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Side 53
... French col- ours , will be seen in an account receiv- ed from the river Bonny , on the west- ern coast of Africa , dated July 1819 , which states , that from March to that time , there had been usually from nine to sixteen vessels ...
... French col- ours , will be seen in an account receiv- ed from the river Bonny , on the west- ern coast of Africa , dated July 1819 , which states , that from March to that time , there had been usually from nine to sixteen vessels ...
Side 54
... French slave ships now on the coast is something incredi- - ble . " The naval officers of that station had examined between twenty and thir- ty ships trading for slaves on the coast , which they ascertained to be French ; and one of ...
... French slave ships now on the coast is something incredi- - ble . " The naval officers of that station had examined between twenty and thir- ty ships trading for slaves on the coast , which they ascertained to be French ; and one of ...
Side 68
... French lawyers . Considering the filial motives of the young chief's appeal to me , I am not afraid that any part of this letter , immediately relating to him , will be thought ostentatiouss or pro- lix . And if charitably judged , I ...
... French lawyers . Considering the filial motives of the young chief's appeal to me , I am not afraid that any part of this letter , immediately relating to him , will be thought ostentatiouss or pro- lix . And if charitably judged , I ...
Side 70
... French , for the same reason , call it Laitue ; the English name Lettuce is a corruption of either the Latin or French word , and in all probability originated from the former , as several of our old authors spell it Lectuce . That this ...
... French , for the same reason , call it Laitue ; the English name Lettuce is a corruption of either the Latin or French word , and in all probability originated from the former , as several of our old authors spell it Lectuce . That this ...
Side 80
... French , and Italian admirably . Towards me she continued ) his conduct has been a mo- del of grace and politeness . When he arrived here , I could not separate my- self from him . He knew that I loved one of the companions of his ...
... French , and Italian admirably . Towards me she continued ) his conduct has been a mo- del of grace and politeness . When he arrived here , I could not separate my- self from him . He knew that I loved one of the companions of his ...
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Side 262 - We are not of Alice, nor of thee, nor are we children at all. The children of Alice call Bartrum father. We are nothing ; less than nothing ; and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.
Side 262 - Then I told how for seven long years, in hope sometimes, sometimes in despair, yet persisting ever, I courted the fair Alice W n ; and, as much as children could understand, I explained to them what coyness, and difficulty, and denial meant in maidens — when suddenly, turning to Alice, the soul of the first Alice looked out at her eyes with such a reality of re-presentment, that I became in doubt which of them stood there before me, or whose that bright hair was...
Side 223 - Here lies Fred, Who was alive, and is dead. Had it been his father, I had much rather. Had it been his brother, Still better than another. Had it been his sister, No one would have missed her. Had it been the whole generation, Still better for the nation. But since 't is only Fred, Who was alive, and is dead, There's no more to be said.
Side 262 - I was lame-footed; and how when he died, though he had not been dead an hour, it seemed as if he had died a great while ago, such a distance there is betwixt life and death...
Side 319 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Side 261 - ... carried away to the owner's other house, where they were set up, and looked as awkward as if some one were to carry away the old tombs they had seen lately at the abbey, and stick them up in Lady C.'s tawdry gilt drawing-room. Here John smiled, as much as to say, " That would be foolish indeed.
Side 261 - ... or in lying about upon the fresh grass, with all the fine garden smells around me — or basking in the orangery, till I could almost fancy myself ripening too along with the oranges and the limes in that grateful warmth — or in watching the dace that darted to and fro in the fish-pond, at the bottom of the garden, with here and there a great sulky pike hanging midway down the water in silent state, as if it mocked at their impertinent friskings...
Side 200 - Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Side 250 - tis her privilege Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy...
Side 261 - CHILDREN love to listen to stories about their elders, when they were children ; to stretch their imagination to the conception of a traditionary great-uncle or grandame whom they never saw.