The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 13Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew 1839 - American periodicals |
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... respect and confidence of its bar , the court must ex- tend the same courtesy and confidence they would attain . In this court , so little is there of system , order , or promptitude , and so tardy the decision after argument , that ...
... respect and confidence of its bar , the court must ex- tend the same courtesy and confidence they would attain . In this court , so little is there of system , order , or promptitude , and so tardy the decision after argument , that ...
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... respect as useful , save that shorter time of service is desired than is allowed on notice . Still the rule allows the party to use the order in any case , whether necessary or not . This should be altered . Let this court awake to a ...
... respect as useful , save that shorter time of service is desired than is allowed on notice . Still the rule allows the party to use the order in any case , whether necessary or not . This should be altered . Let this court awake to a ...
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... respects , erroneous as to them . He would most assuredly underrate the real talents and worth of some if not all of ... respect for the noble principles of the law , a very favorable opinion of the general ability and use- fulness of ...
... respects , erroneous as to them . He would most assuredly underrate the real talents and worth of some if not all of ... respect for the noble principles of the law , a very favorable opinion of the general ability and use- fulness of ...
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... respect . It is sufficient to reflect , that they who had persecuted the gifted Florentine when living , have long vainly petitioned those among whom he died , for the privilege of transporting his revered remains to the rich monument ...
... respect . It is sufficient to reflect , that they who had persecuted the gifted Florentine when living , have long vainly petitioned those among whom he died , for the privilege of transporting his revered remains to the rich monument ...
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... respects curious , as a picture of the city , at that remote period , as well as useful in tracing the predisposing circumstances to the disorder . THOUGH the fever continued to extend itself , to the last , yet it never became general ...
... respects curious , as a picture of the city , at that remote period , as well as useful in tracing the predisposing circumstances to the disorder . THOUGH the fever continued to extend itself , to the last , yet it never became general ...
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Page 77 - The night is come, but not too soon; And sinking silently, All silently, the little moon Drops down behind the sky. There is no light in earth or heaven But the cold light of stars; And the first watch of night is given To the red planet Mars.
Page 522 - When my eyes shall be turned to behold for the last time the sun in heaven, may I not see him shining on the broken and dishonored fragments of a once glorious Union; on States dissevered, discordant, belligerent; on a land rent with civil feuds, or drenched, it may be, in fraternal blood!
Page 374 - Takes the vacant chair beside me, Lays her gentle hand in mine ; And she sits and gazes at me With those deep and tender eyes, Like the stars, so still and saint-like, Looking downward from the skies.
Page 433 - O, then to your gardens, ye housewives, repair ; Your walks border up ; sow and plant at your leisure, The bluebird will chant from his box such an air, That all your hard toils will seem truly a pleasure. He flits through the orchard, he visits each tree, The red flowering peach, and the apple's sweet blossoms ; He snaps up destroyers wherever they be...
Page 121 - The place of fame and elegy supply: And many a holy text around she strews, That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page 287 - THE time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves ; whether they are to have any property they can call their own ; whether their houses and farms are to be pillaged and destroyed, and themselves consigned to a state of wretchedness from which no human efforts will deliver them. The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.
Page 77 - And thou, too, whosoe'er thou art, That readest this brief psalm, As one by one thy hopes depart, Be resolute and calm. O fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know ere long, Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong.
Page 97 - Your nuts in oak-tree cleft? — 'For wine, for wine we left our kernel tree; For wine we left our heath, and yellow brooms, And cold mushrooms; For wine we follow Bacchus through the earth; Great God of breathless cups and chirping mirth! Come hither, lady fair, and joined be To our mad minstrelsy!
Page 96 - Now strike the golden lyre again! A louder yet, and yet a louder strain, Break his bands of sleep asunder, And rouse him, like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark! the horrid sound Has raised up his head! As awaked from the dead, And amazed, he stares around. Revenge! revenge!
Page 374 - They, the holy ones and weakly, Who the cross of suffering bore, Folded their pale hands so meekly, Spake with us on earth no more!