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Elizabeth Blackwell, Frances Willard, and Clara Barton! All honor to the noble women who have devoted earnest lives to the intellectual and moral needs of mankind! Susan B. Anthony was of sturdy New England stock, and it was at the foot of Old Greylock, South Adams, Mass., that she gave forth her first rebellious cry.
"Oh, hurrah! I can really see off to Mount Greylock old King Greylock even the steel tower upon it oh! so plainly," murmured the madcap in the Chair, and nestled triumphantly against its rocky back. "Greylock, cloud-girdled, from his purple throne, A shout of gladness sends, And up soft meadow slopes, a warbling tone, Of Housatonic blends."
I'm so glad just so glad I don't know what to do with myself that those experiments with the lesser Thunder Bird, the smaller sky-rocket, which won't make the four-day trip to Mammy Moon, but will only fly up a couple of hundred miles, or so, and drop its golden egg, the diary, to tell you where that blank No Man's Land of space begins will still be carried out this spring from the top of old Mount Greylock.
She never wearied of looking at him; at last she leaned over him and whispered: "You sweet little darling, you are just as good, and just as much of a Greylock as your brother. He will be duke, but that is no great piece of luck, and we will not begrudge it to him. His subjects will some day give him enough anxiety.
Not a feather fluttered, not an eyelid quivered; truly it was the perfect love that casteth out fear. My guide went on up to the top of Greylock; I turned back to pursue my search. Eastward was my next trip, down toward the brook that made a valley between Greylock and Ragged Mountain. My path was under the edge of the woods that fringed a mountain stream.
You can see away off: far-rms, lakes, all the other mountains Mount Greylock, too, in the distance! But but it's a cat's-foot climb down there!" breaking off breathlessly, as if feeling were making a cat's-paw of him. "Oh! you can really see Mount Greylock! As far away as that! Well! I'm going to try-y it, too," ventured one of his girlish companions whose age was fourteen.
"The poor, miserable, pitiable, ill-starred princeling!" one of them exclaimed. "A Greylock, it is unheard of, abominable, sacrilegious," the other moaned. They had indeed beheld a dreadful sight, for they had seen the son of Wendelin XV. beaten over the back by a common workman with a stick.
My next interview with the veery family took place the following June, at the foot of Mount Greylock, in Massachusetts. I had just returned from a walk down the meadow, put on wrapper and slippers, and established myself by the window to write some letters. Pen, ink, paper, and all the accessories were spread out before me.
Give me back my ring and take instead this mirror, which will always show to you and yours whatever you hold most dear, even when you are far away from it." "Then it will ever be granted to me to bring your face before my eyes, oh! lovely lady!" the knight exclaimed. The fairy laughed and answered: "No, Duke Greylock the mirror can only reflect the forms of mortals.
He had reached the goal, the task was completed, he might call himself a Greylock once more, for the curl which was the pride of his race now adorned his head too. "The prince watched him turn very red then very pale and finally said inquiringly "Well, my Peregrinus?" The architect fell upon his knee, kissed the prince's hand and cried: "I am not Peregrinus.
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