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I boasted grandiloquently.... "Here in this little sequestered dream-cottage of ours you and I will carry out, popularise, through novels, poems, plays, essays, and treatises, the noble work that Ellis, Key, and Rosa Von Mayerreder, and others, are doing in Europe ... and we ourselves will set the example of true love that fears nothing but the conventional legal slavery."
Ellis, in a kind, self-possessed tone of voice, and he reached out his hand as he spoke. The boy took his father's hand, and looked earnestly into his face. "Henry, how long have you been with Mr. Wilson?" inquired Mr. Ellis. "Two years, sir," was answered. The father looked at the boy's hands, and sighed. They were hard and discolored from labour. "Tell Mr.
Of the remaining forty-two Drake selected eighteen of the best. A number were still ill abed, and these he left behind in the care of Ellis Hixom and his little band of shipkeepers. The dried meat and biscuit were then packed carefully into bundles. The eighteen took their weapons, with such necessaries as they thought they might require.
Williams informs me that the reef is rather close to the shore; but, from information given me by Mr. RURUTU; Mr. Williams and Mr. Ellis inform me that this island has an attached reef; coloured red. It is described by Cook under the name of Oheteroa: he says it is not surrounded, like the neighbouring islands by a reef; he must have meant a distant reef. Mr. RAIVAIVAI, or Vivitao; Mr.
'Not been in Wales; then, of course, you don't understand Welsh; but we were talking of the Bardd Cwsg yes, there are fairies in the Bardd Cwsg, the author of it, Master Ellis Wyn, was carried away in his sleep by them over mountains and valleys, rivers and great waters, incurring mighty perils at their hands, till he was rescued from them by an angel of the Most High, who subsequently showed him many wonderful things.
He sighed inwardly, and resumed the perusal of his newspaper; or, rather, affected to resume it, for the words that met his eyes conveyed to his mind no intelligible ideas. Mrs. Ellis took her work-basket, and commenced sewing, while her husband continued to hold the newspaper before his face. After some ten minutes of silence, the latter made a remark, as a kind of feeler.
Artists will not be allowed to exist except as agents for the recruiting sergeant. We're dished." That was the second grudge he had against the War. It killed the arts in the very hour of their renaissance. "Eccentricities" by Morton Ellis, with illustrations by Austin Mitchell, and the "New Poems" of Michael Harrison, with illustrations by Austin Mitchell, were to have come out in September.
"Come, boys," said Ned Ellis, "Le's go over and see how he likes the fun." The proposal was accepted; and presently a strong deputation of the Blues went to pay a visit to their disgraced comrade. Arrived at the guard tent, a couple of sentinels crossed their bayonets before them.
It's all such a mystery together, if once one begins trying to realize it." "No one," interposed Ellis, "has put that point better than Walt Whitman." "True," I replied, "and that reminds me that I think you hardly did justice to his view when you were quoting him a little while ago.
Her daughter went to live with the Thomases, an old Philadelphia family, and it was from their house I married her." "Thomases?" repeated Mr. Winston; "that is where I saw your boy he is the image of you." "And how came you there?" asked Ellis, with a look of surprise. "In the most natural manner possible.
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