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Fog-horn Cranch's door, with instructions to meet them in the lobby the moment he returned, they all slipped on their overcoats, picked up their canes, and started for the theatre. Six young fellows, all with red blood in their veins, steel springs under their toes and laughter in their hearts!
He had on an old cylinder hat which had evidently seen good service, and yet became him remarkably. He was interested to hear what George William Curtis thought about politics, and to find that it agreed closely with the opinion of his friend, Judge Hoar. The Cranchs had a delightful visit. Cranch's baritone voice was like his poem, the "Riddle," deep, rich and sonorous.
No one could conceive of Cranch's injuring anybody; and if all men were like him there would be no more wars, no need of revolutions. Force, however, is necessary to combat the evil that is already established. He died at his house on Ellery Street January 20, 1890, as gently and peacefully as he had lived.
I have the photograph of Carrie Cranch's remarkable portrait of you, which is a precious possession; and when I see Cranch I hear of you and when I don't see him I think of you, and always with the old affection. We are all well, which means my wife and daughter here, and my son and daughter-in-law and two grandchildren at Newton. My whiskers are white, but my hair holds out with its old brown!
That such conflicts are so infrequent is mainly due to a spirit of comity, which the judges of each sovereignty should and generally do show to those of the other. The federal courts are also prohibited by Act of Congress from issuing any injunction to stay proceedings in a State court, except in certain cases arising under the bankruptcy laws. Wolcott, 4 Cranch's Reports, 179; M'Kim v.
He mutely referred to his watch, which he already held in his hand, and then put it back in his pocket. "Well! we found her!" "Francisco," interrupted the priest with a single stride, laying his hand upon Cranch's arm, and staring into his eyes. Mr. Cranch quietly removed Father Pedro's hand. "I reckon that wasn't the name as I caught it," he returned dryly. "Hadn't you better sit down?"
I tell you it is all a hundred times more a mystery to me who know no more of it than you, though in these terrible days I have been alone with her, locked into a deserted house, with every other servant sent away and the quiet of the grave over everything. "Is it some of Monty Cranch's wild blood?" I have asked, and with that question no end of others.
Then came the click of the gate and after a minute the toot of the train coming from far away and then the silence of the night. Then out of the silence came the sound of Monty Cranch's breathing, and then the curtains flapped again. But still the Judge stood over the other man, thinking and thinking. Finally I could not stand it any longer; I had to say something. Anything would do.
Its coloring has the peculiarity that artificial light wholly changes its character, whereas Cranch's paintings, previous to 1875, appear much the same by electric light that they do in daytime. It is called the "Home of the Wood Duck."
From 1873 to 1877 Lowell would seem to have frequented Cranch's house in preference to any other in Cambridge. When Cranch first went to live there he occupied a small but sunny and otherwise desirable house on the westerly side of Appian Way, a name that amused him mightily, but in 1876 he purchased the house on the southwestern corner of Ellery and Harvard Streets.
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