sketches

A Meeting with Bismarck

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In the autumn of 1867 my family went to Wiesbaden, where my wife was to spend some time on account of her health, and I purposed to join them there about Christmas time for a few weeks. Great changes had…

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Across the Plains

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LEAVES FROM THE NOTEBOOK OF AN EMIGRANT BETWEEN NEW YORK AND SAN FRANCISCO MONDAY. – It was, if I remember rightly, five o’clock when we were all signalled to be present at the Ferry Depot of the railroad. An emigrant…

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London Recreations

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by Charles Dickens The wish of per­sons in the hum­bler classes of life, to ape the man­ners and cus­toms of those whom for­tune has placed above them, is often the sub­ject of re­mark, and not un­fre­quently of com­plaint. The in­cli­na­tion…

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London Recreations

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The wish of per­sons in the hum­bler classes of life, to ape the man­ners and cus­toms of those whom for­tune has placed above them, is of­ten the sub­ject of re­mark, and not un­fre­quently of com­plaint. The in­cli­na­tion may, and no…

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Sketches of London: The River

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‘Are you fond of the wa­ter?’ is a ques­tion very fre­quently asked, in hot sum­mer weath­er, by am­phibi­ous-look­ing young men. ‘Very,’ is the gen­eral reply. ‘An’t you?’—‘Hardly ever off it,’ is the re­sponse, ac­com­pa­nied by sun­dry ad­jec­tives, ex­pres­sive of the…

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Sketches of London: Early Coaches

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We have of­ten won­dered how many months’ in­ces­sant trav­el­ling in a post-chaise it would take to kill a man; and won­der­ing by anal­ogy, we should very much like to know how many months of con­stant trav­el­ling in a suc­ces­sion of…

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Hackney-Coach-Stands

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We main­tain that hack­ney-coaches, prop­erly so called, be­long solely to the me­trop­o­lis. We may be told, that there are hack­ney-coach stands in Ed­in­burgh; and not to go quite so far for a con­tra­dic­tion to our po­si­tion, we may be re­minded…

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