Word: said
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Dates: during 1873-1873
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...writer cannot but feel how little he has said that was not already known to the majority of readers. His surprise, however, at being unable to find more than one or two of Bulwer's productions at several of the leading bookstores, and that the College Library was so scantily supplied with them, prompted him to write this...
...relations with our instructors are for the most part pleasant. There is not, as is said to be the case in many colleges, a continual state of warfare between students and professors. Their hesitation in dismissing a man is very grateful to us, while any requests on their part are usually heeded. From the President's remarks in his Report about compulsory attendance at all college exercises, there is hope that it will not be long before this is a thing of the past...
...Globe.At this theatre, Miss Agnes Ethel has been acting in M. Sardou's drama of her own name, to large and appreciative audiences. Of the play little need be said. The plot is decidedly old, but none the less interesting. The impersonation of Agnes demands the beauty and grace of person, the purity and loftiness of bearing, which Miss Ethel so easily gives to it. Although unequal to the passages of tragic emotion, these are so few that the lady's weakness in those parts leaves but little impression on the mind. Her greatest success is achieved in the first...
...they were very strong. To tell the truth, the Goody did say something the next morning about "thim nasty empty bottles" - "nasty" to her, I fear, because they were empty - and the broken glass trodden into the carpet. And as I think the matter over, I remember that Jones said something about its not being right to allow somebody to go to bed alone; that somebody chased Jones around the room, and finally threw a boot at his head as he disappeared through the door. All this is a little misty; but what followed is much clearer. I remember...
...daylight, that the old man had vanished, and that the new-comer was Jones. Yes, Jones, back with a racking headache, to beg for the homoeopathic remedy of "a hair of the dog that bit him." I told him the whole story without reserve, and asked his opinion. "Well," said he, gazing reflectively into the fire, "it seems that the old man has been living in the room somewhere for more than a hundred years, and if he don't trouble you, I should say you might go on chumming with him; but if this sort of thing, you know...