The Irish Metropolitan Magazine. ..., Том 3Edward J. Milliken, 15, College-green., 1858 |
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... letter , which we opened with trembling hands , and it told us that my son Tom was dead ! The shock was at first almost too much to bear . It was , alas ! too true - the last of our five children is now gone , and we are left desolate ...
... letter , which we opened with trembling hands , and it told us that my son Tom was dead ! The shock was at first almost too much to bear . It was , alas ! too true - the last of our five children is now gone , and we are left desolate ...
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... letters - those papers ! Speak ! Where are they now ? " " What mean you ? I know not what you seek of me . " " Trifle not with a desperate man - speak , and quickly , or it may be too late . " " Father ! father ! " cried the young girl ...
... letters - those papers ! Speak ! Where are they now ? " " What mean you ? I know not what you seek of me . " " Trifle not with a desperate man - speak , and quickly , or it may be too late . " " Father ! father ! " cried the young girl ...
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... letters ; if some topographical guide - maker happen to select his neighbourhood ; if a garrulous cousin from the other side of the Atlantic present a letter of introduction ; if a number of things should happen about which there is ...
... letters ; if some topographical guide - maker happen to select his neighbourhood ; if a garrulous cousin from the other side of the Atlantic present a letter of introduction ; if a number of things should happen about which there is ...
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... letters which are too often paraded in print in contempt of all good feeling . And while on this matter of a Diary , our thoughts turn involuntarily to the " Life of William Wilber- force , " in which , according to the journalistic ...
... letters which are too often paraded in print in contempt of all good feeling . And while on this matter of a Diary , our thoughts turn involuntarily to the " Life of William Wilber- force , " in which , according to the journalistic ...
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... letter - press lovers . That is not love , Jay , nor like it . My only excuse rests in what I felt for her , and fine language won't tell that . I believe it was not far from madness . Scenes come back on me , and words , which could ...
... letter - press lovers . That is not love , Jay , nor like it . My only excuse rests in what I felt for her , and fine language won't tell that . I believe it was not far from madness . Scenes come back on me , and words , which could ...
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