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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...with a cart-load of ashes went over most of the slippery walks yesterday...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: FACT AND RUMOR. | 2/14/1882 | See Source »

...take the selections given to be committed in our French courses and he will readily see how profitless they are, and how far from serving as representative passages of literature, in knowing which there is some advantage. A man who wishes to be familiar with French literature does not load his mind with the committing to memory of such fragmentary and desultory things. He would rather choose a varied selection of passages from the best authors, as we commit Shakspeare and our best poets...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: No Headline | 2/11/1882 | See Source »

...long time before quiet was restored; not till after Mr. Nahum Metcalf's boy had come with a whole cart-load of good things. "And there is my last pair of chickens all ready dressed for the morrow's dinner!" declared the widow with a laugh that was half...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A POSETT EPISODE. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

Then the two broke in through the door, all covered with snow from head to foot, quite startling the widow, who gazed in blank wonderment at the stranger and his load. Finally she found breath...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: A POSETT EPISODE. | 12/20/1881 | See Source »

...melancholy hyenas come trooping home at eventide; where the kangaroo leaps in demoniac exultation, and the boa-constrictor, after coiling himself tenderly but firmly around the waist of the intruder, gazes with embarrassing familiarity into his eyes, - in this forsaken region, far from civilization, with its weary load of unrest, its perpetual strivings after the unattainable, and its ceaseless Knock at the fast-closed gate of the empyrean, and all that --. But what am I saying, or where am I? Of course - I forgot - I am in South America; but this madness unseats my reason. I was wandering alone...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE QUIZZICAL CLUB. | 4/5/1881 | See Source »

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