Retrospect of Western Travel, Volume 1Saunders and Otley, Conduit-Street., 1838 |
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... rest were in their rooms. On Tuesday began my experience of the pleasures of the sea. The wind had freshened to a strong breeze, which had so rocked us in our berths that I rose miserably ill. I was strongly persuaded of the necessity ...
... rest were in their rooms. On Tuesday began my experience of the pleasures of the sea. The wind had freshened to a strong breeze, which had so rocked us in our berths that I rose miserably ill. I was strongly persuaded of the necessity ...
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... rest there , looked grave on this in- auspicious beginning of their transit . On Monday , however , they felt , from another cause , a good deal worse . The wind had freshened ; but I believe nobody cared which way , or how fast , it ...
... rest there , looked grave on this in- auspicious beginning of their transit . On Monday , however , they felt , from another cause , a good deal worse . The wind had freshened ; but I believe nobody cared which way , or how fast , it ...
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... rest were in their rooms . On Tuesday began my experience of the plea- sures of the sea . The wind had freshened to a strong breeze , which had so rocked us in our berths that I rose miserably ill . I was strongly persuaded of the ...
... rest were in their rooms . On Tuesday began my experience of the plea- sures of the sea . The wind had freshened to a strong breeze , which had so rocked us in our berths that I rose miserably ill . I was strongly persuaded of the ...
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... rest of the time we were making progress , though it was sometimes very slow . We went south of " the Banks , " and so missed some- thing beside the fogs , -our hoped - for treat of fresh ccd , and the spectacle of the fishermen's boats ...
... rest of the time we were making progress , though it was sometimes very slow . We went south of " the Banks , " and so missed some- thing beside the fogs , -our hoped - for treat of fresh ccd , and the spectacle of the fishermen's boats ...
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... The view from Mr. King's garden at High Wood is beautiful . From one opening , a reach of twelve miles of the Hudson is commanded , —from the Narrows upwards . A soft red light was rest- FIRST IMPRESSIONS . 53 The Hudson Page 1.
... The view from Mr. King's garden at High Wood is beautiful . From one opening , a reach of twelve miles of the Hudson is commanded , —from the Narrows upwards . A soft red light was rest- FIRST IMPRESSIONS . 53 The Hudson Page 1.
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Page 274 - Deep sleep had fallen on the destined victim, and on all beneath his roof. A healthful old man to whom sleep was sweet, the first sound slumbers of the night held him in their soft but strong embrace. The assassin enters, through the window already prepared, into an unoccupied apartment. With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half lighted by the moon; he winds up the ascent of the stairs, and reaches the door of the chamber.
Page 275 - To finish the picture, he explores the wrist for the pulse ! He feels for it, and ascertains that it beats no longer ! It is accomplished.
Page 186 - For thou hast delivered my soul from death, mine eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.
Page 276 - True it is, generally speaking, that " murder will out." True it is that Providence hath so ordained, and doth so govern things, that those who break the great law of Heaven by shedding man's blood seldom succeed in avoiding discovery. Especially in a case exciting so much attention as this, discovery must come, and will come, sooner or later.
Page 71 - And earth; man, once descried, imprints for ever His presence on all lifeless things: the winds Are henceforth voices, wailing or a shout, A querulous mutter or a quick gay laugh, Never a senseless gust now man is born.
Page 276 - Meantime, the guilty soul cannot keep its own secret. It is false to itself ; or rather it feels an irresistible impulse of conscience to be true to itself. It labours under its guilty possession, and knows not what to do with it. The human heart was not made for the residence of such an inhabitant. It finds itself preyed on by a torment which it dares not acknowledge to God or man. A vulture is devouring it, and it can ask no sympathy or assistance either from heaven or earth.
Page 275 - ... him where to strike. The fatal blow is given ! and the victim passes, without a struggle or a motion, from the repose of sleep to the repose of death...
Page 45 - Wave not less proudly that their ancestors Moulder beneath them. Oh, there is not lost One of Earth's charms ! upon her bosom yet, After the flight of untold centuries, The freshness of her far beginning lies, And yet shall lie.
Page 274 - The circumstances, now clearly in evidence, spread out the whole scene before us. Deep sleep had fallen on the destined victim, and on all beneath his roof. A healthful old man, to whom sleep was sweet — the first sound slumbers of the night held him in their soft but strong embrace. The assassin enters through the window already prepared, into an unoccupied apartment. With noiseless foot he paces the lonely hall, half lighted by the moon; he winds up the ascent...
Page 266 - ... themselves nor of each other, while they are watched by the groups of idlers and listeners around them; the newspaper corps, the dark Cherokee chiefs, the stragglers from the Far West, the gay ladies in their waving plumes, and the members of either house that have stepped in to listen; all these I have seen at one moment constitute one silent assemblage, while the mild voice of the aged chief-justice sounded through the court.