Fireside TravelsHoughton, Mifflin, 1881 - 324 sayfa |
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Sayfa 323 - The good old rule, the simple plan, That he should take who has the power, And he should keep who can.
Sayfa 119 - It is curious, though, how tyrannical the habit of reading is, and what shifts we make to escape thinking. There is no bore we dread being left alone with so much as our own minds. I have . seen a sensible man study a stale newspaper in a country tavern, and husband it as he would an old shoe on a raft after shipwreck. Why not try a bit of hibernation ? There are few brains that would not be the better for living on their own fat a little while.
Sayfa 87 - 93, and, in honor of the ceremony, had his head powdered afresh and put on a suit of courtmourning before he set foot on the wharf. My fancy always dressed him in that violet silk, and his soul certainly wore a full courtsuit. What was there ever like his bow? It was as if you had received a decoration, and could write yourself gentleman from that day forth. His hat rose, regreeting your own, and, having sailed through the stately curve of the old regime, sank gently back over that placid brain,...
Sayfa 80 - P.'s alone, than have been chosen alderman of the ward! If you had walked to what was then Sweet Auburn, by the pleasant Old Road, on some June morning thirty years ago, you would, very likely, have met two other characteristic persons, both phantasmagoric now and belonging to the Past. Fifty years earlier, the scarlet-coated, rapiered figures of Vassall, Oliver, and Brattle creaked up and down there on red-heeled shoes, lifting the ceremonious threecornered hat and offering the fugacious hospitalities...
Sayfa 20 - Hill, had given him for nothing to hang in the Gallery of Memory. But we are a city now, and Common Councils have as yet no notion of the truth (learned long ago by many a European hamlet) that picturesqueness adds to the actual money value of a town. To save a few dollars in gravel, they have cut a kind of dry ditch through the hill, where you suffocate with dust in summer, or flounder through waist-deep snow-drifts in winter, with no prospect but the crumbling earth-walls on each side.
Sayfa 68 - Hearing that Porter's flip (which was exemplary) had too great an attraction for the collegians, he resolved to investigate the matter himself. Accordingly, entering the old inn one day, he called for a mug of it, and having drunk it, said, " And so, Mr. Porter, the young gentlemen come to drink your flip, do they?
Sayfa 19 - Road, you saw some half-dozen dignified old houses of the colonial time, all comfortabty fronting southward. If it were early June, the rows of horse-chestnuts along the fronts of these houses showed, through every crevice of their dark heap of foliage, and on the end of every drooping limb, a cone of pearly flowers, while the hill behind was white or rosy with the crowding blooms of various fruittrees.
Sayfa 29 - ... often debate in which of the twin bottles Spruce was typified, and in which Ginger. We always believed that Lewis mentally distinguished between them, but by some peculiarity occult to exoteric eyes. This ambulatory chapel of the Bacchus that gives the colic, but not inebriates, only appeared at the Commencement holidays, and the lad who bought of Lewis laid out his money well, getting respect as well as beer, three sirs to every glass, — ' Beer, sir ? yes, sir : spruce or ginger, sir...
Sayfa 172 - It was easy enough to believe the story of Dante, when two thirds of even the upper-world were yet untraversed and unmapped. With every step of the recent traveller our inheritance of the wonderful is diminished. Those beautifully pictured notes of the Possible are redeemed at a ruinous discount in the hard and cumbrous coin of the actual. How are we not defrauded and impoverished ? Does California vie with El Dorado, or are Bruce's Abyssinian Kings a set-off for Prester John ? A bird in the bush...