Word: manned
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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PROFESSOR HEDGE will deliver four more lectures The subject of the next one is "Goethe as a man...
...What time did you say it was?" anxiously asked the old man. "Bless me! and I haven't made anything this afternoon. Did you put that valise anywhere? O yes." And mournfully and quickly he glided out, and closed the door gently behind him, as before...
...reach; but no hang or pause should occur. The shoot of the arms should be smoother, lighter, and easier, and more uniform in the motion. Neither the stroke, nor the feather, nor the recover should have any jerking, harsh motion or hanging about them in any part. Let each man in the crew grab firmly all he can hold (and no more) and row well home without jerking. More ease and uniformity in all parts of the stroke and a better control of the various movements are necessary before the boat will be rowed steadily...
...establish himself, the venerable Ubiquity will invite him to depart thence. But in spite of the antipathy displayed for the organ-grinder by the powers that preside over our studies, the student himself will infinitely prefer the performances of that much-abused personage, to those of the man overhead whose rowing-weights send forth a most distressing discord, half rumble, half squeak, or, still worse, whose religious enthusiasm finds its vent in practising Tabernacle tunes on a reed-organ. No sane person would hesitate to decide that "Just in time for Lanergan's ball" rendered on a good hand-organ...
There is a charming bit of poetry called "The Charcoal Man," written by Trowbridge, in which the honest hero is pictured as coming home after shouting his familiar cry since early morn, and listening to the never-failing echo, and as he enters the room, he bends over the baby's crib, and whispers "charco' " in the little ear. The youngster cooing with delight, tosses up his arms, and echoes "harko' " just as the hills had been doing all day long. Now, why cannot one of our homely poets immortalize a scene in the organ-grinder's life...