Category: Poetry
A Life of Vicissitudes. By G. P. R. James, 49 Anecdotes of Ostriches, 89 Astronomy. By T. Milner, M.A. 122 Antony and Cleopatra. By H. W. Herbert, 133 Annie Morton. By Amy Harned, 183 Among the Moors. By C. Dickens, 212 Aztec Children. By Australis, 223 A Night in the Dissecti...
In the summer of ’49, an old acquaintance of mine, who had grown fat upon the Black Letter of the Profession; who, for twenty years, had hardly seen the outside of our parish; a...
10. CHAPTER V.It had been a gala day in New York—a day of feasting and rejoicing—a day of triumphal processions and martial pageantry—one of America’s most honored sons, one whose days had be...
1. VOLUME XLI.A Life of Vicissitudes. By G. P. R. James, 49 Anecdotes of Ostriches, 89 Astronomy. By T. Milner, M.A. 122 Antony and Cleopatra. By H. W. Herbert, 133 Annie Morton. By Amy Harne...
5. CHAPTER IV.The sloop which conveyed me from Holy Island to Kingstown, on my way to Dublin, had on board a merry Irishman, to whom I found myself attracted, because he had been in America....
6. CHAPTER I.It was a cold, windy night in the winter of 179-. The tall pines that had climbed to the highest summits of the Green Mountains, bent beneath the rushing of the blast; and as th...
7. CHAPTER II.Years, many years had passed since the conversation narrated in the previous chapter, and Andrew Gordon was no longer the sole tenant of the sweetest valley that slept beneath t...
12. CHAPTER II.Little Paqueta, nice Paqueta, sweet Paqueta, slave Paqueta, my pen runs riot when speaking of Paqueta, heaven bless her soul. Thus Paqueta lived, and breathed, and was happy dur...
11. CHAPTER I.“Paqueta, Paqueteta, Paquete,” I called, throwing the Italian and English diminutives together to express more strongly the smallness, and, I may add, prettiness, of the little...
9. CHAPTER IV.We must now return to sweet Lily Grey, whom we left so unceremoniously at Mr. Mason’s gate, after her adventure in the woods with Frederick Gordon. When she entered the house, s...
8. CHAPTER III.That same evening there was a clear light gleaming from the window in Andrew Gordon’s mansion, usually occupied by himself. He—its owner—sat there alone, with his folded hands l...
13. CHAPTER III.When Louis Philippe fled, Charles R. harangued the people. He would have thrown the red flag of the old republic to the breeze, and have followed it to the world’s end. The Fren...
2. CHAPTER I.The date of my birth is a secret. Time was when I used to laugh at people for being slow to tell their age; but sounder philosophy has shown me a certain wisdom in this reserve....
4. CHAPTER III.The vessel in which I sailed was a round-sterned bark, very black, and English built, with hogsheads of tobacco for Bristol. I was under the care of Mr. Moir, a clergyman from t...
3. CHAPTER II.Montaigne dwells with a chirping, senile complacency on the pains which his father took to make his childhood happy. Though, Arthur Holm, my honored parent took no pains at all...