Volume 5

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William Shepard Walsh, Henry Collins Walsh, William H. Garrison, Samuel R. Harris
W.S. and H.C. Walsh, 1890 - Literature
 

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Page 63 - Let the soldier be abroad if he will; he can do nothing in this age. There is another personage abroad — a personage less imposing — in the eyes of some perhaps insignificant. The schoolmaster is abroad, and I trust to him, armed with his primer, against the soldier in full military array.
Page 46 - Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away. What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes; it disappears!
Page 46 - What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirit, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be death ? The world recedes ; it disappears ! Heaven opens on my eyes ! my ears With sounds seraphic ring : Lend, lend your wings ! I mount ! I fly ! O Grave ! where is thy Victory ? O Death ! where is thy Sting?
Page 39 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Page 303 - We soon observed, that in talking to one another we lost several of our words, and could not hear one another at above two yards' distance, and that too when we sat very near the fire.
Page 29 - The glowing Ruby should adorn, Those who in warm July are born; Then will they be exempt and free From love's doubts and anxiety.
Page 243 - River; then following the course of the Rio Roxo westward, to the degree of longitude 100 west from London...
Page 46 - Hark ! they whisper ; angels say, ' Sister Spirit, come away ! ' What is this absorbs me quite ? Steals my senses, shuts my sight, Drowns my spirits, draws my breath ? Tell me, my soul, can this be Death...
Page 124 - And for myself, besides my yearly allowance, I would have twenty gowns of apparel, six of them excellent good ones, eight of them for the country, and six other of them very excellent good ones.
Page 294 - I leave my silver tankard to the eldest son of old John, as the representative of the family. I would have left it to old John himself, but he would melt it down to make temperance medals, and that would be sacrilege — however, I leave my big horn snuff-box to him: he can only make temperance horn spoons of that.

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