The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 110, December, 1866: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and PoliticsVarious
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The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 18, No. 110, December, 1866: A Magazine of Literature, Science, Art, and Politics
Various
American periodicals
An old French Governor of Acadie, the predecessor of D'Aulnay, paid for
some merchandise, which he bought of the captain of an English vessel,
with six or seven hundred buttons of massive gold, taken from one of his
suits. (Mass. Hist. Coll.)
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An apparition haunts the front yard. I have often, while sitting in the
parlor, in the daytime, had a perception that somebody was passing the
windows; but, looking towards them, nobody is there. The appearance is
never observable when looking directly towards the window, but only by
such a sidelong or indirect glance as one gets while reading, or when
intent on something else. But I know not how many times I have raised my
head or turned with the certainty that somebody were passing. The other
day I found that my wife was equally aware of the spectacle, and that,
as likewise agrees with my own observation, it always appears to be
entering the yard from the street, never going out.
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The immortal flowers,--a child's story.
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"He looked as if he had been standing up thirty years against a
northeast storm." Description of an old mate of a vessel, by Pike.
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Death possesses a good deal of real estate, namely, the graveyards in
every town. Of late years, too, he has pleasure-grounds, as at Mount
Auburn and elsewhere.
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Corwin is going to Lynn; Oliver proposes to walk thither with him. "No,"
says Corwin, "I don't want you. You take great, long steps; or, if you
take short ones, 'tis all hypocrisy. And, besides, you keep humming all
the time."
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_May 18, 1848._--Decay of the year has already commenced. I saw a
dandelion gone to seed, this afternoon, in the Great Pasture.
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Words, so innocent and powerless as they are, as standing in a
dictionary, how potent for good and evil they become, in the hands of
one who knows how to combine them.
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