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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...went, with breaking heart and trembling steps...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: AN INDIAN LEGEND. | 6/13/1873 | See Source »

...have somewhat incapacitated them for hitting Thompson's deceptive slows; and their batting was not nearly as good as it has been in some of the recent games. Hooper and Estabrooks each made a pretty hit. Eustis brought in three men by a hard hit to centre-field which went through the fielder's hands, making a very welcome addition to the score, as he followed them directly on a passed ball by Madigan. Our Nine fielded very well, notwithstanding the slippery ball. Hodges and Kent played without errors. In the first inning Hooper disposed of the King Philips with...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BASE-BALL. | 6/13/1873 | See Source »

...sick to study, so cut all day, but went to see Lydia Thompson at night. She is splendid! I don't believe a word about her being over forty-five! Eliza Wethersby was charming! Seven of us took seats together and threw bouquets. She looked at us more than at any other part of the house. Must go again. Had a little supper at Parker's. For all Cowan says against late suppers, it is n't healthy to go to bed hungry, I believe...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: JONES'S DIARY. | 6/2/1873 | See Source »

...Went to the burlesque again to-night. More bouquets and melting glances from her languishing orbs in return. I applied at the stage door and sent in my card. She refused me an interview. Despair! Tried to drown sorrow after the most approved fashion. Missed the last car in consequence. Smith and Brown said they liked nothing better than walking out of a moonlight night, and watching the reflection of the-lunar rays in the water as they crossed the bridge. I know it was raining hard, and the reflection was only that of the street-lamp shining...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: JONES'S DIARY. | 6/2/1873 | See Source »

...serious an air upon my little attempts at conversation, that I had come to revere him exceedingly. But one memorable evening my idol fell from his lofty pedestal. I saw him descend to the telling of jokes, and to would-be imitation of a funny character. Alas! I went home that night with "Ilium fuit," "Ilium fuit," ringing in my ears, varied now and then with the more modern refrain of "Babylon is fallen." Years have passed since then, but the event still awakens painful echoes in my memory...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE DIGNITY OF SILENCE. | 6/2/1873 | See Source »

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