...n one of the outlying streets of the government town of O—— (it was in the year 1842) two women were sitting at an open window; one was about fifty, t... ...ewd determined man of obstinate bilious temperament, had been dead for ten years. He had been a provincial public prosecutor, noted in his own day as ... ...to tears when she was crossed in any of her habits. She was, however, very sweet and agreeable when all her wishes were carried out and none opposed h... ...evna, “why not now?” “I obey,” replied Panshin, with a peculiar bright and sweet smile, which came and went suddenly on his face. He drew up a chair w... ...ery well; you had even then a face one doesn’t forget. I used to bring you sweets in those days.” Lisa blushed and thought what a queer man. Lavretsk... ...s and solitude of this steppe country, the greenness, the long slopes, and valleys with stunted oak bushes, the grey villages, and scant birch trees,—... ...t this entry: “In the Moscow Gazette an an- nouncement of the death of Mr. Senior-Major Mihal Petrovitch Kolitchev. Is not this the son of Piotr Vassi... ...ry smile of gratitude. Night, still, kindly night stretched over hills and valleys; from afar, out of its fragrant depths—God knows whence—whether fro... ...en in with exactly the right work for him; he has received the position of senior superintendent of a government school. He is very well content with ...

... the sky but to be sinking into its depths of blue. In a handsome house in one of the outlying streets of the government town of O---- (it was in the year 1842) two women were sitting at an open window; one was about fifty, the other an old lady of seventy....

...d really signi- fied. Thereafter, Lincoln the man became Lincoln the hero, year by year more heroic, until to-day, with the swift pass- ing of those w... ...children, the shaggy-headed, ragged, bare- footed, forlorn boy, then seven years old, “began to feel like a human being.” Hard work was his early lot.... ...felt himself much superior to his surroundings, although he confessed to a yearning for some knowledge of the world outside of the circle in which he ... ...rm “Lincoln and Herndon “ during the four years unavoidable absence of the senior partner, and having taken an affectionate and touching leave of his ... ...ime Minister or statesman emerges from the university as a double first or senior wrangler, with every advantage that high training and broad culture ... ...h themselves us, of this goodly land, and to uprear upon its hills and its valleys a political edifice of liberty and equal rights; it is ours only to... ...ccasional rest from the intensity of thought which will sometimes wear the sweetest idea threadbare and turn it to the bitterness of death. The third ... ..., provided he will see the court cost paid, for which we are security. The sweet violet you inclosed came safely to hand, but it was so dry, and mashe... ...erin’ great loss because it was n’t silver instead of State paper; and the sweet distress he seemed to be in,—his very features, in the ecstatic agony...

...he told him how proud he was that they were part of the same bloodline. It was years later, after his grandfather's death, when he began to truly u... ...ove with the ease of his youth. His mind was agile as ever. He was glad for the years that he lived, they gave him the wisdom he would need to save ... ...otten. Every part of this country is sacred to my people. Every hillside, every valley, every plain and grove has been hallowed by some fond me.mory... ...nd down over the crest. From the edge of the ridge Richard looked down into the valley below. The sight took his breath Johnathan Cross away. He s... ...than Cross away. He saw thousands of teepees lit by the glow of campfires. The valley floor shimmered in the firelight which made the tee­ pees appe... ...andfather. His black shining hair was long and flowed around his shoulders. The sweet smell of incense filled the air. It made him feel light-headed... ... "Meet me tonight, around seven. And don't be late." "Thanks, Uncle," she said sweetly and hung up the phone. From the library window of the Matloc... ... si­ lently toward the ocean through a thin layer of wispy clouds. The aroma of sweet cigar smoke lingered in the air as Alana sat down across from ... ... long, black sedan that was speeding toward Memphis. Arlen Rankin, Tennessee's senior Senator, sat in the rear seat hardly aware of anything, excep...

... speech, Seattle explains that man comes from the land and that all men share equally the responsibility to protect the Web of Life on Earth. 150 years later, Dr. Richard Hawk, a lowly archaeology professor, explores the forests of his ancestors. Here he discovers an intriguing artifact he believes has spiritual significance. He takes his disovery to the one person he ...

...from refreshment-rooms. They carry their food in bundles and pots, and buy sweets from the native sweetmeat- sellers, and drink the roadside water. Th... ...mits, and the ruler is not drugged, drunk, or diseased from one end of the year to the other. They are the dark places of the earth, full of unimagina... ...he outline of a series of ten, twelve, or twenty- four leading articles on Seniority versus Selection; missionar- ies wish to know why they have not b... ... paper is as blank as Modred’s shield. But that is the amusing part of the year. There are six other months when none ever come to call, and the therm... ...e bookcases. “Are you at all in earnest?” I said. “A little,” said Dravot, sweetly. “As big a map as you have got, even if it’s all blank where Kafiri... ...the rump, and never took no heed for ten cold days. We came to a big level valley all among the mountains, and the mules were near dead, so we killed ... ...dges that was jolted out. “Then ten men with bows and arrows ran down that valley, chasing twenty men with bows and arrows, and the row was tremenjus.... ...d Dravot sits on the boxes picking them off at all ranges, up and down the valley. Then we goes up to the ten men that had run across the snow too, an... ...ith Peachey!’ At that he puts on his crown and I puts on mine,—I was doing Senior War- den,—and we opens the Lodge in most ample form. It was an amazi...

...m, for a Postscript* to the original paper; since, in a lapse of forty-two years, both the man and his deeds had faded away from the knowledge of the ... ...ys of old, Gustavus Adolphus* in modern days, fighting for the *The Thirty Years’ War, from 1618 to the Peace of Westphalia in 1648, was notoriously t... ...less bless- ing of her own womanly charms, her delightful society, and her sweet, Irish style of innocent gayety. No transformation that ever legends ... ...ch a standard; but all was counteracted, and thrown back into the mould of sweet natural womanhood, by the cheru- bic beauty of her features. These it... ...xtended her mater- nal cares to General Smith’s daughter; but very soon so sweet and winning was the disposition of Miss Smith that Mrs. Schreiber app... ...increase of peril and discretionary power is thrown by preference upon the senior graduates, who are seldom below the age of twenty-two or twenty-thre... ...a little better, and for them I paid six guineas. Finally, by privilege of seniority, I obtained a handsome set of well-proportioned rooms, in a moder... ...l selection, trial, and probation, the best qualified amongst those of its senior members who choose to undertake a trust of such heavy responsibility... ...so. But enough; the reader will understand that a year spent either in the valleys of Wales, or upon the streets of London, a wanderer, too often hous...

...ION I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not leave its merits ... ...en a door crashed. Slow steps began ascending the stairs; the prattle of a sweet little voice mingled with the noise they made; and the prison-keeper ... ...y labour, six days in the week, lay among these Arcadian objects, from the sweet sameness of which they had no escape between the cradle and the grave... ...e edges of the leaves—as if it, of all books! were a fortification against sweet- ness of temper, natural affection, and gentle intercourse. There was... ... that thoroughfare with the intention of running at one heat down into the valley, and up again to the top of Pentonville Hill; but which had run itse... ... less readi- ness and condescension did he receive attentions from Chivery Senior, who always relinquished his arm-chair and newspaper to him, when he... ...cess hers?’ said Maggy. Little Dorrit, looking musingly down into the dark valley of the prison, shook her head. ‘Nor the tiny woman hers?’ said Maggy... ...pacities, went down on a Saturday to stay at the cottage until Monday. The senior partner took the coach, and the junior partner took his walking-stic... ...reep- ing up to the highest ridges of the Alps. It was vintage time in the valleys on the Swiss side of the Pass of the Great Saint Bernard, and along...

...Excerpt: Preface to the 1857 edition. I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to express themselves on its being read as a whole. But, as it is not unreasonable to suppose that I may have held its thread...

...ION I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not leave its merits ... ...ebtors lived; and will stand among the crowding ghosts of many mis- erable years. In the Preface to Bleak House I remarked that I had never had so man... ...en a door crashed. Slow steps began ascending the stairs; the prattle of a sweet little voice mingled with the noise they made; and the prison-keeper ... ...y labour, six days in the week, lay among these Arcadian objects, from the sweet sameness of which they had no escape between the cradle and the grave... ...e edges of the leaves—as if it, of all books! were a fortification against sweet- ness of temper, natural affection, and gentle intercourse. There was... ... that thoroughfare with the intention of running at one heat down into the valley, and up again to the top of Pentonville Hill; but which had run itse... ... less readi- ness and condescension did he receive attentions from Chivery Senior, who always relinquished his arm-chair and newspaper to him, when he... ...cess hers?’ said Maggy. Little Dorrit, looking musingly down into the dark valley of the prison, shook her head. ‘Nor the tiny woman hers?’ said Maggy... ...pacities, went down on a Saturday to stay at the cottage until Monday. The senior partner took the coach, and the junior partner took his walking-stic...

...Excerpt: Preface to the 1857 edition. I have been occupied with this story, during many working hours of two years. I must have been very ill employed, if I could not leave its merits and demerits as a whole, to express themselves on its being read as a whole. But, as it is not unreasonable to suppose that I may have held its thread...

...gamblers in the room already when the young man entered. Three bald-headed seniors were loung- ing round the green table. Imperturbable as diplomatist... ...is scanty fair hair in its natural curls. He looked only about twenty-five years of age, and any trace of vice in his face seemed to be there by accid... ...joys of an idleness natural to mankind, a peaceful fate by a slow river of sweet water under a plantain tree that bears its pleasant manna without the... ...e comfort of sorrowing souls, seemed an interpretation of the Evangel. The sweet triumphant smile revealed the secret of the Catholic religion, which ... ...e delicate bronze sculpture, and the splendid colors of the furniture. The sweet scent of rare flowers, set in stands taste- fully made of bamboo, fil... ...pale complexion; a man of few words, fidgety as an old maid, exacting as a senior clerk. His pater- nal solicitude hovered over my merriment and gleef... ..., lilacs, and blossoming heath. Their happy faces rose above lilies of the valley, narcissus blooms, and Bengal roses. A mat of plaited African grass,... ... ditions for existence for you is the heavier atmosphere of the plains and valleys. Yes, the vital air for a man consumed by his genius lies in the fe... ...ective; a pine-tree a hundred feet in height looks to be a mere weed; wide valleys look as narrow as meadow paths. The lake is the only one where the ...

...e self-ap- plause through half a dozen nurseries, and at the end of twelve years shall still be the father of one rickety baby, will incur a certain a... ...ith me who pronounced it to be, in its kind, very good. At any rate it was sweet, airy, and large. In these days the soldiers had got hold of ev- eryt... ...the fellow- citizens for whose welfare he had fought. But sixty or seventy years will not suffice to give to a man the fame of having been first among... ...tate House at Harrisburg, but it commands a magnificent view of one of the valleys into which the Alleghany Mountains is broken. Harrisburg is immedia... ...ed with snow, but even when so seen they were very fine. The view down the valley from Altoona, a point near the summit, must in summer be excessively... ...ery there by a path along the river, and am inclined to say that it is the sweetest resting-place for the dead that I have ever visited. Daniel Boone ... ...le. The heat in this State, in midsummer, is very great, especially in the valleys of the rivers. At St. Louis, on the Mississippi, it reaches commonl... ... establishment upon wheels, in order that the men might send home to their sweethearts pictures of themselves in their martial costumes. I wandered ab... ...bitants. Many of such houses had been de- serted, and were now held by the senior officers of the army; but some of the old families remained, living ...

...ment,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘but I haven’t done such a thing these thirty years.’ ‘Pooh! pooh! Nonsense!’ said W ardle, dragging off his skates with ... ...son, inquiringly. ‘Vun o’ the truest things as you’ve said for many a long year,’ replied Sam, in a most composed manner. ‘Here’s a subpoena for you, ... ...uch a position of affairs. Mr. Weller was then roused by his master from a sweet sleep of an hour’s duration; and, bidding adieu to Lowten, they retur... ...erally by night. His Majesty’s revenues are seldom collected in this happy valley; the rents are dubious; and the water communication is very frequent... ... drank tea to a most alarming extent; greatly to the horror of Mr. Weller, senior, who, utterly regardless of all Sam’s admonitory nudgings, stared ab... ... been introduced to me. I said I thought I wasn’t engaged, ma.’ ‘Y ou’re a sweet pet, my love,’ replied Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, tapping her daughter’s ch... ...ough his father’s dominions, cheered and supported in all his hardships by sweet thoughts of the Athe nian maid, who was the innocent cause of his we... ...ed away, and soon afterwards followed him! ‘Vell, George,’ said Mr. Weller senior, taking off his upper coat, and seating himself with his accustomed ... ...trong medicines of the same natur.’ ‘You don’t mean that, Sammy?’ said the senior earnestly. ‘I do, indeed,’ replied the junior. Mr. Weller seized his...

... play to witness in any of the London theatres, and when the season of the year was unsuitable to those field sports in which he excelled all competit... ...w,” said he, “everything in this world has to be paid for, and some things sweetly. You must know, Mr. Hartley, if such be your name, that I am a man ... ... circumstances which made him obey the summons with the more alacrity. The senior member of the firm, a man of much austerity of manner, made him grav... ...isinterpret my words,” said the lawyer. “I do not refer to Mr. Scrymgeour, senior; for he is not your father. When he and his wife came to Edinburgh, ... ...e; every step was a thing to look at, and she seemed in my eyes to breathe sweetness and distinction. The day was so agreeable, being calm and sunshin... ...ble life – an excellent thing in woman, since it sets another value on her sweet familiarities. “What does this mean?” she asked. “You were walking,” ... ... rose, and began to hoot under archways and roar amid the tree-tops in the valley below the town. Denis de Beaulieu walked fast and was soon knocking ... ...ch gave an out- look between high houses, as out of an embrasure, into the valley lying dark and formless several hundred feet below. Denis looked dow... ...enly a hoarse and ragged peal of cockcrow rose to their ears from the dark valley below the windows. And this shattering noise in the silence of all a...

...d this out as soon as possible. What’s New When we began Best of Four five years ago, it was the intention of the English faculty on the Hazleton camp... ...eam was to play in the majors. The first time I played baseball, I was six years old. I remember being only as tall as the tee. No matter how hard I t... ...I remember my parents cheering me on and the crowd going wild. That entire year was exciting for me, and I learned how to play the game. T wo years pa... ...ns. Nate was a popular student who was friendly to everyone. It was Nate’s senior year in high school, and he was a star wrestler on the varsity team.... ...AT E Brandi Saveri 8 Best of Four The evening of May 28, 1998 approached; senior prom was a happy day and very memorable evening. Nate however was no... ...appy day and very memorable evening. Nate however was not forgotten at his senior prom. All of his friends dedicated the prom song “Remember Me,” the ... ...re to search for bushes of plump and royal blue huckleberries. They have a sweet taste as if somebody went through and sprinkled them with sugar. This... ...in time, back to the days of greasers and gangs, Frank Sinatra and Frankie Valley. Anyone who appreciates the past will thoroughly enjoy the sights an...

.... Job has been written and read; the tower of Siloam fell nineteen hundred years ago; yet we have still to desire a little Christianity, or, failing t... ...emperor and the gossip of country market women, the gradual decay of forty years of a man’s life and the gesture of a passionate moment. He finds him-... ...ic sentiment, it is curious enough to think that T om Jones is laid in the year forty-five, and that the only use he makes of the rebellion is to thro... ...d among strangers, I can say that he behaved so brave, so composed, and so sweet and affectionate, it could not be surpassed. And now, like many other... ...egret nothing.” It is not given to all to bear so clear a testimony to the sweetness of their fate, nor to any without courage and wisdom; for this wo... ... from the very look of the mechanical in life; all should, if possible, be sweetly spontaneous and swimmingly progressive. Thus he learned to make lea... ...h of St. Leu d’Esserens, which makes so fine a figure in the pleasant Oise valley be- tween Creil and Beaumont. He was reclaimed by no less than two b... ...tle warm in summer perhaps, and a little cold in win- ter in that draughty valley between two great mountain fields; but what with the hills, and the ... ...rs the junior of his bride, and this time he was five-and-thirty years her senior. It will be a fine question which marriage promises more: for a boy ...