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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...venerable-looking person sits on it, and looks round for some friend to give him a shove. But the rest are gone, and, a kind impulse moving me, I rush out from behind the trees, saying, "I'll help you, thou guardian angel of the student." At the first word the sled and occupant vanish, I find myself alone, calmly resting in a snow-bank, my heels where my head ought to be, and the sun just rising over the trees...
...that I should do next. "Oh!" said he, (and may the Prophet singe his beard!)* "you must go to Or-phiz; every one goes to Or-phiz. Knock at the door, and ask the reverend Mollah with the white beard for his wife, the moon-faced Messisahriz." By the word wife these dogs mean the principal lady of the harem. Salaaming and thanking him for his information, I entered a large white building in front of us. I knocked some eighteen times, and, getting no answer, but, hearing the tones of a female's voice (you know, O Issa, friend...
...built entirely of plus and minus signs, and within, a series of tableaux illustrated Differential Calculus and the Binomial Theorem. The architecture of the next booth was very severe in style, and loud voices were heard from within, as if an animated discussion were being carried on. The word "Philosophy" was painted in large letters above the door, and a conspicuous sign on one side read as follows: "Conclusive proof given that two and two do not make four! Price only five cents! Many other popular fallacies refuted at equally low rates!" I noticed one peculiarity about this booth...
...been home many hours; the female members of the family had not exclaimed more than a thousand times, "Why, Fred, how you've changed! I 'd hardly know you!" my younger brother had only just succeeded in smashing my first cane, when word was brought that, "Your father would like to see you in the study, Mr. Fred...
...This was getting too depressing to stand. I was not a pessimist then, and had no sympathy with this idea of total degeneration. I endeavored to cheer up by warbling "Landlord, fill the flowing bowl," but, as I don't sing, the result was n't encouraging. Without a word of remonstrance I left the room...