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Very few of his American passengers selected Bancroft's as a stopping place, I imagine. However, his answer was prompt. "Yes, sir, thank you, sir," he said. The cab rolled out of the station. "I suppose," said Hephzy, reflectively, "if you had told him or that porter man that they were everlastin' idiots they'd have thanked you just the same and called you 'sir' four times besides."
And they did not adopt these modes of government after long study, but in simplicity, as if there were no other way for people to be ruled. "But, Laurence," continued Grandfather, "when you want instruction on these points, you must seek it in Mr. Bancroft's History. I am merely telling the history of a chair. To proceed.
For an account of the causes leading to revolution written from an essentially English standpoint, see Lecky's History of England in the Eighteenth Century, Vol. Articles of Confederation. Best upon this subject are: Curtis' History of the Constitution; Marshall's Life of Washington; Bancroft's History of the United States; and Winsor's Narrative and Critical History of America, Vol.
Dover, a flying trip through the customs, the train again, an English dinner in an English restaurant car not a "wagon bed," as Hephzy said, exultantly and then London. We took a cab to the hotel, not Bancroft's this time, but a modern downtown hostelry where there were at least as many Americans as English.
The Elder put down the water-bucket he had been carrying, and drew the shirt-sleeves over his nervous brown arms, whether out of unconscious modesty or simple sense of fitness it would be impossible to say. She went on hesitatingly, "I want to know Do you think Mr. Bancroft's strong, stronger than Seth Stevens?" The Elder gave his whole thought to the problem.
The "boxes," or trunks, were on the driver's seat and on the roof. "Where to, sir?" asked the driver. I hesitated. Even at this late date I had not made up my mind exactly "where to." My decision was a hasty one. "Why er to to Bancroft's Hotel," I said. "Blithe Street, just off Piccadilly." I think the driver was somewhat astonished.
In 1874, he published his tenth volume, bringing his narrative through the Revolution, and eight years later, the last two dealing with the adoption of the Constitution. His last years were spent in revising and correcting this monumental work. It is an inspiring record a life devoted consistently to one great work, and that work the service of one's country, for such Bancroft's really was.
The step came close to the window; it was not in harmony with the rain and darkness, but with the hot beating of my heart. "We are breaking up," called Mr. Somers. "Mr. Bancroft's carriage is ready, I am bid to say. It is inky outside." "Yes," said Helen, "I am quite ready." "There are a dozen chaises in the yard; Mr. Morgeson is there, and lanterns. He is at home among horses, I believe."
Upon my return to the store, I prepared myself for the next evening's recitation. In this way I read Caesar and Virgil. In a closet in Bancroft's office there was a skeleton. That skeleton had a history, and possibly there may be a sequel to it.
The settlements on the Delaware River were short-lived. The settlers quarreled with the Indians, who in revenge massacred them and drove off the garrison at Fort Nassau; whereupon the patroons sold their rights to the Dutch West India Company. III., pp. 385-411; Bancroft's History of the United States, Vol.
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