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  ''To the Vestry of Christ Church: It is the wish of the respectable citizens that you cause to be removed the image of George the Second from the gable of Christ Church


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id: 15402
title: What Answer?
author: Dickinson, Anna E. (Anna Elizabeth)
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  the way, it seemed more home-like and less shoppy, as Mrs. Franklin said don''t know what has come over me, but somehow I feel quite sad, looking lifting hand and face and voice together, thrilled out, "I look backward this way: so, sir, face about, march!" and away the gay girl went with my long search, he passed me and said, with such a look, ''You''ve gone "I believe everything is in order," said the good-natured-looking old "You need rest," said Miss Ercildoune to her one day, looking at her Don''t look like it, jest yet, I knows; but I lives in faith; it''ll come "I''ll wager that''s Jim," said Surrey, before he saw his face. just what Jim said; an'' de sojer he put his hand up to his face, an'' I you any good; and, upon my word, the way you''re looking I really think


id: 28648
title: A Little Girl in Old Philadelphia
author: Douglas, Amanda M.
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  A very homesick little girl was Primrose Henry when she went out to her not unlike thee, and shall be glad to bring them when Madam comes home Primrose learned to know her way about the great house and the garden "You look nice and rosy, little Primrose," said the lady. What Primrose had to tell seemed like wonderland to the little girl Aunt Lois came out, and taking her mother''s hand, said, "Come and have Madam Wetherill looked at the note and said, "Yes," and Primrose, "We must be friends, little Primrose, for now we shall see a good deal to my little girl''s half-brother and the child Bessy Henry loved. "Child," she said, "thou and Primrose go take a little run in the keen "We shall not be converted, little Primrose," said Polly Wharton. "Oh, Primrose!" said Madam Wetherill, "I cannot think what to do with


id: 18508
title: Arthur Mervyn; Or, Memoirs of the Year 1793
author: Brown, Charles Brockden
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  chiefly engaged by his own thoughts, and little was said till the portrait of a young man who died three years ago at my father''s house, thoughts, till he reached his house, which proved to be that at the door said, turning to me, "A lady will enter presently, whom you are to treat time, at Welbeck; then I fixed terrified eyes on the distorted features house at a time when her husband and brother were hourly expected. appeared like return to a long-lost and much-loved home. fate of thy friend, and afford him the relief which he shall want." "Yes," said he; "his father left the house at an early period. reflections from Welbeck to my own state passed away in a moment, and a moment she removed her hand from her eyes, and looked at me with new Till this moment the uproar in Welbeck''s mind appeared to hinder him


id: 30940
title: Peggy Owen and Liberty
author: Madison, Lucy Foster
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  "''Tis quite time thee was coming, Peggy," cried the girl who had been "I think thee has met with every one, Friend Nurse," observed Mrs. Owen entering at this moment with the new arrivals. "I will help thee, Peggy," said Sally, rising. everybody is here save thy cousins, Clifford and Harriet, Peggy. "Peggy, thee maligned Captain Johnson," declared Betty closing the "Sukey," said Peggy trying to speak naturally, "has thee seen to the "Thee forgot the quince conserve, Peggy," said Sally trying vainly to "Thee has done thy best, Sally," remarked Peggy approvingly. "And how does thee do to-day, my cousin?" cried Peggy as her friend "Thee must not do anything to Sally," cried Peggy, roused by this "Nay, Peggy; she hath not been strong for some time," returned Mrs. Evans, as Mrs. Owen and Nurse Johnson brought burnt feathers and "''Tis my Cousin Harriet Owen, Robert," explained Peggy.


id: 10729
title: Jack''s Ward; Or, The Boy Guardian
author: Alger, Horatio, Jr.
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  "I wonder why Jack don''t come home?" said Mrs. Harding, looking at the "Not this time, Rachel," said Mrs. Harding, brightly, "for that''s Jack''s "It comes in good time," said Mrs. Harding. "You''re always tryin'' to discourage people, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, "I don''t know what advice you refer to, Rachel," said Mrs. Harding, "Oh, don''t be always hectorin'' me, Aunt Rachel," said Jack, impatiently. "The captain is about your age, isn''t he, Aunt Rachel?" said Jack, "You weren''t so bad as Jack, I know," said Rachel. "Then," said Jack, "I wouldn''t eat any if I were you, Aunt Rachel." "Really," said Mrs. Harding, "Jack is as careful of Ida as if he was her "Ida," said Mrs. Hardwick, "won''t you come and kiss your old nurse?" "You never tried very hard, Aunt Rachel," said Jack. "Yes," said Jack; "Ida was seen in the cars, coming here, by a boy who


id: 8223
title: Edgar Huntly; or, Memoirs of a Sleep-Walker
author: Brown, Charles Brockden
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  present state of my mind it assumed the appearance of conformity with length I reached the craggy and obscure path which led to Inglefield''s reached an open field, when a dwelling appeared, at a small distance, Thou knowest his activity to save the life of thy brother, and the hours sorrow and malice had, for a time, taken their flight, and yielded place I had scarcely time to breathe, before she returned, leading in Clarice. In a short time, the space on the left hand was again occupied, and I conjecture by what means Clithero could place himself upon it. suggested, floated, for a time, in my brain, but at length gave place to At this time, other changes took place in his situation, in consequence His death had taken place a long time reached the spot, he would have effectuated my death by new wounds and


id: 36291
title: Ormond; Or, The Secret Witness. Volume 3 (of 3)
author: Brown, Charles Brockden
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  means she gained a knowledge of my person and condition, and kindly displease my friend, my passion for knowledge, which my new condition "Thou talkest, Constantia, in a way scarcely worthy of thy good sense. new surprise, she informed her mistress that on leaving the house she Constantia took no time to reflect upon an incident so unexpected and so "But whither," said Constantia, "could you seek shelter at a time like This burst of new ideas and now hopes on the mind of Constantia took In this state of mind, the image of the only friend who survived, or present state of her mind, Constantia was merely conscious of the sound, present lonely state, for the communion of those friends in England, and Ormond was probably instructed led her to regard the conduct of this man conversation with Constantia, Ormond''s allusion to her murdered father. my counsel will enable thee and thy friend to shun.


id: 36290
title: Ormond; Or, The Secret Witness. Volume 2 (of 3)
author: Brown, Charles Brockden
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  On leaving Mr. Ormond''s house, Constantia was met by that gentleman. He was a long time nothing better than an apprentice to Mr. Dudley, but he advanced so much in the good graces of his master, that the same time, sue them for the money that Constantia had received in visit on her father''s account, and parted from her new friend just early A mind of uncommon energy like Ormond''s, which had occupied woman of Helena''s character, but knew not in what manner it might be No long time was necessary to make her mistress of Helena''s character. "Constantia Dudley requests an interview with Mr. Ormond. The interviews of Ormond and Constantia grew more frequent. but that which I hope upon the heart of Constantia--to be sure that thy This had taken place before Ormond and Constantia had been introduced to Constantia listened for a time;


id: 36289
title: Ormond; Or, The Secret Witness. Volume 1 (of 3)
author: Brown, Charles Brockden
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  Till his father''s death young Dudley attached himself to painting. gains were slender, but he loved the art, and his father''s profession One of the first of these epistles was written by the mother to Mr. Dudley, on being informed by her son of his present engagement. Mr. Dudley allowed it to remain unopened for a considerable time. During Craig''s absence Mrs. Dudley had thought this a proper occasion this means alone she supplied her father''s necessities with a On this occasion he had come to disburden on Mr. Dudley his fears of disease and death. This day passed without furnishing any occasion to leave the house. At Constantia''s request, he accompanied her to Whiston''s house, and Constantia''s change of dwelling produced much regret in the kind Sarah. destiny of Monrose may at present appear to the story of the Dudleys, occasion had spent a few nights at her father''s house.


id: 39518
title: The Little Washingtons'' Travels
author: Roy, Lillian Elizabeth
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  Jack Davis, the Philadelphia cousin of the two Parke children, had the The children exchanged glances, and as the man went away again, George "Are there any more old places like this in New York?" asked John. "Do any of you children know why Wall Street has its name?" asked Mrs. Davis. things left by Washington," said George. In marching the army from the East River to camp in New York, George "We would not reach Morristown till long after dinner," said Mrs. Parke, thinking of the tiresome ride for the children. unexpected coming of the Little Washingtons?" laughed Mrs. Parke. The next morning the ladies and children left New York for Philadelphia, for your children at home, officer!" said Mrs. Davis, handing the man a Washington''s army and the Hessians that day, and now that Mrs. Parke George and Martha Washington Parke, two young


id: 32942
title: The Red City: A Novel of the Second Administration of President Washington
author: Mitchell, S. Weir (Silas Weir)
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  The young man thanked him and added, "I shall like it, oh, far better Then Schmidt said to De Courval: "Come to my room. for a moment, and said to himself, "A good deal of a man, that; Schmidt Then Schmidt found Mrs. Swanwick busy over a book and said: "Madame de "If," said Margaret to the young man, "thou dost take my aunt or Uncle and as Margaret left them in the hall, Schmidt said to De Courval: "Come "Thank thee," he said to De Courval as the young man handed him his hat, As the tall man came out on the porch, Margaret said: "My mother is Presently Schmidt said to Jefferson: "There is sad news from France, Mr. Secretary." "Yes, of course," said Schmidt, coolly; "but--let us think a little. One afternoon Schmidt said to De Courval: "Come, let us have a longer


id: 38076
title: Our Philadelphia
author: Pennell, Elizabeth Robins
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  the fine old houses where Philadelphians--not aliens--lived, a good part Philadelphia, as I think of it in the old days at the season girls, took me to the Spruce Street house in time to look on at the visits to the Academy of Fine Arts in the old Chestnut Street building, in one of those fine old Arch Street houses in which Friends had lived [Illustration: THE PHILADELPHIA CLUB, THIRTEENTH AND WALNUT STREETS] Europe, or, for that matter, like the old churches of Philadelphia, no Hospital, the beautiful State House, Christ Church, the Old Swedes, St. Peter''s--buildings for which Philadelphia, after years of indifference, what we have come to in Philadelphia, in the old days the Philadelphian Broad Street where the Philadelphia Art Club now is, and there George life in Philadelphia, on the way to the house of one or the other and to long since come in the Philadelphia streets.


