The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Том 1H. Biglow, Orville Luther Holley H. Bigelow, Esq., editor and proprietor, 1817 |
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... PUBLISHED FOR H. BIGLOW , Esq . EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR , BY KIRK & MERCEIN , AT THE OFFICE OF THE EDINBURGH AND QUAR- TERLY REVIEWS , No. 22 WALL - STREET , Opposite to the Manhattan Bank , And Sold by the principal Booksellers in the ...
... PUBLISHED FOR H. BIGLOW , Esq . EDITOR AND PROPRIETOR , BY KIRK & MERCEIN , AT THE OFFICE OF THE EDINBURGH AND QUAR- TERLY REVIEWS , No. 22 WALL - STREET , Opposite to the Manhattan Bank , And Sold by the principal Booksellers in the ...
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... published in Great Britain , survives the first edition , and scarcely one in ten of this decima- tion ever reaches this country . have little idea of the number of volumes that fall daily still - born from the press in the British ...
... published in Great Britain , survives the first edition , and scarcely one in ten of this decima- tion ever reaches this country . have little idea of the number of volumes that fall daily still - born from the press in the British ...
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... published about the com- forty - third year of his age . In the me- mencement of the American revolution . ridian of life - mature in experience A list of more than three thousand sub- and in reputation ; long practised in scribers- ( a ...
... published about the com- forty - third year of his age . In the me- mencement of the American revolution . ridian of life - mature in experience A list of more than three thousand sub- and in reputation ; long practised in scribers- ( a ...
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... Published by T. Longworth , 114 Broadway . THIS HIS is an interesting volume . It is next day a number of furious Arabs the genuine journal of an Ameri- attacked and plundered them ; and after can seaman ; and as such , is entitled to ...
... Published by T. Longworth , 114 Broadway . THIS HIS is an interesting volume . It is next day a number of furious Arabs the genuine journal of an Ameri- attacked and plundered them ; and after can seaman ; and as such , is entitled to ...
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... published it at length in his narra- without leaving his knife with the gate- tive . His description of Tombuctoo keeper ; but when he comes out in the and its vicinage , agrees in some particu- morning it is restored to him . The lars ...
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