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... travellers between England and America . Rev. Dr. Bushnell once told me that half the pleasure of a voyage to Europe was to cross the sea with Capt . Morgan . Since he retired from active com- mand , he has resided in New York , and had ...
... travellers between England and America . Rev. Dr. Bushnell once told me that half the pleasure of a voyage to Europe was to cross the sea with Capt . Morgan . Since he retired from active com- mand , he has resided in New York , and had ...
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... travellers now go by steamers , the cabin is reduced in size , though perhaps increased in conveni- ence . That of the Amazon is built on the upper deck , so high as to furnish the best light and air . It held now but little over a ...
... travellers now go by steamers , the cabin is reduced in size , though perhaps increased in conveni- ence . That of the Amazon is built on the upper deck , so high as to furnish the best light and air . It held now but little over a ...
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... inn . But here not a living creature was visible , not even a dog to bark at a wayworn traveller . We shouted lustily as Young America is apt to do , but could get no reply . Soon a policeman appeared to check any signs.
... inn . But here not a living creature was visible , not even a dog to bark at a wayworn traveller . We shouted lustily as Young America is apt to do , but could get no reply . Soon a policeman appeared to check any signs.
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... travellers , he came to our help - he beat upon the door , he rang his club upon the pavement . At length a win- dow opened above , and a head in a nightcap peered out into the court , and a shrill voice demanded wherefore was all this ...
... travellers , he came to our help - he beat upon the door , he rang his club upon the pavement . At length a win- dow opened above , and a head in a nightcap peered out into the court , and a shrill voice demanded wherefore was all this ...
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... Traveller , Boots at the Holly Tree Inn , and Mrs. Gamp . Each time we admired still more his rare dramatic skill and mastery of the human heart . He is almost as great an actor as he is an author . He is a perfect master of the art of ...
... Traveller , Boots at the Holly Tree Inn , and Mrs. Gamp . Each time we admired still more his rare dramatic skill and mastery of the human heart . He is almost as great an actor as he is an author . He is a perfect master of the art of ...
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Page 209 - For in the hand of the LORD there is a cup, and the wine is red: it is full of mixture, and he poureth out of the same : but the dregs thereof, all the •wicked of the earth shall wring them out, and drink them.
Page 37 - and better. Somehow he gets thoughtful, sitting by himself so much, and thinks the strangest things you ever heard. He told me, coming home, that he hoped the people saw him in the church, because he was a cripple, and it might be pleasant to them to remember upon Christmas Day who made lame beggars walk and blind men see.
Page 31 - MARLEY was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of his burial was signed by the clergyman, the clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge's name was good upon 'Change for anything he chose to put his hand to. Old Marley was as dead as a door-nail.
Page 38 - God bless us every one!" said Tiny Tim, the last of all. He sat very close to his father's side, upon his little stool. Bob held his withered little hand in his, as if he loved the child, and wished to keep him by his side, and dreaded that he might be taken from him. "Spirit," said Scrooge, with an interest he had never felt before, "tell me if Tiny Tim will live.
Page 82 - ... or feels about it, putting forth no claim, having no beauty, nor desirableness, pride nor grace; yet neither asking for pity; not, as ruins are, useless and piteous, feebly or fondly garrulous of better days; but useful still, going through its own daily work—as some old fisherman beaten grey by storm, yet drawing his daily nets...
Page 36 - So Martha hid herself, and in came little Bob, the father, with at least three feet of comforter exclusive of the fringe, hanging down before him; and his thread-bare clothes darned up and brushed, to look seasonable; and Tiny Tim upon his shoulder. Alas for Tiny Tim, he bore a little crutch, and had his limbs supported by an iron frame! "Why, where's our Martha?" cried Bob Cratchit looking round "Not coming,
Page 31 - Scrooge! a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! Hard and sharp as flint, from which no steel had ever struck out generous fire; secret, and self-contained, and solitary as an oyster. The cold within him froze his old features, nipped his pointed nose, shrivelled his cheek, stiffened his gait; made his eyes red, his thin lips blue; and spoke out shrewdly in his grating voice.
Page 156 - OF Nelson and the North Sing the glorious day's renown, When to battle fierce came forth All the might of Denmark's crown, And her arms along the deep proudly shone; By each gun the lighted brand In a bold determined hand, And the Prince of all the land Led them on.
Page 171 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ! The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world: Yet both so passing wonderful...
Page 31 - No warmth could warm, nor wintry weather chill him. No wind that blew was bitterer than he, no falling snow was more intent upon its purpose, no pelting rain less open to entreaty. Foul weather didn't know where to have him. The heaviest rain, and snow, and hail, and sleet, could boast of the advantage over him in only one respect. They often "came down " handsomely, and Scrooge never did.