Word: thanking
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...only remains for us who linger a little longer to remember affectionately those who are gone before, to thank God for sparing our own lives, and to resolve to continue doing whatever it may still be in our power to do, for the honor of our class, for the good of our fellow-man, and for the prosperity and welfare of our beloved Alma Mater. Let us hope that we may never be counted among her unworthy or ungrateful children...
...should grind continually on my electives, I might score better marks; but at what a cost! What progress should I make in the much-vaunted "general culture"? I do not mean the culture that is obtained by lounging at Parker's, - a kind that is becoming obsolete, thank '78; but the culture that is given by a broad course of reading, - the reviews, of course; George Sand, of a warm afternoon; Schiller, of a cool one; Macaulay, when I am fresh; Irving, when I am weary; all capped by the inevitable Nation, in deference to which I form my opinions...
...hoped to thank the instructors for their promptness in returning the marks on the Semi-annuals in an editorial which should surpass that of our sister paper in both ardor and length. We thought it prudent, however, to wait the arrival of the marks before acknowledging their receipt, and we do not regret our caution. The first marks did, indeed, appear like the harbingers of the much-desired reform, but their appearance has been followed by a calm of such protracted suspense that it has become impossible for us to carry out our cherished plan of an eloquent editorial. That...
...College, wondering which was right, and thinking of the dear ones at home, and of the happy Christmas we 'd had, and of the happy days to come. "After all," thought I, "we are here to work, not to play; and when the work is over, we have, thank God, our own homes to play...
...hair-splitting, which is unprofitable, you know. Don't ask irrelevant and awkward questions, but let me go on with my story. Where was I ? O yes. Well, I pulled out a handkerchief, and with both hands dusted the sparklets from my face and shoulders. At last, thank Heaven, they shut the door. A curve, - a jerk that would have thrown me off, had I not been clinging on for dear life...