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3 | THE POLICEMAN'S GUEST. | "Home, sweet home, Be it ever so humble there is no place like home."
Home is emphatically the poor man's paradise. The rich, with their many resources, too often live away from the hearth-stone, in heart, if not in person; but to the virtuous poor, domestic ties are the only legitimate and positive source of happi... | {
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4 | THE MIDNIGHT CONSULTATION | Oh, it is hard for rich men in their pride, To know how dear a thing it is to give; When, for sweet charity, the poor divide The little pittance upon which they live, And from their scanty comforts take a share, To save a wretched brother from despair.
Chester was sitting by the fire, and a serious expr... | {
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5 | THE MAYOR AND THE ALDERMAN. | A smooth and subtle man was he-- Of crafty heart and Christian mien; His wisdom--cheating sophistry, Flung o'er his sins a mocking sheen.
Chester had business with the Chief of Police, and about nine o'clock the next morning, after his adventure with the orphan, he passed into the Park, through the south entran... | {
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6 | THE DRAM SHOP PLOT | The stars hang burning in the skies, The earth gives back their diamond light, Where like a radiant bride it lies Reposing in that glorious night.
Again the night was intensely cold. There had been a storm of sleet and rain during two whole days, and now came on a keen frost, sheeting the pavements, the tre... | {
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7 | THE BIRTH-DAY FESTIVAL. | Her soul was full of tender thought, Ardent and strong but gentle, too, Like gems, in purest gold o'er wrought, Or flowers that banquet on the dew. Love seemed more holy in her heart, Than human passions ever are; She took from Heaven its purest part, And found on earth its sweetest care.
It was C... | {
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8 | CHESTER'S TRIAL. | In his dusty web the spider lay-- All bloated and black was he, And he watched his victim pass that way, With a quiver of horrid glee!
A few mornings before the little birth-day party described in our last chapter, two men were seen to enter the Mayor's office, accompanied by the Alderman, whom we have seen... | {
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9 | POVERTY, SICKNESS AND DEATH. | How little would there be of grief or want If love and honesty held away on earth! The demon poverty, so grim and gaunt, But for injustice never need have birth! Give room and wages for the poor man's toil, And thus the fiend ye weaken and despoil.
During six long weeks did the Mayor of New York keep Ches... | {
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10 | WAKING AND WATCHING. | Burning with thirst and wild with fever, She tossed and moaned on her couch of pain; With an aching heart he must go and leave her; Never shall they two meet again! Never? Oh, yes, where the stars are burning O'er his path to Heaven with a golden glow, His soul turns back with its human yearning To ... | {
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11 | CHESTER'S HOME IN THE MORNING | It is dancing--dancing--dancing, Oh, the little purplish sprite! Now moving, shining, glancing Through the mazes of the light.
The grey morning dawned gloomily on Chester's desolated home. Isabel awoke and looked around with dull and heavy eyes. The beauty of her young face was clouded by a night of sharp anx... | {
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12 | THE MAYOR AND HIS SON. | Nature hath many voices, and the soul Speaks, with a power, when first it feels the thrill Of buried Love. Then breaking all control, She claims her own, against man's haughty will.
The Mayor was alone in his office--alone with his conscience. Cold as he had seemed, the face of that murdered man haunted him... | {
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13 | JANE CHESTER AND THE STRANGER. | Disease, thou art a fearful thing When, half disarmed by household care, Thou sweepest with thy poison wing, O'er the loved forms to which we cling, And bending to the sweet and fair, Leav'st thy corroding mildew there!
But if thou treadst the plundered track, Where poverty has swept before, Lea... | {
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14 | BELLEVUE AND A NEW INMATE. | A gloomy home for one like this; So pure, so gentle and so fair,-- Must her sweet life, in weariness, Go out for lack of human care?
The carriage which bore Mrs. Chester paused before the gates at Bellevue. The gloomy and prison-like buildings loomed in heavy and sombre masses before the stranger, as he lea... | {
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15 | THE FEVER WARD AND ITS PATIENTS. | Rest--give me rest--my forehead burns, Hot fires are kindled in my brain! Oh, give me rest, till he returns, Rest--rest from all this racking pain.
Poor Mrs. Chester, half dying and quite insensible, was borne into the fever ward of that close and crowded Hospital. Number ten was a large airy room, capable of... | {
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16 | JANE CHESTER AND HER LITTLE NURSES. | As the starbeams come earthward, and smile on the night, Awaking the blossoms that drooped in the day, And kindling their hearts with a dewy delight, They came to the couch where the sufferer lay.
All at once, in the very height and fury of her delirium, Mrs. Chester fell back upon the pillow smiling; the h... | {
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17 | THE STUDENT PHYSICIAN AND THE CHILD. | Softly she came like a spirit of light, And her goodness shone out like the glow in a gem; As she waited and watched through the wearisome night, The fall of her footstep was music to them.
Another day went by. New patients were crowded into the hospital, and some were carried out with their feet toward the... | {
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18 | THE MIDNIGHT REVEL--MARY AND HER MOTHER. | Time stole into eternity, And they stood wondering by, Breathless, and oh, how silently To watch the lov'd one die.
Between that portion of Bellevue occupied as an hospital and the main building lay several enclosures sparsely cultivated with flowers, but altogether possessing a barren and dismal aspect. Sc... | {
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19 | A SPRING MORNING--AND A PAUPER BURIAL. | Not here--not here with our lovely dead-- Oh, give one spot of sacred earth! Where the grass may wave, above her head, And the sweet, wild flowers have holy birth.
Oh, grant our prayer--our solemn prayer-- A lonely grave--and fresh, green sod-- There is earth around us everywhere; And the mother ear... | {
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20 | THE FATHER'S PROPHECY--THE DAUGHTER'S FAITH. | Oh, faith, how beautiful thou art! Like some pure, snowy-breasted dove, Nested within that gentle heart, Ye filled its softest pulse with love.
Just where the banks of the East River are the most broken and picturesque on the New York shore, and the sunny slopes of Long Island are most verdant in their Arcadian... | {
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21 | THE TWO OLD MEN | The past, sometimes, comes dimly back, Stealing like shadows on the brain; We see the ruins on its track, And feel the dead flowers bloom again.
Since the day of Chester's death, a great change had fallen upon the Mayor. He went to his office as usual, and performed its duties with habitual exactitude, but ... | {
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22 | THE WALK AND THE WILL. | Now do I drop my heavy load of woe, As some wet mantle saturate with rain, And rise as a soft spirit that doth glow In rays of light beyond the realm of pain.
W. W. FORDICK.
The Mayor walked home very slowly, for remorse, while softening into penitence, had sapped the foundations of his life; and he had g... | {
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23 | THE FESTIVAL OF ROSES. | A ring--a ring of roses, Laps full of posies; Awake--awake! Now come and make A ring--a ring of roses.
The month of June had littered its path with roses, and now came July, with its crimson berries, its ruddier blossoms, and its profuse foliage. On the Fourth of this luxurious month some gleams and glimpses of... | {
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24 | WILD WOODS AND MOUNTAIN PASSES. | Oh, give me a home on the mountains high, Where the wind sweeps wild and free, Where the pine-tops wave 'gainst a crimson sky,-- Oh, a mountain home for me!
A travelling carriage, drawn by four grey horses, toiled up an ascent of the mountains some twenty miles back of Catskill. It was a warm day in Septemb... | {
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25 | A PLEASANT CONVERSATION. | Like the patter of rain in a damp heavy day, Or the voice of a brook when its waters are low, That murmurs and murmurs and murmurs away-- Was the sound of her words in their meaningless flow.
After a while, finding that Mrs. Farnham was still talking at the children, and dealing him a sharp sentence or two ... | {
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26 | A VALLEY IN THE MOUNTAINS. | High up among the emerald breasted hills, There lay a village, cradled in their green. Surrounded by such loveliness as thrills The poetry within us--and the sheen Of a broad river kissed the mountain's foot Where stately hemlocks found primeval root.
Judge Sharp's carriage stopped in front of a noble... | {
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27 | NEW PEOPLE AND NEW HOMES | There was energy and strength in her, A heart to will, with a hand to do; Like the fruit that lies in a chestnut bur That honest soul was fresh and true.
Meantime Mary Fuller and Isabel had remained in the carriage, locked in each others arms, murmuring out their fondness and their grief, with promises of f... | {
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28 | THE OLD HOMESTEAD. | 'Twas a picturesque old homestead, With a low moss-covered roof; And trumpet vines flung over it Their green and crimson woof.
The house at which Judge Sharp stopped was long, low, and terribly weather-beaten. Once a coating of red paint had ornamented it, but time had beaten this off in some places, and wa... | {
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29 | AUNT HANNAH AND UNCLE NATHAN. | The apple trees were all growing old, And old was the house that sheltered him; But that brave, warm heart, was a heart of gold! Though his head was grey, and his eyes were dim.
Aunt Hannah arose, and walked with a precise and firm step from the room. Enoch Sharp led the way into a low back porch that overlooke... | {
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30 | MORNING AT THE OLD HOMESTEAD. | Awake, poor orphan girl, awake! The wild birds flutter free, And all the trumpet blossoms quake, Amid the tuneful glee.
Mary Fuller was aroused from her sleep the next morning by the most heavenly sound that had ever met her ear. It was a wild gush of song, from the birds that had a habit of sleeping in the old... | {
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31 | HOMESICK LONGINGS. | Oh, give me one clasp of her friendly hand, One tender glance from those gentle eyes; For my heart is alone in this mountain land, And every joy of my childhood dies.
Poor Isabel. She had found her new home dreary enough, notwithstanding its large airy rooms and elegant furniture, far too elegant for countr... | {
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32 | THE EVENING VISIT. | They have met, they have met--with a warm embrace, Those panting hearts beat free again; And joy beams out in each glowing face,-- Together, they fear not grief or pain!
A week elapsed, and Mary Fuller had heard nothing of her little friend, nor ventured to hint at the keen desire to see her, which grew str... | {
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33 | AUTUMN IN THE MOUNTAINS. | The children gazed with a grateful thrill, 'Twas a glorious sight I know-- Those cornfields sweeping o'er the hill-- Those meadow-slopes below! -- Tall mountain ridges rich with light, Broke up the crimson skies, Their refted blossoms burning bright, With autumn's fervid dies.
It was fortunate f... | {
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34 | SUNSET IN AN ITALIAN CATHEDRAL. | A dim, religious light came softly stealing Along the solemn stillness of those aisles-- The sculptured arch and groined roof revealing-- As the bright present on tradition smiles.
But Isabel Chester. I wish you could have seen her as she stood upon the deck of the Atlantic steamer, which was to convey the ... | {
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35 | SISTER ANNA | Ah, we never could resist her, Since the day that she was born; For we loved that winsome sister As we loved the opening morn.
Four years! --yes, I think it was a little over four years, after the scene in our last chapter, when we bring our readers to the Old Homestead again.
It was the evening of a disa... | {
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36 | THE TWO INFANTS. | And then I thought of one, who in her pale, meek beauty, died, The fair young blossom that grew up and faded by my side; In the cold, moist earth, we laid her, where the forest cast its leaf, And we sighed that one so beautiful should have a lot so brief.
BAYANT After awhile the old man resumed.
"The nex... | {
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37 | DARK STORMS AND DARK MEMORIES. | Hush! be silent--let the storm sweep by! Its howlings fill me with unuttered dread! This shuddering soul hugs its dark mystery, Oh, trouble not the ashes of the dead!
While uncle Nathan and Mary were conversing on the porch, the two women within doors remained comparatively silent, till the storm rose almost to a... | {
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38 | APPLE GATHERINGS. | There's comfort in the farmer's house, In the old age of the year, When the fruit is ripe and squirrels roam Through the forests brown and sere.
It was fortunate for uncle Nathan, that his little harvest was stored in the barn before the storm we have described swept the valley, for a good many crops of cor... | {
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39 | THE FARNHAMS' RETURN FROM ABROAD. | There is fruit from the orchard and corn from the field, For old mother earth gives a bountiful yield; There is light in the kitchen and fire on the hearth, The Homestead is ready for feasting and mirth.
It was the day before uncle Nathan's husking-frolic. All the corn was housed and stacked upon the barn floor... | {
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40 | THE HUSKING FROLIC. | There were busy hands in the rustling sheaves, And the crash of corn in its golden fall, With a cheerful stir of the dry husk-leaves, And a spirit of gladness over all.
The barn was a vast rustic bower that night. One end was heaped with corn ready for husking; the floor was neatly swept; and overhead the r... | {
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41 | THE HOUSEHOLD SACRIFICE. | Like a human thing she looked on me, As I stood trembling there. For many a day those dreamy eyes Went with me everywhere.
"Well," said Salina, seating herself on Mary Fuller's bed, "if you insist on it, I'll do my best, but I can't make up nothing, never could, and what I've got on my mind is the genuine tru... | {
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42 | THE STRANGE MINSTREL. | Time weaves the web of fate around us, In iron wool and threads of gold, The present, and the past that bound us, Still some new mystery unfold.
There was, at the time of our story, a public house, or tavern, about five minutes walk up the street from uncle Nathan's house. To this tavern the young men betoo... | {
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43 | A DANCE AFTER HUSKING | Merrily--merrily went the night The laugh rang out And a gleeful shout, Shook the autumn leaves in that starry light.
In their haste the young people had left the strange youth seated in the chair, in a dark end of the porch.
"Come," said uncle Nat, in his kindly fashion, "you and I will follow them."
"... | {
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44 | THE MOTHER, THE SON, AND THE ORPHAN | Age is august, and goodness is sublime, When years have given them a solemn power. But souls that grow not with advancing time, Like withered fruit, but mock life's opening flower.
"Mother!"
"My son, don't speak so loud; you quite make me start; and with these delicate nerves you know a shock is quite dread... | {
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45 | OLD MEMORIES AND YOUNG HEARTS. | Away, away, on the wide, wide world-- With aching heart and fevered brain, Like a broken waif she is sharply hurled, To her dreary orphan life again.
When uncle Nathan led his nephew into the house, and told aunt Hannah who he was, she grew pallid as a corpse, and when the young man took her hand, she began... | {
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46 | THE MOTHER'S FRAUD. | That solemn oath is on my soul, Its weight is creeping through my life-- It binds me with a firm control, I cannot--cannot be thy wife!
Frederick Farnham would not leave the country. With the resolution of a strong will he persisted in treating Isabel's vow as nothing, and would not be convinced that she mi... | {
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47 | SALINA BOWLES' MISSION. | With an honest purpose, whatever betide, She stands like a pillar of native stone, Firm and rough, with a cap of pride-- Till her trust is given, her mission done.
With characteristic reverence for ancient usages, Salina Bowles set herself resolutely against all cooking-stoves, modern ranges and inventions ... | {
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48 | THE DOUBLE CONFESSION. | Ask her not why her heart has lost its lightness, And hoards its dreamy thoughts, serenely still, Like some pure lotus flower, that folds its whiteness Upon the bosom of its native rill!
"Mary Fuller, what ails you? All this time your eyes are heavy, and you look every other minute as if just going to cry. ... | {
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49 | THE DOUBLE BIRTH-DAY. | Brother awake--my soul is strong with pain-- And humbled with a night of solemn prayer, Never--oh, never, can I rest again, Till restitution lifts me from despair!
When aunt Hannah entered uncle Nathan's room he was sound asleep, with a smile upon his half-open mouth, and two large arms folded lovingly over... | {
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50 | EXPLANATIONS AND EXPEDIENTS. | It was a scene of solemn power and force, That woman, standing there, with marble face, As cold and still as any sheeted corse, The martyr herald of her own disgrace.
Meantime another strange scene was going on at the Farnham mansion. On that day young Farnham was of age. His mother was to give up her trust... | {
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1 | None | But, sitting with my pen in my hand looking at those words again, without descrying any hint in them of the words that should follow, it comes into my mind that they have an abrupt appearance. They may serve, however, if I let them remain, to suggest how very difficult I find it to begin to explain my explanation. An u... | {
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2 | None | But, looking at those words, and comparing them with my former opening, I find they are the self-same words repeated. This is the more surprising to me, because I employ them in quite a new connection. For indeed I declare that my intention was to discard the commencement I first had in my thoughts, and to give the pre... | {
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3 | CHAPTER | degrees. The natural manner, after all, for God knows that is how it came upon me.
My parents were in a miserable condition of life, and my infant home was a cellar in Preston. I recollect the sound of father’s Lancashire clogs on the street pavement above, as being different in my young hearing from the sound of all... | {
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4 | None | WHEN I was lifted out of the cellar by two men, of whom one came peeping down alone first, and ran away and brought the other, I could hardly bear the light of the street. I was sitting in the road-way, blinking at it, and at a ring of people collected around me, but not close to me, when, true to my character of world... | {
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5 | None | WHAT do I know of Hoghton Towers? Very little; for I have been gratefully unwilling to disturb my first impressions. A house, centuries old, on high ground a mile or so removed from the road between Preston and Blackburn, where the first James of England, in his hurry to make money by making baronets, perhaps made some... | {
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6 | None | BROTHER HAWKYARD (as he insisted on my calling him) put me to school, and told me to work my way. ‘You are all right, George,’ he said. ‘I have been the best servant the Lord has had in his service for this five-and-thirty year (O, I have!) ; and he knows the value of such a servant as I have been to him (O, yes, he do... | {
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7 | None | MY timidity and my obscurity occasioned me to live a secluded life at college, and to be little known. No relative ever came to visit me, for I had no relative. No intimate friends broke in upon my studies, for I made no intimate friends. I supported myself on my scholarship, and read much. My college time was otherwis... | {
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8 | None | EVERYTHING in mental acquisition that her brother might have been, if he would, and everything in all gracious charms and admirable qualities that no one but herself could be,—this was Adelina.
I will not expatiate upon her beauty; I will not expatiate upon her intelligence, her quickness of perception, her powers of... | {
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9 | None | SAID I, one night, when I had conquered myself, ‘Mr. Granville,’—Mr. Granville Wharton his name was,—‘I doubt if you have ever yet so much as seen Miss Fareway.’
‘Well, sir,’ returned he, laughing, ‘you see her so much yourself, that you hardly leave another fellow a chance of seeing her.’
‘I am her tutor, you know... | {
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1 | HOW WELLINGBOROUGH REDBURN'S TASTE FOR THE SEA WAS BORN AND BRED IN
HIM | "Wellingborough, as you are going to sea, suppose you take this shooting-jacket of mine along; it's just the thing--take it, it will save the expense of another. You see, it's quite warm; fine long skirts, stout horn buttons, and plenty of pockets."
Out of the goodness and simplicity of his heart, thus spoke my elder... | {
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2 | REDBURN'S DEPARTURE FROM HOME | It was with a heavy heart and full eyes, that my poor mother parted with me; perhaps she thought me an erring and a willful boy, and perhaps I was; but if I was, it had been a hardhearted world, and hard times that had made me so. I had learned to think much and bitterly before my time; all my young mounting dreams of ... | {
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3 | HE ARRIVES IN TOWN | From the boat's bow, I jumped ashore, before she was secured, and following my brother's directions, proceeded across the town toward St. John's Park, to the house of a college friend of his, for whom I had a letter.
It was a long walk; and I stepped in at a sort of grocery to get a drink of water, where some six or ... | {
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4 | HOW HE DISPOSED OF HIS FOWLING-PIECE | Next day I went alone to the shipping office to sign the articles, and there I met a great crowd of sailors, who as soon as they found what I was after, began to tip the wink all round, and I overheard a fellow in a great flapping sou'wester cap say to another old tar in a shaggy monkey-jacket, "Twig his coat, d'ye see... | {
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5 | HE PURCHASES HIS SEA-WARDROBE, AND ON A DISMAL RAINY DAY PICKS UP HIS
BOARD AND LODGING ALONG THE WHARVES | The first thing I now did was to buy a little stationery, and keep my promise to my mother, by writing her; and I also wrote to my brother informing him of the voyage I purposed making, and indulging in some romantic and misanthropic views of life, such as many boys in my circumstances, are accustomed to do.
The rest... | {
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6 | HE IS INITIATED IN THE BUSINESS OF CLEANING OUT THE PIG-PEN, AND
SLUSHING DOWN THE TOP-MAST | By the time I got back to the ship, every thing was in an uproar. The pea-jacket man was there, ordering about a good many men in the rigging, and people were bringing off chickens, and pigs, and beef, and vegetables from the shore. Soon after, another man, in a striped calico shirt, a short blue jacket and beaver hat,... | {
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7 | HE GETS TO SEA AND FEELS VERY BAD | Every thing at last being in readiness, the pilot came on board, and all hands were called to up anchor. While I worked at my bar, I could not help observing how haggard the men looked, and how much they suffered from this violent exercise, after the terrific dissipation in which they had been indulging ashore. But I s... | {
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8 | HE IS PUT INTO THE LARBOARD WATCH; GETS SEA-SICK; AND RELATES SOME
OTHER OF HIS EXPERIENCES | It was now getting dark, when all at once the sailors were ordered on the quarter-deck, and of course I went along with them.
What is to come now, thought I; but I soon found out. It seemed we were going to be divided into watches. The chief mate began by selecting a stout good-looking sailor for his watch; and then ... | {
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9 | THE SAILORS BECOMING A LITTLE SOCIAL, REDBURN CONVERSES WITH THEM | The latter part of this first long watch that we stood was very pleasant, so far as the weather was concerned. From being rather cloudy, it became a soft moonlight; and the stars peeped out, plain enough to count one by one; and there was a fine steady breeze; and it was not very cold; and we were going through the wat... | {
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10 | HE IS VERY MUCH FRIGHTENED; THE SAILORS ABUSE HIM; AND HE BECOMES
MISERABLE AND FORLORN | While the scene last described was going on, we were all startled by a horrid groaning noise down in the forecastle; and all at once some one came rushing up the scuttle in his shirt, clutching something in his hand, and trembling and shrieking in the most frightful manner, so that I thought one of the sailors must be ... | {
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11 | HE HELPS WASH THE DECKS, AND THEN GOES TO BREAKFAST | The next thing I knew, was the loud thumping of a handspike on deck as the watch was called again. It was now four o'clock in the morning, and when we got on deck the first signs of day were shining in the east. The men were very sleepy, and sat down on the windlass without speaking, and some of them nodded and nodded,... | {
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12 | HE GIVES SOME ACCOUNT OF ONE OF HIS SHIPMATES CALLED JACKSON | While we sat eating our beef and biscuit, two of the men got into a dispute, about who had been sea-faring the longest; when Jackson, who had mixed the burgoo, called upon them in a loud voice to cease their clamor, for he would decide the matter for them. Of this sailor, I shall have something more to say, as I get on... | {
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13 | HE HAS A FINE DAY AT SEA, BEGINS TO LIKE IT; BUT CHANGES HIS MIND | The second day out of port, the decks being washed down and breakfast over, the watch was called, and the mate set us to work.
It was a very bright day. The sky and water were both of the same deep hue; and the air felt warm and sunny; so that we threw off our jackets. I could hardly believe that I was sailing in the... | {
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14 | HE CONTEMPLATES MAKING A SOCIAL CALL ON THE CAPTAIN IN HIS CABIN | What reminded me most forcibly of my ignominious condition, was the widely altered manner of the captain toward me.
I had thought him a fine, funny gentleman, full of mirth and good humor, and good will to seamen, and one who could not fail to appreciate the difference between me and the rude sailors among whom I was... | {
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15 | THE MELANCHOLY STATE OF HIS WARDROBE | And now that I have been speaking of the captain's old clothes, I may as well speak of mine.
It was very early in the month of June that we sailed; and I had greatly rejoiced that it was that time of the year; for it would be warm and pleasant upon the ocean, I thought; and my voyage would be like a summer excursion ... | {
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16 | AT DEAD OF NIGHT HE IS SENT UP TO LOOSE THE MAIN-SKYSAIL | I must now run back a little, and tell of my first going aloft at middle watch, when the sea was quite calm, and the breeze was mild.
The order was given to loose the main-skysail, which is the fifth and highest sail from deck. It was a very small sail, and from the forecastle looked no bigger than a cambric pocket-h... | {
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17 | THE COOK AND STEWARD | It was on a Sunday we made the Banks of Newfoundland; a drizzling, foggy, clammy Sunday. You could hardly see the water, owing to the mist and vapor upon it; and every thing was so flat and calm, I almost thought we must have somehow got back to New York, and were lying at the foot of Wall-street again in a rainy twili... | {
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18 | HE ENDEAVORS TO IMPROVE HIS MIND; AND TELLS OF ONE BLUNT AND HIS
DREAM BOOK | On the Sunday afternoon I spoke of, it was my watch below, and I thought I would spend it profitably, in improving my mind.
My bunk was an upper one; and right over the head of it was a bull's-eye, or circular piece of thick ground glass, inserted into the deck to give light. It was a dull, dubious light, though; and... | {
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19 | A NARROW ESCAPE | This Dream Book of Blunt's reminds me of a narrow escape we had, early one morning.
It was the larboard watch's turn to remain below from midnight till four o'clock; and having turned in and slept, Blunt suddenly turned out again about three o'clock, with a wonderful dream in his head; which he was desirous of at onc... | {
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20 | IN A FOG HE IS SET TO WORK AS A BELL-TOLLER, AND BEHOLDS A HERD OF
OCEAN-ELEPHANTS | What is this that we sail through? What palpable obscure? What smoke and reek, as if the whole steaming world were revolving on its axis, as a spit?
It is a Newfoundland Fog; and we are yet crossing the Grand Banks, wrapt in a mist, that no London in the Novemberest November ever equaled. The chronometer pronounced i... | {
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21 | A WHALEMAN AND A MAN-OF-WAR'S-MAN | The sight of the whales mentioned in the preceding chapter was the bringing out of Larry, one of our crew, who hitherto had been quite silent and reserved, as if from some conscious inferiority, though he had shipped as an ordinary seaman, and, for aught I could see, performed his duty very well.
When the men fell in... | {
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22 | THE HIGHLANDER PASSES A WRECK | We were still on the Banks, when a terrific storm came down upon us, the like of which I had never before beheld, or imagined. The rain poured down in sheets and cascades; the scupper holes could hardly carry it off the decks; and in bracing the yards we waded about almost up to our knees; every thing floating about, l... | {
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23 | AN UNACCOUNTABLE CABIN-PASSENGER, AND A MYSTERIOUS YOUNG LADY | As yet, I have said nothing special about the passengers we carried out. But before making what little mention I shall of them, you must know that the Highlander was not a Liverpool liner, or packet-ship, plying in connection with a sisterhood of packets, at stated intervals, between the two ports. No: she was only wha... | {
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24 | HE BEGINS TO HOP ABOUT IN THE RIGGING LIKE A SAINT JAGO's MONKEY | But we have not got to Liverpool yet; though, as there is little more to be said concerning the passage out, the Highlander may as well make sail and get there as soon as possible. The brief interval will perhaps be profitably employed in relating what progress I made in learning the duties of a sailor.
After my hero... | {
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25 | QUARTER-DECK FURNITURE | Though, for reasons hinted at above, they would not let me steer, I contented myself with learning the compass, a graphic facsimile of which I drew on a blank leaf of the "Wealth of Nations," and studied it every morning, like the multiplication table.
I liked to peep in at the binnacle, and watch the needle; and I w... | {
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26 | A SAILOR A JACK OF ALL TRADES | As I began to learn my sailor duties, and show activity in running aloft, the men, I observed, treated me with a little more consideration, though not at all relaxing in a certain air of professional superiority. For the mere knowing of the names of the ropes, and familiarizing yourself with their places, so that you c... | {
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27 | HE GETS A PEEP AT IRELAND, AND AT LAST ARRIVES AT LIVERPOOL | The Highlander was not a grayhound, not a very fast sailer; and so, the passage, which some of the packet ships make in fifteen or sixteen days, employed us about thirty.
At last, one morning I came on deck, and they told me that Ireland was in sight.
Ireland in sight! A foreign country actually visible! I peered h... | {
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28 | HE GOES TO SUPPER AT THE SIGN OF THE BALTIMORE CLIPPER | In the afternoon our pilot was all alive with his orders; we hove up the anchor, and after a deal of pulling, and hauling, and jamming against other ships, we wedged our way through a lock at high tide; and about dark, succeeded in working up to a berth in Prince's Dock. The hawsers and tow-lines being then coiled away... | {
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29 | REDBURN DEFERENTIALLY DISCOURSES CONCERNING THE PROSPECTS OF
SAILORS | The ship remained in Prince's Dock over six weeks; but as I do not mean to present a diary of my stay there, I shall here simply record the general tenor of the life led by our crew during that interval; and will then proceed to note down, at random, my own wanderings about town, and impressions of things as they are r... | {
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30 | REDBURN GROWS INTOLERABLY FLAT AND STUPID OVER SOME OUTLANDISH OLD
GUIDE-BOOKS | Among the odd volumes in my father's library, was a collection of old European and English guide-books, which he had bought on his travels, a great many years ago. In my childhood, I went through many courses of studying them, and never tired of gazing at the numerous quaint embellishments and plates, and staring at th... | {
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31 | WITH HIS PROSY OLD GUIDE-BOOK, HE TAKES A PROSY STROLL THROUGH THE
TOWN | When I left home, I took the green morocco guide-book along, supposing that from the great number of ships going to Liverpool, I would most probably ship on board of one of them, as the event itself proved.
Great was my boyish delight at the prospect of visiting a place, the infallible clew to all whose intricacies I... | {
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32 | THE DOCKS | For more than six weeks, the ship Highlander lay in Prince's Dock; and during that time, besides making observations upon things immediately around me, I made sundry excursions to the neighboring docks, for I never tired of admiring them.
Previous to this, having only seen the miserable wooden wharves, and slip-shod,... | {
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33 | THE SALT-DROGHERS, AND GERMAN EMIGRANT SHIPS | Surrounded by its broad belt of masonry, each Liverpool dock is a walled town, full of life and commotion; or rather, it is a small archipelago, an epitome of the world, where all the nations of Christendom, and even those of Heathendom, are represented. For, in itself, each ship is an island, a floating colony of the ... | {
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34 | THE IRRAWADDY | Among the various ships lying in Prince's Dock, none interested me more than the Irrawaddy, of Bombay, a "country ship," which is the name bestowed by Europeans upon the large native vessels of India. Forty years ago, these merchantmen were nearly the largest in the world; and they still exceed the generality. They are... | {
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35 | GALLIOTS, COAST-OF-GUINEA-MAN, AND FLOATING CHAPEL | Another very curious craft often seen in the Liverpool docks, is the Dutch galliot, an old-fashioned looking gentleman, with hollow waist, high prow and stern, and which, seen lying among crowds of tight Yankee traders, and pert French brigantines, always reminded me of a cocked hat among modish beavers.
The construc... | {
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36 | THE OLD CHURCH OF ST. NICHOLAS, AND THE DEAD-HOUSE | The floating chapel recalls to mind the "Old Church," well known to the seamen of many generations, who have visited Liverpool. It stands very near the docks, a venerable mass of brown stone, and by the town's people is called the Church of St. Nicholas. I believe it is the best preserved piece of antiquity in all Live... | {
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37 | WHAT REDBURN SAW IN LAUNCELOTT'S-HEY | The dead-house reminds me of other sad things; for in the vicinity of the docks are many very painful sights.
In going to our boarding-house, the sign of the Baltimore Clipper, I generally passed through a narrow street called "Launcelott's-Hey," lined with dingy, prison-like cotton warehouses. In this street, or rat... | {
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38 | THE DOCK-WALL BEGGARS | I might relate other things which befell me during the six weeks and more that I remained in Liverpool, often visiting the cellars, sinks, and hovels of the wretched lanes and courts near the river. But to tell of them, would only be to tell over again the story just told; so I return to the docks.
The old women desc... | {
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39 | THE BOOBLE-ALLEYS OF THE TOWN | The same sights that are to be met with along the dock walls at noon, in a less degree, though diversified with other scenes, are continually encountered in the narrow streets where the sailor boarding-houses are kept.
In the evening, especially when the sailors are gathered in great numbers, these streets present a ... | {
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40 | PLACARDS, BRASS-JEWELERS, TRUCK-HORSES, AND STEAMERS | As I wish to group together what fell under my observation concerning the Liverpool docks, and the scenes roundabout, I will try to throw into this chapter various minor things that I recall.
The advertisements of pauperism chalked upon the flagging round the dock walls, are singularly accompanied by a multitude of q... | {
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41 | REDBURN ROVES ABOUT HITHER AND THITHER | I do not know that any other traveler would think it worth while to mention such a thing; but the fact is, that during the summer months in Liverpool, the days are exceedingly lengthy; and the first evening I found myself walking in the twilight after nine o'clock, I tried to recall my astronomical knowledge, in order ... | {
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42 | HIS ADVENTURE WITH THE CROSS OLD GENTLEMAN | My adventure in the News-Room in the Exchange, which I have related in a previous chapter, reminds me of another, at the Lyceum, some days after, which may as well be put down here, before I forget it.
I was strolling down Bold-street, I think it was, when I was struck by the sight of a brown stone building, very lar... | {
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43 | HE TAKES A DELIGHTFUL RAMBLE INTO THE COUNTRY; AND MAKES THE
ACQUAINTANCE OF THREE ADORABLE CHARMERS | Who that dwells in America has not heard of the bright fields and green hedges of England, and longed to behold them? Even so had it been with me; and now that I was actually in England, I resolved not to go away without having a good, long look at the open fields.
On a Sunday morning I started, with a lunch in my po... | {
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