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"Huh, two yards of coat-lining, forty-four cents, and Ida Bell's last
year's office-hat reblocked, sixty-five."
"You're the show-piece of the town, all right. Come on; let's pick up a
crowd and muss-up Claxton Road a little."
"I meant what I said, Charley. After the cuttings-up of last night and the
night before I'm q... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Honey, if my old man was to carry out every threat he utters, I'd be
disinherited, murdered, hong-konged, shanghaied, and cremated every day in
the year."
"I got to go now, Charley."
"Not let a fellow even spin you home?"
"You know I want to, Charley, but--but it don't do you any good, boy, being
seen with me in that... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Whew!"
"Lo-o, that you?"
"Yes, ma."
"Come out to your supper. I'll warm up the kohlrabi."
Miss Hassiebrock strode through a pair of chromatic portières, with them
swinging after her, and into an unlit kitchen, gray with dusk. A table
drawn out center and within range of the gas-range was a blotch in the
gloom, three ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I think it's a shame, ma, the way you keep thumping around in your
stocking feet like this was backwoods."
"I can't get my feet in shoes--the joints--"
"You thump around as much as you darn please, ma. If Ida Bell don't like
the looks of you, let her go home with some of her swell stenog friends.
You let your feet hu... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I 'ain't got no more strength against her. My ears won't hold no more. I'm
taking this hot oil down to Mrs. Flint's scalds. She's, beyond my control,
and the days when a slipper could make her mind. I wisht to God there was a
father! I wisht to God!"
Her voice trailed off and down a rear flight of stairs.
"Yes _sir_,... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I'll do the dishes for ma."
"It's bad enough for one to have the name of being gay without starting
that child running around nights with--"
"Ida Bell!"
"You dry up, Ida Bell! I'll do what I pl--ease with my di--uhm--di--uhm."
"If you say another word about such stuff in front of that child, I'll--"
"Well, if you don... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
* * * * *
Claxton Inn, slightly outside the city limits and certain of its decorums,
stands back in a grove off a macadamized highway that is so pliant to tire
that of summer nights, with tops thrown back and stars sown like lavish
grain over a close sky and to a rushing breeze that pres... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Three waiters ran toward their entrance. A woman with a bare V of back
facing them, and three plumes that dipped to her shoulders, turned square
in her chair.
"Hi, Charley. Hi, Loo!"
"H'lo, Jess!"
They walked, thus guided by two waiters, through a light _confetti_ of
tossed greetings, sat finally at a table half conce... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Charley, you--you haven't run through those thousands and thousands and
thousands the papers said you got from your granny that time?"
"It was slippery, hon; somebody buttered it."
"Charley, Charley, ain't there just no limit to your wildness?"
"You're right, girl; I've been killed with coin. My old man's been too bu... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Aw, now, you're lighting up. Charley. That's four glasses you've taken."
"Thought I was kidding you last night--didn't you--about wedding-bells?"
"You were lit up."
"I know. You're going to watch your step, little girl, and I don't know as
I blame you. You can get plenty of boys my carat, and a lot of other things
th... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Charley--I--You--"
"Jess--over here! Quick!"
"Charley--honey--"
* * * * *
At eleven o'clock a small, watery moon cut through a sky that was fleecily
clouded--a swift moon that rode fast as a ship. It rode over but did
not light Squire Gerber's one-and-a-half-storied, weathered-gray, and... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
She stroked his coat-sleeve, mouthing back tears.
"Now everybody'll say--you're a goner--for sure--marrying a--Popular Store
girl."
"If anybody got the worst of this bargain, it's my girl."
"My own boy," she said, still battling with tears.
"You drew a black sheep, honey, but I say again and again, 'Thank God, you
dre... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Too late! Why, Charley--and you not even thirty-one yet? With your brains
and all--too late! You make me laugh. If only you will--why, I'm game to go
out West, Charley, on a ranch, where you can find your feet and learn to
stand on them. You got stuff in you, you have. Jess Turner says you was
always first in school,... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Charley--Charley--darling!"
"My--poor old man!" he said in a voice that might have been his echo in a
cave.
"He--his heart must have give out on him, Charley, while he slept in the
night."
"My--poor--old--man!"
She stretched out her hand timidly to his shoulder.
"Charley--boy--my poor boy!"
He reached up to cover her... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
She reached out, placing her hand pat across his mouth, and, in the languid
air of the room, shuddering so that her lips trembled.
"Charley--for God's sake--it--it's a sin to talk that way!"
"O God, I know it, girl! I'm all muddled--muddled."
He let his forehead drop against her arm, and in the long silence that
ensue... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Made what, honey? Who?"
"Charley, can't you understand? My sister Ida Bell and Brookes--your
father's lawyer. She's his private stenographer--Brookes's, honey. You know
that. But she told me last night, honey, when I went home. You're cut off,
Charley! Your old man sent for Brookes yesterday at noon. I swear to God,
... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
He sprang up at that, jerking her backward, and all the purple-red gushed
up into his face again.
"Yes, by God, I've got you! I'll break the will. I'll--"
"Charley, no--no! He'd rise out of his grave at you. It's never been known
where a will was broke where they didn't rise out of the grave to haunt."
He took her squ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
He shook his head, turning away his eyes to hide their tears.
"You been stung, Loo. Nothing on earth can change that."
She turned his face back to her, smiling through her own tears.
"You're not adding up good this morning, Mr. Cox. When do you think I
called you up last night? When could it have been if not after my ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Hands in lap, head back against the mat of her chair, Mrs. Burkhardt looked
straight ahead of her into this silence--at a closed door hung with a
newspaper rack, at a black-walnut horsehair divan, a great sea-shell on
the carpet beside it. A nickelplated warrior gleamed from the top of a
baseburner that showed pink th... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"A touch of the old trouble, Hanna?"
She sat erect, with her rather large white hands at the heavy base to her
long throat. They rose and fell to her breathing. Like Heine, who said so
potently, "I am a tragedy," so she, too, in the sulky light of her eyes
and the pulled lips and the ripple of shivers over her, procla... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
He sat staring ahead, in a heavy kind of silence, breathing outward and
passing his hand across his brow.
Her breathing, too, was distinctly audible.
"Lay down a bit, Hanna. I'll cover you--"
"If they land me in the bug-house, they can write on your tombstone when
you die, 'Hanna Long Burkhardt went stark raving mad c... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I'm not the man can change his ways, Hanna. I married at forty, too late
for that."
"I notice you liked my pep, all righty, when I was workin' in the feed-yard
office. I hadn't been in it ten days before you were hangin' on my laughs
from morning till night."
"I do yet, Hanna--only you don't laugh no more. There's no... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Yes; with a husband at home in bed, I'd be a fine one chasin' around
this town alone, wouldn't I? That's the thanks a woman gets for bein'
self-respectin'."
"I always kept hopin', Hanna, I could get you to take more to the home."
"The home--you mean the tomb!"
"Why, with the right attention, we got as fine an old pla... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"There ain't a girl in Adalia has dropped out of things the way I have, I
had a singin' voice that everybody in this town said--"
"There's the piano, Hanna, bought special for it."
"I got a contralto that--"
"There never was anything give me more pleasure than them first years you
used it. I ain't much to express myse... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I know what's upsettin' me, all right. I know!"
He sighed heavily.
"I'm just the way I am, Hanna, and there's no teachin' an old dog new
tricks. It's a fact I ain't much good after eight o'clock evenin's. It's a
fact--a fact!"
They sat then in a further silence that engulfed them like fog. A shift of
wind blew a gust... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
When Mrs. Burkhardt stepped out into an evening left thus to its stilly
depth, shades drawn against it, a light dust of snow, just fallen, was
scurrying up-street before the wind, like something phantom with its skirts
blowing forward. Little drifts of it, dry as powder, had blown up against
the porch. She sidestepped... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Yoo-hoo--it's only me, Kit! Shall I come out?"
"Naw--just a minute; I'll be in."
Mrs. Scogin seated herself on the edge of the sofa, well forward, after the
manner of those who relax but ill to the give of upholstery. She was like a
study of what might have been the grandmother of one of Rembrandt's studies
of a gran... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Hello, Han!"
"Hello, Kittie!"
"Snowing?"
"No."
"Been washing my hair to show it a good time. One month in this dump and
they'd have to hire a hearse to roll me back to Forty-second Street in."
"This ain't nothing. Wait till we begin to get snowed in!"
"I know. Say, you c'n tell me nothing about this tank I dunno alre... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"She's a sassy girl, Hanna. Your John a deacon and hers lies molderin' in
his grave, a sui--"
Mrs. Scogin Bevins flung herself up, then, a wave of red riding up her
face.
"If you don't go up--if you--don't! Go--now! Honest, you're gettin' so luny
you need a keeper. Go--you hear?"
The door shut slowly, inclosing the ol... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I know it, Kit. God knows I've eat out my heart with knowin' it!
Only--only it was so hard--a man givin' me no more grounds than he does.
What court would listen to his stillness for grounds? I 'ain't got
grounds."
"Say, you could 'a' left that to me. My little lawyer's got a factory where
he manufactures them. He co... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"I--You look it, Kit. I never seen a girl get back her looks and keep 'em
like you. I says to him to-night, I says, 'When I look at myself in the
glass, I wanna die.'"
"You're all there yet, Hanna. Your voice over here the other night was
something immense. Big enough to cut into any restaurant crowd, and that's
what ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Yes, Hanna?"
"Wake up!"
"I been awake--"
She set the lamp down on the brown-marble top of a wash-stand, pushed back
her hair with both hands, and sat down on the bed-edge, heavily breathing
from a run through deserted night's streets.
"I gotta talk to you, Burkhardt--now--to-night."
"Now's no time, Hanna. Come to bed... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Goin' where, Hanna?"
"Goin' where each day ain't like a clod of mud on my coffin. Goin' where
there's a chance for a woman like me to get a look-in on life before she's
as skinny a hex at twenty-seven as old lady Scog--as--like this town's full
of. I'm goin' to make my own livin' in my own way, and I'd like to see
an... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"No! No! No! That gang of church-pillars! I can't stand it, I tell you; you
mustn't try to keep me! You mustn't! I'm a rat in a trap here. Gimme a few
dollars. Hundred and fifty is all I ask. Not even alimony. Lemme apply.
Gimme grounds. It's done every day. Lemme go. What's done can't be undone.
I'm not blamin' you. ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
To the New-Yorker whose nights must be filled with music, preferably jazz,
to pass Keeley's and find it dark is much as if Bacchus, emulating the
newest historical rogue, had donned cassock and hood. Even that half of
the evening east of the cork-popping land of the midnight son has waned at
Keeley's. No longer a road... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Say, they can't hurt my feelin's. I been a chaser-act ever since I hit the
town."
"Well, if I can sit and listen to a song in long skirts twelve runnin'
weeks, three or four nights every one of 'em, take it from me, there's a
whistle in it somewhere."
"Just the same," she said, pushing away her glass, "my future in t... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Right idea!"
"There's nothing rough about me, Lew. None of you fellows can't say that
about me. I believe in a girl havin' a good time, but I believe in her
always keepin' her self-respect. I always say it never hurt no girl to keep
her self-respect."
"Right!"
"When a girl friend of mine loses that, I'm done with her... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"O-oh! burns!"
"Drink it down-like a major."
She bubbled into the glass, her eyes laughing at him above its rim.
"Aw gone!"
He clicked again with his fingers.
"Once more, Charlie!" he said, shoving their pair of glasses to the
table-edge.
"You ain't the only money-bag around the place!" she cried, flopping down
on the... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
She dipped again, this time deeper, and aimed straighter.
"Quit!" he said, catching her wrist and bending over it. "Quit it, or I'll
bite!"
"Ow! Ouch!"
Her mouth still resolute not to loosen, she jerked back from him. There
was only the high flush which she could not control, and the gaze, heavy
lidded, was not so sur... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"You're a somebody any place they put you."
"You never seen the like the way it all happened, Lew. So quick! The day I
took the train was like I was walkin' for good out of a dream. Not so much
as a post-card from there since--"
"Uh--uh--now--cry-baby!"
"I--ain't exactly sorry, Lew; only God knows, more'n once in thos... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"You're--talkin' weddin'-bells, Lew?"
He regarded her, the ash of his cigar falling and scattering down his
waistcoat.
"What bells?"
"Weddin', Lew." Her voice was as thin as a reed.
"O Lord!" he said, pushing back slightly from the table. "Have another
fizz, girl, and by that time we'll be ready for a trip in my under... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"O God! Why don't I die? I ain't fit for nothing else!"
He cast a glance around their deserted edge of the room. A waiter,
painstakingly oblivious, stood two tables back.
"Wouldn't I be better off out of it? Why don't I die?"
He was trembling down with a suppression of rage and concern for the rising
gale in her voice... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Even to Hanna de Long, hurrying eastward on Forty-second Street, huggingly
against the shadow of darkened shop-windows, there was a new sting of tears
at the smell of earth, daring, in the lull of a city night, to steal out.
There are always these dark figures that scuttle thus through the first
hours of the morning.
... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
When she finally went up the brick walk, she thought once that she could
not reach the bell with the strength left to pull it. She did, though,
pressing with her two hands to her left side as she waited. The house was
in the process of painting, too, still wet under a first wash of gray. The
pergola, also.
The door sw... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Over Benson hangs a white haze of limestone, gritty with train and foundry
smoke. At night the lime-kilns, spotted with white deposits, burn redly,
showing through their open doors like great, inflamed diphtheretic throats,
tongues of flame bursting and licking out.
Winchester Road, which runs out from the heart of th... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
With spring sunshine even hot against the steel rails of Winchester Road,
and awnings drawn against its inroads into the window display, Mrs. Shila
Coblenz, routing gloom, reached up tiptoe across the haberdashery counter
for the suspended chain of a cluster of bulbs, the red of exertion rising
up the taut line of thr... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"This here wash silk, Mrs. C., would--"
"Send me up a dress-pattern off this coral-pink sample for Selene."
"This here dark mulberry, Mrs. C., would suit you something immense."
"That'll be about all."
He flopped shut his book, snapping a rubber band about it and inserting it
in an inner coat pocket.
"You ought to sti... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Selene ain't the best judge of her poor old grandmother. It's hard for a
young girl to have patience for old age sitting and chewing all day over
the past. It's right pitiful the way her grandmother knows it, too, and
makes herself talk English all the time to please the child and tries to
perk up for her. Selene, th... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Poor old dame!"
"You boys guy me with my close-fisted buying these last two years. It's up
to me, Milt, to squeeze this old shebang dry. There's not much more than a
living in it at best, and now, with Selene grown up and naturally wanting
to have it like other girls, it ain't always easy to see my way clear. But
I'l... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"No sooner said than done."
"And come out for supper some Sunday night, Milt. It does mama good to have
young people around."
"I'm yours."
"Good-night, Milt."
He reached across the counter, placing his hand over hers.
"Good-night, Mrs. C.," he said, a note lower in his throat; "and remember
that call-on-me stuff wasn'... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Mrs. Goblenz stooped, recovering the wreath.
"Say, mama, this one is a beauty! That's a new weave, ain't it? Here, work
some more, dearie--till Selene comes with your evening papers."
With her profile still to the chair-back, a tear oozed down the corrugated
face of Mrs. Horowitz's cheek. Another.
"Now, mama! Now, mam... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"His feet--blood from my--"
"But I'm going to take you back, mama. To papa's grave. To Aylorff's. But
don't eat your heart out until it comes, darling. I'm going to take you
back, mama, with every wreath in the stack; only, you mustn't eat out your
heart in spells. You mustn't, mama; you mustn't."
Sobs rumbled up thro... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Large drops of sweat had come out and a state of exhaustion that swept
completely over, prostrating the huddled form in the chair.
"Bed--my bed!"
With her arms twined about the immediately supporting form of her daughter,
her entire weight relaxed, and footsteps that dragged without lift, one
after the other, Mrs. Hor... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
When Miss Coblenz caught her eye in the square of mirror above the
mantelpiece, her hands flew to her cheeks to feel of their redness. They
were soft cheeks, smooth with the pollen of youth, and hands still casing
them, she moved another step toward the portièred door.
"Mama!"
Mrs. Coblenz emerged immediately, finger ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Immediate tears were already finding staggering procession down Mrs.
Coblenz's face, her hovering arms completely encircling the slight figure
at her feet.
"My little girl! My little Selene! My all!"
"I'll be marrying into one of the best families in town, ma. A girl who
marries a nephew of Mark Haas can hold up her h... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Didn't Lester want to--to come in for a while, Selene, to--to see--me?"
Sitting there on her heels, Miss Coblenz looked away, answering with her
face in profile.
"Yes; only--I--well, if you want to know it, mama, it's no fun for a girl
to bring a boy like Lester up here in--in this crazy room, all hung up
with gramaw... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"She's old, Selene--old."
"I tell you it's the way you indulge her, mama. I've seen her sitting here
as perk as you please, and the minute you come in the room down goes her
head like--like she was dying."
"It's her mind, Selene--that's going. That's why I feel if I could only get
her back. She ain't old, gramaw ain't... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"But, Selene, everybody knows we ain't millionaires, and that you got in
with that crowd through being friends at school with Amy Rosen. All the
city salesmen and the boys on Washington Avenue, even Mark Haas himself,
that time he was in the store with Lester, knows the way we live. You don't
need to be ashamed of you... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"You--have got the money!"
"So help me God, Selene! You know, with the quarries shut down, what
business has been. You know how--sometimes even to make ends meet it is a
pinch. You're an ungrateful girl, Selene, to ask what I ain't able to do
for you. A child like you, that's been indulged, that I 'ain't even asked
ev... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
In the smallest possible compass, Miss Coblenz crouched now upon the floor,
head down somewhere in her knees, and her curving back racked with rising
sobs.
"Selene--but some day--"
"Some day nothing! A woman like gramaw can't do much more than go down-town
once a year, and then you talk about taking her to Russia! You... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
At Miss Selene Coblenz's engagement reception, an event properly festooned
with smilax and properly jostled with the elbowing figures of waiters
tilting their plates of dark-meat chicken salad, two olives, and a
finger-roll in among the crowd, a stringed three-piece orchestra, faintly
seen and still more faintly heard... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Mrs. Coblenz shifted her weight from one slipper to the other, her
maroon-net skirts lying in a swirl around them.
"Just look at gramaw, too! She holds up her head with the best of them. I
wouldn't have had her miss this, not for the world."
"Sure one fine old lady! Ought to have seen her shake my hand, Mother
Coblenz... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Mama, 'sh-h-h! the waiters know what to do."
Mrs. Coblenz turned back, the flush warm to her face.
"Say, for an old friend I can be my own self."
"Can we break the receiving-line now, Lester honey, and go down with
everybody? The Sinsheimers and their crowd over there by themselves, we
ought to show we appreciate the... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
He smiled now, peering through gold-rimmed spectacles attached by a chain
to a wire-encircled left ear.
"Sit," he cried, "and let me serve you!"
Standing there with a diffidence which she could not crowd down, Mrs.
Coblenz smiled through closed lips that would pull at the corners.
"The idea, Mr. Haas--going to all tha... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"She's a fine girl, but she ain't worth her mother's little finger-nail."
"Mr.--Haas!"
"No, sir-ree!"
"I must be going now, Mr. Haas. My mother--"
"That's right. The minute a man tries to break the ice with this little
lady, it's a freeze-out. Now what did I say so bad? In business, too. Never
seen the like. It's like... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"You--mustn't mind, Mr. Haas. That's--the way she's done since--since
she's--sick. Keeps repeating--"
"My grandchild! From a good mother and a bad father comes a good
grandchild. My grandchild! She'm a good one. My--"
"Mama dearie, Mr. Haas is in a hurry. He's come to help me walk you into a
little room to rest before... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"Aylorff, the littlest wreath for--Aylorff--_Meine Kräntze_--"
"Yes, yes."
"_Mem Mann. Mein Sühn_."
"'Shh-h-h, dearie!"
"Aylorff--_der klenste Kranz far ihm_!"
"'Shh-h-h, dearie! Talk English, like Selene wants. Wait till we get on the
ship--the beautiful ship to take us back. Mama, see out the window! Look!
That's th... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
"My boy--my own! They died for it! _Mein Mann! Mein Sühn_!"
On her knees, frantic to press her down once more into the chair, terrified
at the rigid immobility of the upright figure, Mrs. Coblenz paused then,
too, her clasp falling away, and leaned forward to the open sheet of the
newspaper, its black head-lines facin... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
Upon that scene, the quiet of the room so raucously lacerated, burst Mr.
Haas, too breathless for voice.
"Mr. Haas--my mother! Help--my mother! It's a faint, ain't it? A faint?"
He was beside her at two bounds, feeling of the limp wrists, laying his ear
to the grenadine bosom, lifting the reluctant lids, touching the ... | Gaslight Sonatas | Hurst, Fannie | 1889 | 1968 | ['en'] | 14 | {'Immigrants -- Fiction', 'Slums -- Fiction', 'City and town life -- Fiction', 'Poor -- Fiction', 'Short stories, American'} | PG10025 | |
THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
VOL. 10, No. 268.] SATURDAY, AUGUST 11, 1827. [PRICE 2d.
* * * * *
HOSPITAL OF ST. THOMAS, CANTERBURY.
[Illustration]
The subject of the above engraving claims the attention of the
antiquarian researcher, not as the lofty sculptured... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
This institution survived the general suppression of monasteries and
buildings of its cast, during the reigns of Henry VIII. and the sixth
Edward; and after alternately grading from the possession of private
families to that of brothers belonging to the establishment, it was at
last finally appropriated to the instruc... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
The _occasional_ or _exciting causes of headach_, then, are principally
these:--
1. _Emotions of mind_, as fear, terror, and agitation of spirits; yet
these will sometimes take off headach when present at the time.
2. Whatever either increases or disorders the general circulation, and
especially all causes that increa... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
EFFECTS OF KINDNESS ON THE SICK.
Under all circumstances, man is a poor and pitiable being, when stricken
down by disease. Sickened and subdued, his very lineaments have a voice
which calls for commiseration and assistance. Celsus says, that knowing
two physicians equally intelligent, he should prefer the one who wa... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
DIET.
Experience has taught us that the nature of our food is not a matter of
indifference to the respiratory organs. Diseased lungs are exasperated
by a certain diet, and pacified by one of an opposite kind. The
celebrated diver, Mr. Spalding, observed, that whenever he used a diet
of animal food, or drank spirituo... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
Ripening in the dog-star's ray,
Some, too early mown, doth lay;
Some in graceful shocks doth stand
Nodding farewell to the land
That did give it life and birth;
Some is borne, with shout and mirth,
Drooping o'er the groaning wain.
Through the deep embowered lane;
And the happy cotta... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
I have subjoined the _proper_ blazon of the arms, which is _azure_, a
cross patonce between _five_ martlets _or_, impaling France and England
quarterly, 1st. and 4th. azure three fleurs de lis. 2nd. _or_, 2nd and
3rd Gules, 3 lions passant guardant in pale, or.
The supporting of the arms with angels, &c. was a favouri... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
[2] Biographical Memoir of Mr. Canning, with a Portrait, MIRROR,
Vol. iv.
"Canning _was_ a genius, almost an universal one:--an orator, a wit, a
poet, and a statesman."
* * * * *
The king, with his usual quickness, was the first to perceive the
dangerous state of Mr. Canning.... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
On the following Sunday, August 5, bulletins were issued, stating that
Mr. Canning was in most imminent danger. The most painful interest was
excited in the public mind by subsequent announcements of his alarming
state, and on Wednesday morning, the following melancholy intelligence
reached town:--
_Chiswick, Wednesda... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
ISLANDS PRODUCED BY INSECTS.
The whole group of the _Thousand Islands_, and indeed the greater part
of all those whose surfaces are flat, in the neighbourhood of the
equator, owe their origin to the labours of that order of marine worms
which Linnaeus has arranged under the name of _Zoophyta_. These little
animals, ... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
To buy books, as some do who make no use of them, only because they were
published by an eminent printer, is much as if a man should buy clothes
that did not fit him, only because they were made by some famous
tailor.--_Pope_.
* * * * *
TO MY BROTHER, ON HIS LEAVING ENGLAND.
By The Auth... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
IV. Item, That none of the men be in bed, from our Lady-day to
Michaelmas, after 6 of the clock in the morning; nor out of his
bed after 10 of the clock at night; nor, from Michaemas till
our Lady-day, in bed after 7 in the morning, nor out after 9 at
night, without reasonable cause, on paine of 2d... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
XIX. Item, That the hall bee made cleane euery day, by eight in
the winter, and seauen in the sommer, on paine of him that
should do it to forfeit 1d.
XX. That the cowrt-gate bee shutt each meale, and not opened
during dinner and supper, without just cause, on paine the
porter to forfet for eue... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
_London Weekly Review_.
* * * * *
SPIRIT OF THE PUBLIC JOURNALS.
* * * * *
DRAFTS ON LA FITTE.
COOKE.
Only upon one occasion did Cooke deviate from his resolution of not
apologizing to a provincial assembly, and that was at Liverpool. A
previous breach of... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
On the first night of his performance at the Boston theatre, Richard was
the part he had adopted; and so strongly had he fortified himself for
the kingly task, that he deemed himself the very monarch he was destined
to enact. The theatre was crowded in every part: expectation was on
tiptoe: anticipation as to his pers... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
At the time that _greater_ performer, the elephant, made his appearance
on the boards, his own _board_ became a subject of no trifling
consideration with the managers, particularly as the African had taken a
predilection for _rum_, which the new actor used to quaff with
extraordinary zest. On one occasion Cooke was mi... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
It was when the meteor-like popularity of little Betty was at its height
that poor Suett fell ill, at what he termed his _town_ residence (a
second-floor in a low street), and the pigmy Roscius, having eaten too
much fruit, kept all London in intense agony for his fate at the same
moment. Bulletins were exhibited in S... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
At four o'clock in the morning we again set off, and, as much rain had
fell in the night, the roads were in a dreadful state. The coach company
now consisted of nine passengers inside, one on the top, (which, from
its convex form, is a very precarious situation,) and three on the box,
besides the coachman, who sat on ... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
Though tired and disgusted with my journey, the prospect of a short
respite from this state of purgatory was embittered during the last few
miles by alarm at the idea of passing the night with one, if not two, of
my fellow-travellers; and I internally resolved rather to sleep upon the
floor.
After a desperate struggle... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
At length we halted, as before, and the next moment I was led to a
projecting rock, where a scene burst upon me, far surpassing my most
sanguine expectations. The whole water of the river (except what escapes
by the subsidiary channel we had crossed, and by a similar one on the
north side) being previously confined to... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
Encamped in a low situation, on the borders of a lake formed to collect
the surrounding water, we found ourselves in a few hours in a liquid
plain. The tent-pins giving way, in a loose soil, the tents fell down,
and left the whole army exposed to the contending elements.
It requires a lively imagination to conceive th... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
_Arnott's Elements of Physics._
THE CAVALRY SCHOOL OF ST. GERMAINS.
Bonaparte frequently visited the school of infantry at St. Cyr, reviewed
the cadets, and gave them cold collations in the park. But he had never
visited the school of cavalry since its establishment, of which we were
very jealous, and did all in our... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
CENTRE OF GRAVITY, IN REFERENCE TO SEA-SICKNESS.
Man requiring so strictly to maintain his perpendicularity, that is, to
keep the centre of gravity always over the support of his body,
ascertains the required position in various ways, but chiefly by the
perpendicularity or known position of things about him. Vertigo... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
_Arnott's Elements of Physics._
* * * * *
FINE ARTS.
* * * * *
THE BRITISH INSTITUTION.
The following gratifying report of the directors has just been
made:--"The funds of the institution consist at the present time of
12,500l. 3 per cent, consols. It is ... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
NOISY FISH.
M. Cuvier lately read a short paper to the French academy on the species
of fish called _pogonias_, in which he particularly adverted to the
noise by which they make themselves heard, even under water. However
difficult the explanation of this phenomenon, there can be no doubt of
its existence; the evide... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
* * * * *
Two lovely ladies dwell at ----,
And each a-churching goes;
Emma goes there _to close her eyes_,
And Jane to _eye her clothes_.
* * * * *
The death of Stanislaus, king of Poland, was occasioned in a singular
manner. Being much ... | The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction. Volume 10, No. 268, August 11, 1827 | Various | ['en'] | 10 | {'Popular literature -- Great Britain -- Periodicals'} | PG10026 | |||
dedicated to the memory of R. F. Mudie, who won the book used as the
source for this e-text as Form II First Prize for the Summer Term in
1901 at the Seafield House Preparatory School, Broughty Ferry, Scotland
THE TRIPLE ALLIANCE
ITS TRIALS AND TRIUMPHS
By HAROLD AVERY
CONTENTS.
Chapter.
I. A NEW BOY,
II. T... | The Triple Alliance, Its Trials and Triumphs | Avery, Harold | 1867 | 1943 | ['en'] | 20 | {'Schools -- Juvenile fiction'} | PG10027 | |
This establishment, which bore the somewhat suggestive name of "The
Birches," was owned and presided over by Mr. Welsby, who, with an
unmarried daughter, Miss Eleanor, acting as housekeeper, and his
nephew, Mr. Blake, performing the duties of assistant-master, undertook
the preliminary education of about a dozen juve... | The Triple Alliance, Its Trials and Triumphs | Avery, Harold | 1867 | 1943 | ['en'] | 20 | {'Schools -- Juvenile fiction'} | PG10027 | |
Mr. Welsby had been a widower for many years; he was a grave, scholarly
man, who spent most of his spare time in his own library. Mr. Blake was
supposed to take charge out of school hours; he was, as every one said,
"a jolly fellow," and the fact that his popularity extended far and wide
among a large circle of frien... | The Triple Alliance, Its Trials and Triumphs | Avery, Harold | 1867 | 1943 | ['en'] | 20 | {'Schools -- Juvenile fiction'} | PG10027 | |
At the end of an hour and a half most of the company were temporarily
disabled, and even their chief had not escaped scot free.
"Now then for a regular spanker!" he cried, rushing at the slide.
A "spanker" it certainly was: six yards from the commencement his legs
flew from under him, he soared into the air like a bir... | The Triple Alliance, Its Trials and Triumphs | Avery, Harold | 1867 | 1943 | ['en'] | 20 | {'Schools -- Juvenile fiction'} | PG10027 | |
Several willing hands were stretched out to assist in arming Diggory for
the enterprise, and in a few moments he was assisted to the top of the
slide.
"All right," he said; "let go!"
The spectators held their breath, hardly daring to watch what would
happen. But fortune favours the brave. The adventurous juvenile ru... | The Triple Alliance, Its Trials and Triumphs | Avery, Harold | 1867 | 1943 | ['en'] | 20 | {'Schools -- Juvenile fiction'} | PG10027 |
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