The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Том 10Oliver Everett., 1825 |
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... called upon to act as a physician . In London , the general practitioner is very rarely indeed called upon to act as a surgeon , aud both in town and country the great majority of practice ought to be medical more than surgical . A ...
... called upon to act as a physician . In London , the general practitioner is very rarely indeed called upon to act as a surgeon , aud both in town and country the great majority of practice ought to be medical more than surgical . A ...
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... called me aside again . In the interval , I had composed a striking exordium and peroration , with several power- ful passages of general application , to be interspersed according as the facts should turn out , through the body of the ...
... called me aside again . In the interval , I had composed a striking exordium and peroration , with several power- ful passages of general application , to be interspersed according as the facts should turn out , through the body of the ...
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... called away to attend a motion . The office thus flung upon me was not of the most dignified kind , but the seduction - case was too valuable to be risked ; so pitting my ambition against my pride , I found the latter soon give way ...
... called away to attend a motion . The office thus flung upon me was not of the most dignified kind , but the seduction - case was too valuable to be risked ; so pitting my ambition against my pride , I found the latter soon give way ...
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... called " The Toole's Warning , " is in another and much better style ; and though short , is full of terrific and enchaining interest . It is founded on a wild Irish superstition , which the author has contrived to invest with the air ...
... called " The Toole's Warning , " is in another and much better style ; and though short , is full of terrific and enchaining interest . It is founded on a wild Irish superstition , which the author has contrived to invest with the air ...
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... called Wilkin Flammock , who is made to produce some of the best effects in the tale , by the contrast of his sturdy fidelity and his mercantile habits , and of his broad portly person and his chivalrous occupations . He has a lovely ...
... called Wilkin Flammock , who is made to produce some of the best effects in the tale , by the contrast of his sturdy fidelity and his mercantile habits , and of his broad portly person and his chivalrous occupations . He has a lovely ...
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