American Wit and Humor, Band 1Review of Reviews Company, 1907 |
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... Miss Georgiana Shipley Franklin at Versailles 8 Epitaph for Himself 3 14 - 17 24 32 34 35 37 38 40 46 FRANCIS HOPKINSON ( 1737-1791 ) . The Battle of the Kegs .- " Miscellaneous Es- says and Occasional Writings " 473 JAMES K. PAULDING ...
... Miss Georgiana Shipley Franklin at Versailles 8 Epitaph for Himself 3 14 - 17 24 32 34 35 37 38 40 46 FRANCIS HOPKINSON ( 1737-1791 ) . The Battle of the Kegs .- " Miscellaneous Es- says and Occasional Writings " 473 JAMES K. PAULDING ...
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... Miss Albina McLush Love in a Cottage Tom Fane and I .- " Prose Writings " EDMUND QUINCY ( 1808-1877 ) . Who Paid for the Prima Donna ? - " Wensley and Other Stories " OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ( 1809-1894 ) . An Aphorism and a Lecture ...
... Miss Albina McLush Love in a Cottage Tom Fane and I .- " Prose Writings " EDMUND QUINCY ( 1808-1877 ) . Who Paid for the Prima Donna ? - " Wensley and Other Stories " OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES ( 1809-1894 ) . An Aphorism and a Lecture ...
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... ; and I request you will do him all the favor that , on further acquaintance , you shall find him to deserve . I have the honor to be , etc. To Miss Georgiana Shipley , On the Loss of Her 37 Benjamin Franklin Model of a Letter, etc.
... ; and I request you will do him all the favor that , on further acquaintance , you shall find him to deserve . I have the honor to be , etc. To Miss Georgiana Shipley , On the Loss of Her 37 Benjamin Franklin Model of a Letter, etc.
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To Miss Georgiana Shipley , On the Loss of Her American Squirrel , who , Escaping from His Cage , was Killed by a Shepherd's Dog LONDON , September 26 , 1772 . DEAR MISS : I lament with you most sincerely the unfor- tunate end of poor ...
To Miss Georgiana Shipley , On the Loss of Her American Squirrel , who , Escaping from His Cage , was Killed by a Shepherd's Dog LONDON , September 26 , 1772 . DEAR MISS : I lament with you most sincerely the unfor- tunate end of poor ...
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... Miss , how much more decent and proper this broken style is , than if we were to say , by way of epitaph , - Here Skugg Lies snug , As a bug In a rug . And yet , perhaps , there are people in the world of so little feeling as to think ...
... Miss , how much more decent and proper this broken style is , than if we were to say , by way of epitaph , - Here Skugg Lies snug , As a bug In a rug . And yet , perhaps , there are people in the world of so little feeling as to think ...
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Seite 7 - If you would have a faithful servant and one that you like, serve yourself. A little neglect may breed great mischief; for want of a nail the shoe was lost, for want of a shoe the horse was lost, and for want of a horse the rider was lost, being overtaken and slain by the enemy; all for want of a little care about a horseshoe nail.
Seite 239 - So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That couldn't be split nor bent nor broke — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees; The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Seite 240 - Last of its timber, — they couldn't sell 'em, Never an axe had seen their chips, And the wedges flew from between their lips, Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips; Step and prop-iron, bolt and screw, Spring, tire, axle, and linchpin too, Steel of the finest, bright and blue ; Thoroughbrace, bison-skin, thick and wide; Boot, top, dasher, from tough old hide Found in the pit when the tanner died. That was the way he "put her through.
Seite 242 - At half-past nine by the meet'n-house clock, — Just the hour of the Earthquake shock ! — What do you think the parson found, When he got up and stared around ? The poor old chaise in a heap or mound, As if it had been to the mill and ground ! You see, of course, if you're not a dunce, How it went to pieces all at once, — All at once, and nothing first, — Just as bubbles do when they burst.
Seite 100 - ... by a bit of broken looking-glass that hung up in the schoolhouse. That he might make his appearance before his mistress in the true style of a cavalier, he borrowed a horse from the farmer with whom he was domiciliated, a choleric old Dutchman of the name of Hans Van Ripper, and, thus gallantly mounted, issued forth, like a knight-errant in quest of adventures. But it is meet I should, in the true spirit of romantic story, give some account of the looks and equipments of my hero and his steed....
Seite 241 - Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson — Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text — Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the — Moses — was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n'-house on the hill.
Seite 240 - Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
Seite 5 - Hope will die fasting. There are no Gains without Pains; then Help, Hands, for I have no Lands, or if I have, they are smartly taxed.
Seite 244 - THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide ; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a-sitting in the shade : He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, "I'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.
Seite 111 - In the centre of the road stood an enormous tulip-tree, which towered like a giant above all the other trees of the neighborhood, and formed a kind of landmark. Its limbs were gnarled and fantastic, large enough to form trunks for ordinary trees, twisting down almost to the earth, and rising again into the air.