The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Том 11859 |
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... boys of Eton school used on this day to play for little new year's gifts before and after supper ; and also to make verses , which they presented to the provost and masters , and to each other : new year's gifts of verses , however ...
... boys of Eton school used on this day to play for little new year's gifts before and after supper ; and also to make verses , which they presented to the provost and masters , and to each other : new year's gifts of verses , however ...
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... boys the Ineans of actively exerting their limbs and muscles and if the ends of a pole be let into opposite walls or fastened to trees , the boys may be taught to climb single ropes , and hold on while swinging by them . The engraving ...
... boys the Ineans of actively exerting their limbs and muscles and if the ends of a pole be let into opposite walls or fastened to trees , the boys may be taught to climb single ropes , and hold on while swinging by them . The engraving ...
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... boy , it was customary for many families , on the twelfth eve of Christmas , to invite their relations , friends , and neighbours , to their houses , to play at cards , and to partake of a supper , of which minced pies were an ...
... boy , it was customary for many families , on the twelfth eve of Christmas , to invite their relations , friends , and neighbours , to their houses , to play at cards , and to partake of a supper , of which minced pies were an ...
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... boys stand aside ! Countryman . What is all this ; Is any body ill in the shop ? 1st Boy . Nobody , sir ; it's only Twelfth day ! 2d Boy . This is a pastrycook's , sir ; look at the window ! There they stand ! What cakes ! 3d Boy . What ...
... boys stand aside ! Countryman . What is all this ; Is any body ill in the shop ? 1st Boy . Nobody , sir ; it's only Twelfth day ! 2d Boy . This is a pastrycook's , sir ; look at the window ! There they stand ! What cakes ! 3d Boy . What ...
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... boys laugh out at their own misfortunes ; but the little girls ( almost ashamed of their prizes ) sit blushing and silent . It is not until the lady of the house goes round , that some of the more extravagant fictions are revealed . And ...
... boys laugh out at their own misfortunes ; but the little girls ( almost ashamed of their prizes ) sit blushing and silent . It is not until the lady of the house goes round , that some of the more extravagant fictions are revealed . And ...
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