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"My dear Nash, you're delightful: don't leave me don't leave me!" Nick cried; while his mother looked at him with an eye that demanded: "Who in the world's this extraordinary person?" "What then did you think pocket-boroughs were?" Peter Sherringham asked. Mr. Nash's facial radiance rested on him. "Why, boroughs that filled your pocket. To do that sort of thing without a bribe c'est trop fort!"
"The place with the old house on it; the place Logan is?" "Exactly. Also I wish to see Logan again. I've got several little things I'd like to have him explain." "H-m!" grunted Nash without apparent interest. "And Drew?" "He's a big feller; big and grey." "Ah-h-h," said the other, and drew in his breath, as though he were drinking.
We decided to give up our original plans, but came on to Hollyhill." "What did you hope to accomplish by coming to see Dave?" Mrs. Nash inquired. "I am going to put the matter right square up to him and demand that he lay bare the whole plot that he has been hinting at. If he doesn't, I'm going to tell him that I am going to lay the whole matter before the police." "You'll probably have to do it.
In 1812, the architect Nash was employed in laying out the Regent's Park, and in 1813 an act was passed for the construction of Regent Street, as a grand line of communication between it and Carlton House, the residence of the regent. The work of geographical discovery had been well commenced before the end of the eighteenth century, and was inevitably checked during the great war.
Suppose we compare Taliesin, as Mr. Nash invites us, with the gleeman of the Anglo-Saxon Traveller's Song. Take the specimen of this song which Mr.
Miss Mary M. Angell was elected at the annual meeting and gave a like term of years of devoted service. Mrs. Dewing was made honorary president. In 1911 a lecture on Woman's Ballot by Professor Henry S. Nash of Harvard University, well known as a lecturer, before the Providence Biblical Institute, greatly strengthened the cause among conservative people. Mrs.
Nash should be able to support her daughter at a private school, even though that institution made a specialty of teaching rich men's daughters how to be useful and economical, but the reason why had never been explained to her. Helen got her remittances from home regularly, and seemed to have no particular cause to worry about finances.
The story is rather to be divined than told as history, but we can see pretty plainly how the lines of it must have run. In the early part of 1762, Oliver Goldsmith, at that time still undistinguished, but in the very act of blossoming into fame, received a commission of fourteen guineas to write for Newbery a life of the strange old beau, Mr. Nash, who had died in 1761.
"I know, the line is short-circuited somewhere; but they've sent a man out. He may close it any minute." "Where's the Supervisor?" asked Nash. "He's gone over to Moore's cutting. How are you getting on with those plats?" "Very well. I'll have 'em all in shape by Saturday." "Come in and make yourself at home," said the girl to Norcross. "You'll find the papers two or three days old," she smiled.
Naglee's company of Stevenson's regiment had been mounted and was sent out against the Indians in the San Joaquin Valley, and Shannon's company occupied the barracks. Shortly after General Kearney had gone East, we found an order of his on record, removing one Mr. Nash, the Alcalde of Sonoma, and appointing to his place ex-Governor L. W. Boggs.
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