Forty years in the world; or, Sketches and tales of a soldier's life, by the author of Fifteen years in India, Том 3 |
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... effect any thing , I would fly instantly home ! Good God ! I was on the eve of proceeding to Yorkshire for a fortnight , to see my old friend Smyth . All my plans are overwhelmed . I can scarcely think of what I should do . I shall be ...
... effect any thing , I would fly instantly home ! Good God ! I was on the eve of proceeding to Yorkshire for a fortnight , to see my old friend Smyth . All my plans are overwhelmed . I can scarcely think of what I should do . I shall be ...
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... effect upon your son . " How much better that the accident should have happened to the child than to the father - be thank- ful to the Almighty . - Your daughter is an ad- mirable young woman . " Your sincere friend , D- M- . " " MY ...
... effect upon your son . " How much better that the accident should have happened to the child than to the father - be thank- ful to the Almighty . - Your daughter is an ad- mirable young woman . " Your sincere friend , D- M- . " " MY ...
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... effect . We cannot think of the conse- quences of our own rashness and disobedience with- out humility and sorrow ; but happy is he who sails by the experience of others , and not by the tide- marks on those rocks of passion which ...
... effect . We cannot think of the conse- quences of our own rashness and disobedience with- out humility and sorrow ; but happy is he who sails by the experience of others , and not by the tide- marks on those rocks of passion which ...
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... further consideration . Indeed , on re- flection , it occurs to me that I could not have made a more happy reference than to the grave , on a sub- ject which , in its practical effects , aims at ( 39 ) CUDGEL THY BRAINS NO MORE ABOUT.
... further consideration . Indeed , on re- flection , it occurs to me that I could not have made a more happy reference than to the grave , on a sub- ject which , in its practical effects , aims at ( 39 ) CUDGEL THY BRAINS NO MORE ABOUT.
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Robert Grenville Wallace. ject which , in its practical effects , aims at extinguish- ing that selfishness , which so often produces ani- mosity in families , engenders hatred where affection would naturally grow , and separates father ...
Robert Grenville Wallace. ject which , in its practical effects , aims at extinguish- ing that selfishness , which so often produces ani- mosity in families , engenders hatred where affection would naturally grow , and separates father ...
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