The Little Frenchman and His Water Lots: With Other Sketches of the TimesLea & Blanchard, 1839 - 155 страница |
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... stories about the prodigious rise in real estate ; and , having understood that most of his neighbours had become suddenly rich by specu- lating in lots , he instantly grew dissatisfied with his own lot , forthwith determined to shut up ...
... stories about the prodigious rise in real estate ; and , having understood that most of his neighbours had become suddenly rich by specu- lating in lots , he instantly grew dissatisfied with his own lot , forthwith determined to shut up ...
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... story to let ! " The doctor was undoubtedly a very great man and a close observer of human nature . His opinions , with me , have all the sanction of law authority . You perceive that stout gentlemen in black ? He is an epicure , and ...
... story to let ! " The doctor was undoubtedly a very great man and a close observer of human nature . His opinions , with me , have all the sanction of law authority . You perceive that stout gentlemen in black ? He is an epicure , and ...
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... story must be an in- teresting one , and not destitute of a moral . I wish I knew it all . I remember her from my boyhood , and shall never forget her looks one fine Sunday morn- ing , as she entered Trinity church , leaning on the arm ...
... story must be an in- teresting one , and not destitute of a moral . I wish I knew it all . I remember her from my boyhood , and shall never forget her looks one fine Sunday morn- ing , as she entered Trinity church , leaning on the arm ...
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... story about him . I stopped at West Point , not long since , and found the hotel crowded with visitors . It was late in the evening when I arrived , and being almost worn out with the fatigue of my journey , for I had been the inmate of ...
... story about him . I stopped at West Point , not long since , and found the hotel crowded with visitors . It was late in the evening when I arrived , and being almost worn out with the fatigue of my journey , for I had been the inmate of ...
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... story , was the result . For some minutes afterward the merriment was truly appalling . Jokes , mingled with complaints , were heard in every direction , and the uproar soon became universal . Silence , how- ever , was at length ...
... story , was the result . For some minutes afterward the merriment was truly appalling . Jokes , mingled with complaints , were heard in every direction , and the uproar soon became universal . Silence , how- ever , was at length ...
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admiration Albany arrived attorney auctioneer banks Barnes Barnes.-Well beauty bell Belmont better Beverley Lee bought lots broker called carriage Charles Gilfert Charles Kemble complaint Conrad countenance counting-house dear dividend doctor Emily Withers eyes feelings fellow flute Flying Dutchman gentleman from Cahawba Guido Hackett hand hear heard heart HENRY RUSSELL Hilson honour hope hour infernal Jacob Barker Jack Robinson Jamaica jobber Kemble Knowles l'argent lady Larence Payne leave leetle sleeps listen Lithography LITTLE FRENCHMAN Long-Island looked Major Noah matter merchant Mivins Monsieur Poopoo never New-York night notwith parties Paul Pry People's Line perceive play pocket poor publick recollect replied SARATOGA sare SKETCHES smile sorry specting spirit SPRINGS stand steamboats stood story theatre thing Thou canst thought thousand dollars tion took tree turned valuarble vatare Wall-street WATER LOTS what's wonder woodman
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Страница 93 - Woodman, spare that tree ! Touch not a single bough ! In youth it sheltered me, And I'll protect it now. 'Twas my forefather's hand That placed it near his cot; There, woodman, let it stand, Thy axe shall harm it not. That old familiar tree, Whose glory and renown Are spread o'er land and sea — And wouldst thou hew it down? Woodman, forbear thy stroke! Cut not its earth-bound ties...
Страница 93 - When but an idle boy, I sought its grateful shade; In all their gushing joy Here, too, my sisters played. My mother kissed me here; My father pressed my hand — Forgive this foolish tear, But let that old oak stand.
Страница 90 - Riding out of town a few days since, in company with a friend, an old gentleman, he invited me to turn down a little, romantic woodland pass, not far from Bloomingdale. " Your object?" inquired I. " Merely to look once more at an old tree planted by my grandfather long before I was born, under which I used to play when a boy, and where my sisters played with me.
Страница 27 - Ye have the account Of my performance : what remains, ye gods ! But up, and enter now into full bliss ?" So having said, a while he stood, expecting Their universal shout, and high applause, To fill his ear ; when, contrary, he hears On all sides, from innumerable tongues, A dismal universal hiss, the sound Of public scorn...
Страница 129 - Who's in or out, who moves this grand machine, Nor stirs my curiosity nor spleen. Secrets of state no more I wish to know Than secret movements of a puppet-show : 260 Let but the puppets move, I've my desire, Unseen the hand which guides the master-wire.
Страница 102 - " No, monsieur, I must have him." " You must ? " " Oui, monsieur," said little dimity breeches, turning pale with apprehension for the safety of his money. " And you can't do without it ? " " No, monsieur, not von other leetle moment longare.
Страница 90 - And a paleness overspread his fine countenance, and tears came to his eyes. After a moment's pause, he added : ' Don't think me foolish. I don't know how it is : I never ride out but I turn down this lane to look at that old tree.
Страница 93 - Here shall the wild bird sing, And still thy branches bend. Old tree! the storm still brave! And, woodman, leave the spot: While I've a hand to save, Thy axe shall harm it not!
Страница 30 - It was sanctioned by immemorial usage, and had all the crust of antiquity about it. Nobody thought of disputing the matter. It was settled, like...
Страница 23 - Yes, sare, but it is your fault. You're von ver gran rascal to swindle me out of de I'argent." "Hello, old Poopoo, you grow personal; and if you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, you must go out of my counting-room.