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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...then proceeded to take the ashes from the grate; during which operation I was endeavoring to calculate from how many rooms she had already removed the ashes that morning, before she had smoothed my counterpane, for I can't say that she had made my bed. After she had taken away as much of the ashes as pleased her, she returned with a feather duster, which she shook around the room, thereby shifting the dust from the bookcase to the centre table, from the centre table to the side table, and so about the room. I have calculated that...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: HOSPITALITY AT MONTREAL. | 10/29/1875 | See Source »

This does not look as though the new course would be quite so soft as a bed of roses, but it presents an entirely new opportunity, and one not offered, we believe, anywhere else in this country, for those who wish to study carefully one of the most important subjects in the range of college work...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 5/21/1875 | See Source »

...nestled in thy bed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: TO PEPA. | 5/7/1875 | See Source »

...rule with but few exceptions for the Goody to be an ill-favored, ill-odored slattern, who rushes to his room for ten or fifteen minutes each morning, carries out his ashes and slops, and then, with unwashed hands, shakes into an appearance of order his tumbled bed. He remonstrates at first with her, but soon perceives, from her oaths, perhaps, that even a Goody has no respect for a Freshman; still he is comforted by the vain hope that he will soon receive a visit from that victim of a task too great for human powers, who is supposed...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AESTHETICS AT HARVARD. | 2/26/1875 | See Source »

...earth, it was my duty to open it; if some one was pounding at the gate of Paradise, it was high time for me to prepare to slip in. No other hypothesis occurred to me at the moment. I started up and looked about. I was in my bed, and the condition of that article of furniture reminded me of scenes that I had witnessed on Transatlantic steamers during storms. Some one was drumming at the door. I opened it. It was the deaf and dumb waiter. I was alive and saved...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: EXTRACT FROM A LETTER. | 2/12/1875 | See Source »

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