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I have lawns, I have bowers, I have fruits, I have flowers. The lark is my morning charmer; So you jolly dogs now, Here's God bless the plow Long life and content to the farmer." Rhyme on an old pitcher of English pottery. I have been hearing of John Starkweather ever since I came here. He is a most important personage in this community. He is rich. Horace especially loved to talk about him.
Councilmen 1st Ward Robert Bailey, John B. Wigman, James Church, Jr. 2d Ward Stephen Clary, Alanson H. Lacy, George A. Benedict. 3d Ward William T. Goodwin, John Wills, Alexander S. Cramer. Mayor Samuel Starkweather. President of the Council Melancthon Barnett. Aldermen Leander M. Hubby, Stephen Clary, William T. Goodwin. Councilmen 1st Ward Thomas Mell, George F. Marshall, E. St.
Then, too, he was to go in the "Sea Gull" with Captain Nash, the swiftest schooner and the smartest captain sailing out of the harbor, and Jimmie Starkweather felt that Amos was having greater good fortune than any boy could hope for. "Maybe the 'Sea Gull' can't get out of port," said Jimmie, digging his bare toes in the soft sand.
"I ask your pardon for the intrusion of anything of such a delicately personal nature, Miss Starkweather, but I must tell you that when a person, such as yourself, even in the midst of inconsolable sorrow, can't forget that great principles and great institutions can never perish, but are immortal, and go on forever that's true nobility of character, Miss Starkweather, and I honour you for it."
He was born in the village of Pawtucket, Massachusetts, on the border of Rhode Island, a village celebrated as the seat of the first cotton manufactures in the United States. He was the son of the Honorable Oliver Starkweather, an extensive and successful manufacturer, and grandson of the Honorable Ephraim Starkweather, who was prominent among the patriots of the Revolution.
When I got home I told Harriet all about what I had seen and heard. I think I must feel when I am retailing such fascinating neighbourhood events to Harriet how she does enjoy them! I must feel very much as she does when she is urging me to have just a little more of the new gingerbread. In the next few months I watched with indescribable interest the unfolding of the drama of Mary Starkweather.
His uncle John Starkweather, who had been writing at a big desk between the windows, sprang up to shake hands with him. "Hello, boy! Thought Bob Standish must have kidnapped you. Have a good party?" "Fine, thanks," said Henry, but his tone was so subdued and joyless that his uncle stared at him for a moment, and then went over to close the door. Standing with his back to it, Mr.
I discovered, to Harriet's astonishment, that we were running out of all sorts of necessaries. "Now, David," she said, "you know perfectly well that you're just making up to call on Mary Starkweather." "That," I said, "relieves my conscience of a great burden." As I went out of the door I heard her saying: "Why Mary Starkweather should care to live in her barn...."
Well, what can I do for you?" Mr. Starkweather put up his hand. "To make a long story short, Mix how much do you want?" Mr. Mix looked pained. "Why, to tide me over the dull season, John, I need let's see " He stole a glance at his friend, and doubled the ante. "About five thousand." Mr. Starkweather drummed on his desk. "Any security!" Mr. Mix smiled blandly. "What's security between friends?
There is Who heeds, Who holds them all In His large love, and boundless thought. These struggling tides of life that seem In wayward, aimless course to tend, Are eddies of the mighty stream That rolls to its appointed end." Norwich, the home of the deceased member, Mr. Starkweather, and where he was laid to rest, is a beautiful city and one of much historic interest.
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