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...students, or any body else, to sully that "good name," which has been so degraded. Two very plausible reasons for this outburst of the Harvard editor have been suggested. One is, that Tufts has anticipated Harvard in the adoption of the Oxford cap, a thing which the university cannot brook; the other, that the novelty of the Oxford cap withdraws public gaze from the particularly ungainly gait of the Harvard student. A word of consolation may be offered. No Oxford cap can long rival, in the public eye, the ungraceful amble. In all probability the students of Tufts will continue...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: ENVIOUS HARVARD. | 1/21/1882 | See Source »

...throw a sparely-built batsman, or had the option of felling him to the ground by hurling a ball at his head; and there would be accidents innumerable in the hunting field if it was permissible for riders to endeavor to collide with each other when taking a brook or a fence...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 1/4/1882 | See Source »

...little valley, carpeted with green turf, and almost bare of trees. At the bottom of the vale, a chattering brook ripple over smooth stones, and hurried on to join the sea. Just above him the course of the brook turned from east to south-east; and where the valley curved, on the north bank, a pretty moss-covered grotto opened toward the sun. Behind this a cliff suddenly rose a score of feet; while before it a large flat stone formed a convenient floor, reaching from the cave quite to the edge of the brook...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

Before Yung reached the cave, his passion for Loe was almost quite transferred to the stranger; and when, after a vigorous sprinkling with cold water from the brook, she opened her eyes, his enthralment was complete...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

When she next opened her eyes it was broad day. The fire was out, and looking through the branches that formed her door, she could see the brook, rippling silver-bright in the morning sun. She remembered her situation with a smile and a blush; and went out to find her protector...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR FIRST FAMILIES. | 12/9/1881 | See Source »

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