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We do not begrudge it to them in our City Hospital or our State almshouse; therefore, why is it too much to require it of the city of Boston's pauper hospitals? "No wonder that an attack such as has been made by Dr. Banks meets with violent opposition and denial. He is attacking institutions whose officials depend for their bread and butter on the positions which they fill. But Dr.
And over beyond, I could see the river that I'd went and lost. I looked and looked, but the walls looked straight as a Boston's man's pedigree. And then the sun come out from behind a cloud and lit up a spot that made me forget for a minute that I was thirsty as a dog and near starved besides. "I was looking down on the ruins and yet it was near perfect of an old castle.
The son of a Presbyterian deacon and small trader in Glasgow; set to work in a cotton factory at ten years old; buying a Latin grammar with his first earnings; working from six in the morning till eight at night, then attending evening-school till ten, and pursuing his studies till midnight; at sixteen a fair classical scholar, with no inconsiderable reading in books of science and travels, gained, sentence by sentence, with the book open before him on his spinning-jenny; botanizing and geologizing on holidays and at spare hours; poring over books of astrology till he was startled by inward suggestions to sell his soul to the Evil One as the price of the mysterious knowledge of the stars; soundly flogged by the good deacon his father by way of imparting to him a liking for Boston's "Fourfold State" and Wilberforce's "Practical Christianity"; then convinced by the writings of the worthy Thomas Dick that there was no hostility between Science and Religion, embracing with heart and mind the doctrines of evangelical Christianity, and resolving to devote his life to their extension among the heathen such are the leading features of the early life of David Livingstone.
Something got to be known of Jamie, that he was confidential clerk to the well-known firm of Boston's older ship-owners, and that she was his adopted daughter. Soon the rumor grew that he was miserly and rich. Poor Jamie! He thought more of all these things than Mercedes ever supposed. What could he do to give her friends of her own age? What could he do to find her lovers, a husband?
The conflagration hazard in Boston's congested district is not a thing one can exactly calculate, but it would be difficult to overestimate its gravity. . . . There's your grenade, Mr. Wilkinson." Wilkinson leaped to his feet. "I see it," he cried. "Leave it to me. It's as good as done. It's merely a question of time." "What are you going to do?" asked Cole, curiously.
As for Boston being too much of a fool to know what he'd done to start such a racket he was all mazed-up by it: staring straight ahead of him like a horse with staggers, and looking like he wished he'd never been born. "You all hear me, I tell you!" says the Hen, taking a-hold of Boston's arm sort of motherly.
In his dress, not the slightest approach to foppery could be detected; all was faultless elegance. In his dark eyes and on his proud features an observer could read the lofty triumph which he felt; for was not he, an unknown and perhaps penniless adventurer, about to wed the beautiful and accomplished daughter of one of Boston's "merchant princes"?
Fifteen people of somewhat similar views were at last brought together. After much discussion nine favored an organization and six opposed it. So far the operation was a failure. But at last, after much canvassing, twelve men were found who promised their co-operation twelve and no more. Although respectable people, they were not of Boston's "first citizens" by any means.
Methuen, Lady Boston's father, who seems to be a shrewd entertaining man, if he was where he found himself at home.
Wynne said good-by absently, and went on his way down the hill like a man in a dream. "Well," Mrs. Staggchase said, "you have seen one of Boston's ethical debauches; what do you think of it?" "It was confusing," he returned. "I couldn't make out what it was for." "For? To amuse us.
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