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18 | THE NORTHERN INVASION. | The news of Harold's marriage to Ealdgyth put an end to the demands of William of Normandy that Harold should take one of his daughters to wife, and in the complaints that he addressed to all Christendom against Harold the breach of his promise in this respect was placed far more prominently than his failure to carry o... | {
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19 | STAMFORD BRIDGE. | Owing to the difficulty of getting the levies formed up and set in motion, the Norsemen had arrived on the ground and had taken up a defensive position before the English reached it. Had the force contained a strong body of housecarls, Wulf, who had talked the matter over with the earls, would have advised that they sh... | {
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20 | THE LANDING OF THE FOE. | While Harold with his army had been anxiously and impatiently watching the sea on the southern coast of England, the mixed host of the Duke of Normandy had been no less anxiously awaiting a favourable breeze at the port where the whole of the expedition was gathered. William had, however, one great advantage. While Har... | {
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21 | HASTINGS. | The fiction of the Norman historians, that while the Normans passed the night preceding the battle in prayer, the English spent it in feasting, is even more palpably absurd than the many other falsehoods invented for the purpose of damaging the character of Harold. The English army had marched nearly seventy miles in t... | {
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22 | THE LORD OF BRAMBER. | Edith stood by while the Norman soldiers piled the stones over the grave. No tear had fallen from her eyes from the time that she had reached the field of battle. Her face was as pale as marble, and looked almost as rigid. When the last stone was placed on the top of the cairn she turned to Wulf and Beorn: "Farewell, ... | {
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1 | THE SEED | Il faut se garder des premiers mouvements, parce qu'ils sont presque toujours honnétes.
“Dearest Anna,--I see from the newspaper before me of March 13, that I am reported dead. Before attempting to investigate the origin of this mistake, I hasten to write to you, knowing, dearest, what a shock this must have been to ... | {
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2 | SUBURBAN | _L'amour fait tout excuser, mais il faut être bien sûr qu'il y a de i amour. _ Miss Anna Hethbridge loved Seymour Michael with as great a love as her nature could compass.
When the news of his death reached her, at the profusely laden breakfast-table at Jaggery House, Clapham Common, her first feeling was one of sc... | {
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3 | MERCURY | _The evil is sown, but the destruction thereof is not yet come. _ James Edward Makerstone Agar was not at the age of five the material from which the heroes of children's stories are evolved. He was not a good boy, nor a clean, nor particularly interesting. He was, however, honest--and that is _déjà quelque chose_. H... | {
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4 | FREIGHTED | I shall remember while the light lives yet, And in the darkness I shall not forget.
Seymour Michael was no coward where hard words and no hard knocks were to be exchanged. His faith in his own keenness of intellect and unscrupulousness of tongue was unbounded.
He smiled when he read Anna Agar's letter over a dainty... | {
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5 | AFTER NINETEEN YEARS | A sharp judgment shall be to them that be in high places.
“Yes, dear. I have great news for you to take back to your mother. Jem has got his commission--in a Goorkha regiment!”
The lady who spoke leant back in her chair, half turning her head, but not looking entirely round in the direction of the only other occupa... | {
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6 | FOR HIS COUNTRY | Shall I forget on this side of the grave? I promise nothing; you must wait and see.
From the train arriving at East Burgen station at eight o'clock that same evening there alighted a youth who seemed suddenly to have taken manhood upon his shoulders. He stood on the platform and pointed out to a porter, who called hi... | {
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7 | ON THE ROOF OF THE WORLD | The more a man has in himself, the less he will want from other people.
“Here--hi!”
As no one replied to this summons either, by voice or approach, the young man subsided into occupied silence.
He was a very large young man, with a fair moustache which looked almost flaxen against the deep tan of his face. This l... | {
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8 | RELIEVED | Well waited is well done.
“Here--hi!”
This time some one heard him, and that small, silent man, Ben Abdi, stood in the doorway of the tent at attention.
“Are you keeping a good look-out down the valley?” asked Major Agar.
“Ee yess, sar.”
“No signs of any one?”
“No, sar.”
Agar shut up the diary, which book... | {
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9 | RE-CAST | Our deeds still travel with us from afar, And what, we have been makes us what we are.
There was a momentary pause; then Major Agar spoke.
“In that case,” he observed, “the British force occupying this country for the last week has consisted of myself and thirty Goorkhas.”
“Precisely so! And it was by the merest ... | {
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10 | A LAST THROW | Get place and wealth; if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.
Daylight broke next morning in a snow-storm, and a thin sprinkling lay over all the hills, clothing them in spotless white.
General Michael was among the first astir, seeing in person to all the details of the retreat. The men... | {
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11 | A CARPET KNIGHT | As children gathering pebbles on the shore.
First door on the right after passing into New Court, Trinity College, Cambridge, by the river door. It is a small door, leading directly on to a narrow, winding stone staircase. For some reason, known possibly to the architect responsible for New Court (may his bones know ... | {
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12 | BAD NEWS | Sa manière de souffrir est le témoignage qu'une âme porte sur elle-même.
There was a horrid throbbing silence while Dora read, and her parents calculated the seconds which would necessarily elapse before she reached the bottom line. Such moments as these are scored up as years in the span of life.
Mrs. Glynde did n... | {
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13 | ON THIN ICE | Treason doth never prosper. What's the reason? For if it prosper, none dare call it treason.
Two days later a gentleman, whose clean-shaven face had a habit of beaming suddenly into a professional smile, was seated at a huge writing-table in his office in Gray's Inn, when a clerk announced to him the arrival of Mrs. ... | {
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14 | THE CURSE OF A GOOD INTENTION | _There is one that keepeth silence and is found wise. _ Sister Cecilia received--nay, she almost welcomed--the news of Jem Agar's death in an intensely Christian spirit. She looked upon it in the light of a chastening-a sort of moral cold bath, unpleasant at the time, but cleanly and refreshing in its effect. Intense... | {
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15 | THE TOUCH OF NATURE | A sense, when first I fronted him, Said, “Trust him not!”
After successfully carrying through the purchase of mourning stationery and attending to other important items connected with sorrow in its worldly shape, Arthur Agar went back to Cambridge. There was enough of the woman in his nature to enable him to cherish ... | {
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16 | THE SPIDER AND THE FLY | How oft the sight of means to do ill deeds Makes ill deeds done!
He is a wise liar who makes use of the truth at times. Seymour Michael was clever enough to stay his fantastic tongue in his further explanation to Arthur Agar.
“It is a long story,” he said, “and in order to fully state the case to you I must go into... | {
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17 | TWO MOTIVES | Making vain pretence Of gladness, with an awful sense Of one mute shadow watching all.
“Pooh! the girl is happy enough!”
Mr. Glynde jerked his newspaper up and read an advertisement of steamships about to depart to the West Coast of Africa. His wife--engaged in cutting out a scarlet flannel garment of diminutive pr... | {
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18 | LIKE SHIPS UPON THE SEA | Be as one that knoweth, and yet holdeth his tongue.
“And, of course, you know every one in the room?” Dora was saying to her cousin as the orchestra struck suddenly into “God bless the Prince of Wales.”
“Good gracious, no!” Miss Mazerod replied; and both young ladies stood up to curtsey to the Royal party.
It was... | {
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19 | AT HURLINGHGAM | I must be cruel only to be kind.
It is not your deep person who succeeds in carrying out a set purpose, but one who is just profound enough to be fathomed of the multitude. For, after all, the multitude is ready enough to help, in a casual, parenthetic way, in the furtherance of a design; and a little depth, serving ... | {
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20 | IN A SIDE PATH | “To sum up all, he has the worst fault-a husband can have, he's not my choice.”
There is something doubtful in a love-making that is in more than two pairs of hands. This is a day of syndicates. The strength that lies in union is cultivated nowadays with much assiduity. But in matters of love the case is not yet alte... | {
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21 | ALONE | The name of the slough was Despond.
When Dora returned to Stagholme a fortnight later she was relieved to find that Arthur had not yet come down from Cambridge.
It is a strange thing that in the spring-time those who are happy--_pro tempore_, of course, we know all that--are happier, while those who carry something... | {
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22 | ACROSS THE YEARS | Across the years you seem to come.
“That is just what I can't do. I cannot afford to wait.”
Arthur Agar drew in his neatly-shod little feet, and leant back in the deep chair which was always set aside as his in the Stagholme drawing-room.
Mother and son were alone in the vast, somewhat gloomy apartment. Arthur ha... | {
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23 | AND THE TIME PASSES SOMEHOW | His hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him.
For two days Mrs. Glynde had been going about the world with a bright red patch on either cheek; and it would seem that on the third day, namely, the Sunday, things came to a crisis in her disturbed mind. At morning service her fervour was somethin... | {
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24 | A STAB IN THE DARK | Slander, meanest spawn of Hell; And women's slander is the worst.
Mrs. Agar was a person incapable of awaiting that vague result called the development of things.
Arthur had never been forced to wait for anything in his life. No longer at least than tradespeople required, and in many cases not so long, for Mrs. Aga... | {
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25 | FROM THE JAWS OF DEATH | When the heart speaks, Glory itself is an illusion.
The _Mahanaddy_ had just turned her blunt prow out westward from the harbour of Port Said, sniffing her native north wind, with a gentle rising movement to that old Mediterranean eastward-tending swell. The lights of the most iniquitous town on earth were fading awa... | {
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26 | BALANCING ACCOUNTS | And yet God has not said a word.
One fine morning in June the _Mahanaddy_ steamed with stately deliberation into the calm water inside Plymouth breakwater. Many writers love to dwell with pathetic insistence on incidents of a departure; but there is also pathos--perhaps deeper and truer because more subtle--in the ar... | {
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27 | AT BAY | To thine own self be true; And it must follow as the night the day Thou canst not then be false to any man.
Human nature is, after all, a hopeless failure. Not even the very best instinct is safe. It will probably be turned sooner or later to evil account.
The best instinct in Anna Agar was her maternal love, and u... | {
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28 | THE LAST LINK | A thing hereditary in the race comes unawares.
Jem came straight into the room, and there seemed to be no one in it for him but Dora. She went to meet him with outstretched hand, and her eyes were answering the questions that she read in his.
He took her hand and he said no word, but suddenly all the misery of the ... | {
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29 | SETTLED | For love in sequel works with fate.
The four walked back to the library together. Mrs. Agar looked back over her shoulder at every other footstep. She took no notice of her son. Her affection for him seemed suddenly to have been absorbed and lost in some other emotion.
Jem was half supporting, half carrying Arthur,... | {
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1 | THE MOVING FINGER. | “The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a line, Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.”
The afternoon sun was lowering towards a heavy bank of clouds hanging still and sullen over the Mediterranean. A mistral was blowing. The ... | {
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2 | CHEZ CLÉMENT. | “Comme on est heureux quand on sait ce qu'on veut!”
It was the dinner hour at the Hotel Clément at Bastia; and the event was of greater importance than the outward appearance of the house would seem to promise. For there is no promise at all about the house on the left-hand side of Bastia's one street, the Boulevard ... | {
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3 | A BY-PATH. | “L'intrigue c'est tromper son homme; L'habileté c'est faire qu'il se trompe lui-même.”
For an idle-minded man, Colonel Gilbert was early astir the next morning, and rode out of the town soon after sunrise, following the Vescovato road, and chatting pleasantly enough with the workers already on foot and in saddle... | {
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4 | A TOSS-UP. | “One can be but what one is born.”
If any one had asked the Count Lory de Vasselot who and what he was, he would probably have answered that he was a member of the English Jockey Club. For he held that that distinction conferred greater honour upon him than the accident of his birth, which enabled him to claim for gr... | {
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5 | IN THE RUE DU CHERCHE-MIDI. | “Il ne faut jamais se laisser trop voir, même à ceux qui nous aiment.”
It was not very definitely known what Mademoiselle Brun taught in the School of Our Lady of the Sacred Heart in the Rue du Cherche-Midi in Paris. For it is to be feared that Mademoiselle Brun knew nothing except the world; and it is precisely that... | {
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6 | NEIGHBOURS. | “Chaque homme a trois caractères: celui qu'il a, celui qu'il montre, et celui qu'il croit avoir.”
By one of the strokes of good fortune which come but once to the most ardent student of fashion, the Baroness de Mélide had taken up horsiness at the very beginning of that estimable craze. It was, therefore, in mer... | {
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7 | JOURNEY'S END. | “The offender never pardons.”
De Vasselot returned to the Baroness de Mélide's pretty drawing-room, and there, after the manner of his countrymen, made himself agreeable in that vivacious manner which earns the contempt of all honest and, if one may say so, thick-headed Englishmen. He laughed with one, and with anoth... | {
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8 | AT VASSELOT. | “The life unlived, the deed undone, the tear unshed ... not judging those, who judges right?”
It was the father who spoke first.
“Shut that shutter, my friend,” he said. “It has not been opened for thirty years.”
He had an odd habit of jerking his head upwards and sideways with raised eyebrows. It would appe... | {
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9 | THE PROMISED LAND. | “I do not ask that flowers should always spring beneath my feet.”
Colonel Gilbert was not one of those visionaries who think that the lot of the individual man is to be bettered by a change from, say, an empire to a republic. Indeed, the late transformation from a republic to an empire had made no difference to ... | {
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10 | THUS FAR. | “There are some occasions on which a man must sell half his secret in order to conceal the rest.”
“There is some one moving among the oleanders down by the river,” said the count, coming quickly into the room where Lory de Vasselot was sitting, one morning some days after his unexpected arrival at the château.
... | {
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11 | BY SURPRISE. | “C'est ce qu'on ne dit pas qui explique ce qu'on dit.”
From the Rue du Cherche-Midi in Paris to the Casa Perucca in Corsica is as complete a change as even the heart of woman may desire. For the Rue du Cherche-Midi is probably the noisiest corner of that noisy Paris that lies south of the Seine; and the Casa Perucca ... | {
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12 | A SUMMONS. | “One stern tyrannic thought that made All other thoughts its slave.”
All round the Mediterranean Sea there dwell people who understand the art of doing nothing. They do it unblushingly, peaceably, and of a set purpose. Moreover, their forefathers must have been addicted to a similar philosophy; for there is no M... | {
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13 | WAR. | “Since all that I can ever do for thee Is to do nothing, may'st thou never see, Never divine, the all that nothing costeth me!”
It is for kings to declare war, for nations to fight and pay. Napoleon III declared war against Russia, and France fought side by side with England in the Crimea, not because the g... | {
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14 | GOSSIP. | “Cupid is a casuist, A mystic, and a cabalist. Can your lurking thought surprise, And interpret your device?”
That which has been taken by the sword must be held by the sword. In Corsica the blade is sheathed, but it has never yet been laid aside. The quick events of July thrust this sheathed weapon into ... | {
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15 | WAR. | “When half-gods go, The gods arrive.”
“Then,” said the Baroness de Mélide, “I shall go down to St. Germain en Pré, and say my prayers.” And she rang the bell for her carriage.
On all great occasions in life, the Baroness de Mélide had taken her overburdened heart in a carriage and pair to St. Germain en Pré. F... | {
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16 | A MASTERFUL MAN. | “Tous les raisonnements des hommes ne valent pas un sentiment d'une femme.”
It would seem that Lory de Vasselot had played the part of a stormy petrel when he visited Paris, for that calm Frenchman, the Baron de Mélide, packed his wife off to Provence the same night, and the letter that Lory wrote to the Abbé Su... | {
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17 | WITHOUT DRUM OR TRUMPET. | “We do squint each through his loophole, And then dream broad heaven Is but the patch we see.”
It was almost dark when the abbé's carriage reached the valley, and the driver paused to light the two stable-lanterns tied with string to the dilapidated lamp-brackets. The abbé was impatient, and fidgeted in his... | {
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18 | A WOMAN OF ACTION. | “Love ... gives to every power a double power Above their functions and their offices.”
“Ah!” said Mademoiselle Brun, as she stepped on deck the next morning. And the contrast between the gloomy departure from Corsica and the sunny return to France was strong enough, without further comment from this woman of fe... | {
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19 | THE SEARCH. | “Wisdom is ofttimes nearer when we stoop Than when we soar.”
There were many who thought the war was over that rainy morning after the fall of Sedan. For events were made to follow each other quickly by those three sleepless men who moved kings and emperors and armies at their will. Bismarck, Moltke, and Roon mu... | {
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20 | WOUNDED. | That night mademoiselle wrote to Denise at Fréjus, breaking at last her long silence. That she gave the barest facts, may be safely concluded. Neither did she volunteer a thought or a conclusion. She was as discreet as she was secretive. There are some secrets which are infinitely safer in a woman's custody than in a m... | {
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21 | FOR FRANCE. | “Lov'd I not honour more.”
The servant retired to bring the new arrival to the verandah. Denise followed him, and, after a few paces, returned to Lory.
“If it is one of my people,” she said, “I should like to see him before he goes.”
The man who followed the servant to the verandah a minute later had a dark, clea... | {
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22 | IN THE MACQUIS | “Before man made us citizens, great Nature made us men.”
The Abbé Susini had no money, but he was a charitable man in a hasty and impulsive way. Even the very poor may be charitable: they can think kindly of the rich. It was not the rich of whom the abbé had a friendly thought, but the foolish and the stubborn. For t... | {
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23 | AN UNDERSTANDING. | “Keep cool, and you command everybody.”
When France realized that Napoleon III had fallen, she turned and rent his memory. No dog, it appears, may have his day, but some cur must needs yelp at his heels. Indeed (and this applies to literary fame as to emperors), it is a sure sign that a man is climbing high if the li... | {
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24 | CE QUE FEMME VEUT. | “All nature is but art, unknown to thee! All chance, direction which thou canst not see.”
It rained all night with a semi-tropical enthusiasm. The autumn rains are looked for in these latitudes at certain dates, and if by chance they fail, the whole winter will be disturbed and broken. With sunrise, however, the clou... | {
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25 | ON THE GREAT ROAD. | “Look in my face; my name is Might-Have-Been. I am also called No More, Too Late, Farewell,” “This,” said the captain of the Jane, the Baron de Mélide's yacht, “is the bay of St. Florent. We anchor a little further in.”
“Yes,” answered Lory, who stood on the bridge beside the sailor, “I know it. I am glad to see it... | {
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26 | THE END OF THE JOURNEY. | “La journée sera dure, Mais elle se passera.”
At the sight of the horseman on the road in front of him, those instincts of the chase which must inevitably be found in all manly hearts, were suddenly aroused, and Lory surprised his willing horse by using the spurs, of which the animal had hitherto been happily ig... | {
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27 | THE ABBÉ'S SALAD. | “He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch To gain or lose it all.”
“And mademoiselle's witnesses?” inquired the notary, when he had accommodated the ladies with chairs.
“Will arrive at ten o'clock,” answered Mademoiselle Brun, with a glance at th... | {
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28 | GOLD. | “I do believe yourself against yourself, And will henceforward rather die than doubt.”
All eyes were now turned on the notary, who was hurriedly looking through the papers thrown down before him by Lory.
“They have passed through my hands before, when I was a youth, in connection with a boundary dispute,” he s... | {
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29 | A BALANCED ACCOUNT. | “Let the end try the man.”
Bad news, it is said, travels fast. But in France good news travels faster, and it is the evil tidings that lag behind. It is part of a Frenchman's happy nature to believe that which he wishes to be true. And although the news travelled rapidly, that Gambetta--that spirit of an unquenchable... | {
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30 | THE BEGINNING AND THE END. | “I gave--no matter what I gave--I win.”
The careful student will find in the back numbers of the _Deutsche Rundschau_, that excellent family magazine, the experiences of a German military doctor with the army of General von der Tann. The story is one touched by that deep and occasionally maudlin spirit of sentimental... | {
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1 | None | "I may disjoin my hand, but not my faith."
Shakespeare.
The incidents of this tale must be sought in a remote period of the annals of America. A colony of self-devoted and pious refugees from religious persecution had landed on the rock of Plymouth, less than half a century before the time at which the narrative co... | {
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2 | None | Sir, I do know you; And dare, upon the warrant of my art, Commend a dear thing to you.
King Lear.
At the precise time when the action of our piece commences, a fine and fruitful season was drawing to a close. The harvests of the hay and of the smaller corns had long been over, and the younger Heathcote with his... | {
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3 | None | "This is most strange: your father's in some passion That works him strongly."
Tempest.
A few hours made a great change in the occupations of the different members of our simple and secluded family. The kine had yielded their nightly tribute; the oxen had been released from the yoke, and were now secure beneath t... | {
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4 | None | "I' the name of something holy, sir, why stand you In this strange stare?"
Tempest.
As a girl, Ruth Harding had been one of the mildest and gentlest of the human race. Though new impulses had been given to her naturally kind affections by the attachments of a wife and mother, her disposition suffered no change by... | {
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5 | None | "Are you so brave? I'll have you talked with anon."
Coriolanus.
The axe and the brand had been early and effectually used, immediately around the dwelling of the Heathcotes. A double object had been gained by removing most of the vestiges of the forest from the vicinity of the buildings: the necessary improvements ... | {
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6 | None | "But, by your leave, I am an officer of state, and come To speak with--" Coriolanus.
Notwithstanding the sharp look which the Messenger of the Crown deliberately and now openly fastened on the master of Wish-Ton-Wish, while the latter was reading the instrument that was placed before his eyes, there was no ev... | {
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7 | None | "Is there not milking-time, When you go to bed, or kiln-hole, To whistle off these secrets; but you must be Tattling before all our guests?"
Winter's Tale Long experience hath shown that the white man, when placed in situations to acquire such knowledge, readily becomes the master of most of that peculiar ski... | {
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8 | None | "Well, I am your theme: you have the start of me. I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet over me: use me as you will."
Merry Wives of Windsor.
Poets, aided by the general longing of human nature, have given a reputation to the Spring, that it rarely merits. Thoug... | {
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9 | None | "Last night of all, When yon same star, that's westward from the pole, Had made its course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself The bell then beating one--" "Peace, break thee off; look, where it comes again!"
Hamlet.
It is our duty, as faithful historians of the events ... | {
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10 | None | "_Mar_. Shall I strike at it with my partizan. _Hor_. Do, if it will not stand. _Mar_. 'Tis here! _Hor_. 'Tis here! _Mar_. 'Tis gone!"
Hamlet.
The time that this unexpected visiter stood uncloaked and exposed to recognition, before the eyes of the curious group in the outer room, did not much exceed a minute. Still... | {
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11 | None | "I will watch to-night; Perchance 't will walk again."
Hamlet.
"May not this be a warning given in mercy?" the Puritan, at all times disposed to yield credit to supernatural manifestations of the care of Providence, demanded with a solemnity that did not fail to produce its impression on most of his auditors. "Th... | {
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12 | None | "There need no ghost, my lord, come from the grave To tell us this."
Hamlet Although the minds of most, if not of all the inmates of the Wish-Ton-Wish, had been so powerfully exercised that night with a belief that the powers of the invisible world were about to be let loose upon them, the danger had now presente... | {
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13 | None | "Thou art, my good youth, my page; I'll be thy master: walk with me; speak freely."
Cymbeline.
The apartment, in which Ruth had directed the children to be placed, was in the attic, and, as already stated, on the side of the building which faced the stream that ran at the foot of the hill. It had a single project... | {
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14 | None | "Thou mild, sad mother-- Quit him not so soon! Mother, in mercy, stay! Despair and death are with him; and canst thou, With that kind, earthward look, go leave him now?"
Dana.
When these precautions were taken, the females returned to their several look-outs; and Ruth, whose duty it was in moments o... | {
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15 | None | "Did Heaven look on, And would not take their part? -- --: Heaven rest them now!"
Macbeth.
"We will be thankful for this blessing," said Content, as he aided the half-unconscious Ruth to mount the ladder, yielding himself to a feeling of nature that said little against his manhood. "If we have lost one, th... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
16 | None | "What are these, So withered, and so wild in their attire; That look not like the inhabitants of earth, And yet are on't?"
Macbeth.
That sternness of the season, which has already been mentioned in these pages, is never of long continuance in the month of April. A change in the wind had been noted by the hunt... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
17 | None | "Together towards the village then we walked, And of old friends and places much we talked: And who had died, who left them, would he tell; And who still in their father's mansion dwell."
Dana We leave the imagination of the reader to supply an interval of several years. Before the thread of the narrative sha... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
18 | None | "Come hither, neighbor Sea-coal--God hath blessed you with a good name: to be a well-favored man is the gift of fortune; but to write and read comes by Nature."
Much Ado about Nothing.
It has already been said, that the hour at which the action of the tale must re-commence, was early morning. The usual coolness... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
19 | None | "I am not prone to weeping, as our sex Commonly are;-- But I have That honorable grief lodged here, which burns Worse than tears drown."
Winter's Tale.
If the pen of a compiler, like that we wield, possessed the mechanical power of the stage, it would be easy to shift the scenes of this legend as rapid... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
20 | None | "Sir, he hath never fed of the dainties that are bred in a book, he hath not eaten paper, as it were; he hath not drunk ink: his intellect is not replenished; he is only an animal--only sensible in the duller parts."
Love's Labor Lost.
"Here cometh Faith, to bring us tidings of the hamlet," said the husband o... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
21 | None | "Be certain what you do, sir; lest your justice Prove violence."
Winter's Tale.
The designs of the celebrated Metacom had been betrayed to the Colonists, by the treachery of a subordinate warrior, named Sausaman. The punishment of this treason led to inquiries, which terminated in accusations against the great Sa... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
22 | None | "Oh! when amid the throngs of men The heart grows sick of hollow mirth, How willingly we turn us, then. Away from this cold earth; And look into thy azure breast, For seats of innocence and rest!"
Bryant's _Skies_ The day was the Sabbath. This religious festival, which is even now observed in most of the St... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
23 | None | _Hect_. Is this Achilles? _Achil_. I am Achilles. _Hect_. Stand fair, I pray thee--let me look on thee.
Troilus and Cressida.
It may now be necessary to take a rapid glance at the situation of the whole combat, which had begun to thicken in different parts of the valley. The party led by Dudley, and exhorted by Mee... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
24 | None | "Were such things here, as we do speak about? Or have we eaten of the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?"
Macbeth.
An hour later presented a different scene. Bands of the enemy, that in civilized warfare would be called parties of observation, lingered in the skirts of the forest nearest to the village; ... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
25 | None | No wither'd witch shall here be seen, No goblins lead their nightly crew; The female fays shall haunt the green, And dress thy grave with pearly dew.
Collins.
It is rare indeed that the philosophy of a dignified Indian is so far disturbed, as to destroy the appearance of equanimity. When Content and the famil... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
26 | None | "One sees more devils than vast hell can hold; That is, the madman:--" Midsummer-Night's Dream.
On quitting the hill, Philip had summoned his Wampanoags, and, supported by the obedient and fierce Annawon, a savage that might, under better auspices, have proved a worthy lieutenant to Cæsar, he left the fields of ... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
27 | None | "Sleep, thou hast been a grandsire, and begot A father to me: and thou hast created A mother and two brothers."
Cymbeline The short twilight was already passed, when old Mark Heathcote ended the evening prayer. The mixed character of the remarkable events of that day had given birth to a feeling, which could fi... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
28 | None | "It will have blood; they say, blood Will have blood!"
Macbeth.
The visiters were Dr. Ergot, the Reverend Meek Wolfe, Ensign Dudley, and Reuben Ring. Content found these four individuals seated in an outer room, in a grave and restrained manner, that would have done no discredit to the self-command of an Indian c... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
29 | None | "Tarry a little;--there is something else."
Merchant of Venice.
We shift the scene. The reader will transport himself from the valley of the Wish-Ton-Wish, to the bosom of a deep and dark wood.
It may be thought that such scenes have been too often described to need any repetition. Still, as it is possible that t... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
30 | None | "But, peace be with him! That life is better life, past fearing death, Than that which lives to fear."
Measure for Measure.
Courage is both a comparative and an improvable virtue. If the fear of death be a weakness common to the race, it is one that is capable of being diminished by frequent exposure, and even re... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
31 | None | "Therefore, lay bare your bosom."
Merchant of Venice.
The night that succeeded was wild and melancholy. The moon was nearly full, but its place in the heavens was only seen, as the masses of vapor which drove through the air occasionally opened, suffering short gleams of fitful light to fall on the scene below. A s... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
32 | None | "Each lonely scene shall thee restore; For thee the tear be duly shed: Beloved till life could charm no more, And mourn'd till pity's self be dead."
Collins.
An hour later, and the principal actors in the foregoing scene had disappeared. There remained only the widowed Narra-mattah, with Dudley, the divine, a... | {
"id": "8888"
} |
1 | None | It is with difficulty that I persuade myself, that it is I who am sitting and writing to you from this great city of the East. Whether I look upon the face of nature, or the works of man, I see every thing different from what the West presents; so widely different, that it seems to me, at times, as if I were subject to... | {
"id": "8938"
} |
2 | None | I fear lest the length of my first letter may have fatigued you, my Curtius, knowing as I so well do, how you esteem brevity. I hope at this time not to try your patience. But, however I may weary or vex you by my garrulity, I am sure of a patient and indulgent reader in the dear Lucilia, to whom I would now first of a... | {
"id": "8938"
} |
3 | None | With what pleasure do I again sit down, dear Curtius and Lucilia, to tell you how I have passed my time, and what I have been able to accomplish, since I last wrote; thrice happy that I have to report of success rather than of defeat in that matter which I have undertaken. But first, let me thank you for all the city g... | {
"id": "8938"
} |
4 | None | If the gods, dear Marcus and Lucilia, came down to dwell upon earth, they could not but choose Palmyra for their seat, both on account of the general beauty of the city and its surrounding plains, and the exceeding sweetness and serenity of its climate. It is a joy here only to sit still and live. The air, always loade... | {
"id": "8938"
} |
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