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Word: dears (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1870-1879
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...DEAR SALLY...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: WHAT IT HAS COME TO. | 5/22/1874 | See Source »

...yourself, dear, - may I have...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: PHILOPOENA. | 4/10/1874 | See Source »

...DEAR MAGENTA, - I am constrained, by an article which appeared in a late number of the Advocate, to make confession of a creed which I hold with others. I make no attempt to reply to that article, because the writer, against whom it was particularly directed, has already answered it; and, indeed, the statement might seem to contain fit replies in themselves. My purpose is only to confess myself a believer in sentiment, and to give a few reasons for clinging to something which has at least the approval of some former times, and which, I had thought, was beginning...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AN AVOWAL. | 3/27/1874 | See Source »

...might go on with the long list of great things which we owe to sentiment, but the lesser ones are dearer to us. I know, my dear Magenta, that I am a person of very small consequence, that my literary contributions are but little valued by you, but must I give up as useless even the few mementos of consideration and regard which I cherish with so much care? Must I light my fire with the paper which contains a record of my one College office? May I not feel sentiment? Nay, may I not grow sentimental (utilitarians may sneer...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AN AVOWAL. | 3/27/1874 | See Source »

...some credit for being jolly. Let us step in here a moment. Ah! yes, this a picture store; but there are no pictures in America, you know. What is this? - sunshine, green trees, running brooks, cattle, farmhouses! Why, I thought I was in Boston! So you were, my dear fellow; but now you are in the middle of all the gorgeous warmth and beauty of a New England summer. Put away that dripping umbrella of yours, and let us wander down this lane. See that flock of sheep lying in the meadow yonder, close to that broken-down old wall...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: SATURDAY AFTERNOONS. | 3/13/1874 | See Source »

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