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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...going ahead, and found it difficult to change my entire plan of proceeding so in the twinkling of an eye, as it were. Consequently I kept right on, as if nothing had happened; that is, I kept on till a nail protruding from the floor carried away the entire front of my vest, and a goodly portion of my trousers, and thus arrested further progress. I was quite willing to stop there, as I had become thoroughly convinced that there were other modes of transit, less rapid, perhaps, but quite as agreeable as sliding across a rough floor...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...ceiling, and again cleaving great furrows in the floor; sometimes riding the bicycle, sometimes the bicycle riding me; and once, after a brief but interesting struggle, I found myself, by a succession of wonderful convolutions, so intricately interwoven with the spokes and hub and rubber tire of the front wheel that I seemed to be a natural and necessary part of its construction; while the hind wheel had thrown itself jauntily into the air, and, with its rapid revolutions, was playing sweet &AEolian melodies against the margin of my ear. All this was more or less discouraging...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...fell with a dull thud to the floor. The air grew hot from the friction of my frightful velocity. With this terrible, ever-increasing momentum, something must happen. What that something would probably be became plainer every moment. The last of the line of iron posts stood exactly in front of the staring, awestruck couple. Six times I had swept round it like the breath of the wind; now, for the seventh time, I was approaching it. I could no longer control my machine. Straight towards the post it rushed. I could not leap from it; I could not stop...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: I LEARN TO RIDE A BICYCLE. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

THIS morning, at half-past eleven precisely, an unfortunate young man, Mr. T. Jones, underwent the extreme penalty of infatuation, by expiating his attachment to Miss Mary Smith in front of the altar railings at St. Marys-in-the-fields...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAST HOURS OF A SINGLE GENTLEMAN. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

...attired in a light-blue dress coat, with frosted metal buttons, a white waistcoat and nankeen trousers, with patent leather shoes. He wore round his neck a variegated satin scarf, in the front of which was inserted a breastpin of conspicuous dimensions. Having descended the staircase with a quick step, he entered the apartment where his brother and a few friends were awaiting him. He shook hands cordially with all present, and on being asked how he had slept, answered, "Very well;" and to the further demand as to the state of his mind, he said, "Reasonably happy...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAST HOURS OF A SINGLE GENTLEMAN. | 5/19/1881 | See Source »

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