The Gentleman's Magazine, Том 231A. Dodd and A. Smith, 1871 The "Gentleman's magazine" section is a digest of selections from the weekly press; the "(Trader's) monthly intelligencer" section consists of news (foreign and domestic), vital statistics, a register of the month's new publications, and a calendar of forthcoming trade fairs. |
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... believe , the only English magazine which is in the habit of publishing a preface ; in the habit , that is to of throwing aside what Mr. Bright calls the un- personal mask , and of chatting , through its editor , with its subscribers ...
... believe , the only English magazine which is in the habit of publishing a preface ; in the habit , that is to of throwing aside what Mr. Bright calls the un- personal mask , and of chatting , through its editor , with its subscribers ...
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... believe that I , the Perpetual Curate of Summerdale - in - the - Water , ever lived in this world of which the journalist speaks . How strange it sounds , his history of personal encounters , of political strife , of literary rivalry ...
... believe that I , the Perpetual Curate of Summerdale - in - the - Water , ever lived in this world of which the journalist speaks . How strange it sounds , his history of personal encounters , of political strife , of literary rivalry ...
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... believe . knew the history of every foot of ground in and about Wulstan . He knew where Puritan and Royalist had fought and bled ; where the King had rested on his way to Boscobel ; and back to the old days of the monastery when Prior ...
... believe . knew the history of every foot of ground in and about Wulstan . He knew where Puritan and Royalist had fought and bled ; where the King had rested on his way to Boscobel ; and back to the old days of the monastery when Prior ...
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... believe there is little doubt of his having been a faithful portrait of many a cavalier in the reign of James I. In staring con- trast to Chamont is the most original and curious person in the company , Monsieur Lapet , a picture of a ...
... believe there is little doubt of his having been a faithful portrait of many a cavalier in the reign of James I. In staring con- trast to Chamont is the most original and curious person in the company , Monsieur Lapet , a picture of a ...
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... Believe me , friend , I would not suffer now The tithe of those pains this man feels . - Mark his forehead ! What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon it ! Lieut . I have it , again I have it ; how it grows upon me ! A miserable man I am ...
... Believe me , friend , I would not suffer now The tithe of those pains this man feels . - Mark his forehead ! What a cloud of cold dew hangs upon it ! Lieut . I have it , again I have it ; how it grows upon me ! A miserable man I am ...
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