The Knickerbocker, Vol. 57, No. 1, January 1861

'So I have heard, Bonenfant. You will be still more surprised to feel that this is the case, when you know that I lodged in the same house with Miss Brentnall a whole year. Inde...

''May I make you a repetition of my offer? If you haven't a toucan in your collection, there is a very fine one I'll give you for the Flicker, stuffed only last Saturday. Here's...

His prime minister and confidential adviser was a gray-headed, wrinkled negro named Zeb. He had been in his youth a sturdy fellow, but had dried up into an old codger who looked...

For some time Fauntleroy Verrian had been quietly growing in the public favor. Indeed it would have been singular if the chord so powerfully touched by him had never drawn any r...

That night at tea-time, his share was taken away untouched, he went early to bed, but not to sleep, frequently calling on his mother to put by her work. It seemed as if the even...

'She sat in the chair opposite me. As for me, I gazed and gazed. Modestly inviting questions, she looked me frankly in the eyes; and then, as in wonder that I did not speak, thr...

'My dear child,' replied Nella, 'my sister's children used to be mortally ashamed of catching cold because a nurse ridiculed their coughing. Yet they caught cold quite the same....

'T is no new story--'t is the old story, scarcely with variations. I am sixty-one years old--almost sixty-two. In 1837 I was a leading importer of silk goods in this city. I liv...

There was not even a speck in the commercial horizon giving token of the storm which was so soon to burst. Only it began to be ascertained that the failure of the harvest in Gre...

The simple '_Working-Man's Lesson_' involved in this anecdote, and the 'fulness of faith' which it embodies, are not unworthy of remembrance and of heed. It impressed _us_ forci...

'OBSERVE, my friend, I am not writing _against_ time; so let us slowly on. My impressions of the old gentleman are sometimes extremely fantastic. I was looking the other day at...

THERE is a subtle relation between the mere spectacle of Parisian life and French history, like that which exists between physiognomy and character. Careful observation of this...

OH! in these colored shades it were too blest To roam with thee the hill-side and the plain, When in each passing moment we retain The moral of the great truth here impressed. S...

WE have seen only one number of this work; but we are so much pleased with the plan and general execution of this first issue, that we give it a cordial welcome and commend it t...

''_O jala!_' said she, 'how I do love bull-fights! And to see CUCHARES with the _capa_ in one hand and sword in the other, _Hésoos!_ he is a _spada_; but you should have seen JU...

'You would hardly believe,' said Madame de Maintenon, 'how much a talent for combing hair contributed to my elevation:' tact in the minor economies, the ability to minister to a...

These fervent lines are 'poetry.' * * * Mr. CHARLES L. ELLIOTT, the eminent portrait-painter, was safely delivered of the subjoined remark, at a quarter to four of the clock, on...