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Toddleworth, as they gain the vicinity of Cow Bay, "it is currently reported, and believed by the dwellers here, that our Corporation ate itself out of the world not long since; and seeing how much they suffer by the loss of such to have a dead Corporation in a great city, is an evil, I assure you an institution, they adopt this method of finding it. It affords them no little amusement.
As for aims and ends, why he sees the safer thing in having nothing to do with them. Mr. Tom Toddleworth once advised this course, and Tom was esteemed good authority in such matters. Like many others, his character is made up of those yielding qualities which the teachings of good men may elevate to usefulness, or bad men corrupt by their examples.
As for aims and ends, why he sees the safer thing in having nothing to do with them. Mr. Tom Toddleworth once advised this course, and Tom was esteemed good authority in such matters. Like many others, his character is made up of those yielding qualities which the teachings of good men may elevate to usefulness, or bad men corrupt by their examples.
Look whither she will nothing but a scene of desolation a Babylon of hideous, wasting forms, mucky streets, and reeking dens, meet her eye. The Jews have arranged themselves on one side of Orange street, to speculate on the wasted harlotry of the other. "Look you, Madam!" says Mr. Toddleworth, leaning on his stick and pointing towards Chatham street.
The red, distended nose, the wild expression of his countenance, his jagged hair, hanging in tufts over his ragged coat collar, give him a repulsiveness not easily described. In answer to an inquiry he says, "They call me, Madam, and I'm contented with the name, they call me Tom Toddleworth, the Chronicle. I am well down not in years, but sorrow.
Like many other very excellent ladies, however, she has no candles for a heathen world outside of Antioch." Mr. Toddleworth escorts her safely into Centre street, and directs her to the House of the Foreign Missions. "Thank you! thank you! may God never let you want a shilling," he says, bowing and touching his hat as Mrs. Swiggs puts four shillings into his left hand.
Like many other very excellent ladies, however, she has no candles for a heathen world outside of Antioch." Mr. Toddleworth escorts her safely into Centre street, and directs her to the House of the Foreign Missions. "Thank you! thank you! may God never let you want a shilling," he says, bowing and touching his hat as Mrs. Swiggs puts four shillings into his left hand.
The red, distended nose, the wild expression of his countenance, his jagged hair, hanging in tufts over his ragged coat collar, give him a repulsiveness not easily described. In answer to an inquiry he says, "They call me, Madam, and I'm contented with the name, they call me Tom Toddleworth, the Chronicle. I am well down-not in years, but sorrow.
The detective inquires if any of them have seen Mr. Toddleworth to-day. Washington has not seen him, and makes no scruple of saying he thinks very little of him. "Faith an' it's hard times with poor Tom," speaks up one of the women, in a deep brogue. "It was only last night the same I'm tellin' is true, God knows Mrs.
Look whither she will nothing but a scene of desolation-a Babylon of hideous, wasting forms, mucky streets, and reeking dens, meet her eye. The Jews have arranged themselves on one side of Orange street, to speculate on the wasted harlotry of the other. "Look you, Madam!" says Mr. Toddleworth, leaning on his stick and pointing towards Chatham street.
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