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...March 3, 1883. The purpose of the cup, like that of a medal, is to commemorate a particular event, and substantially it is a trophy, and has no other value except in point of material, and is free of duty,' A basket of cups, won by Mr. L. E. Myers during his recent visit to England, have been detained on the same pretext, but will now, no doubt, be similarly released...
...sword used, spear they call it, is about three feet long, sharpened eight inches on one side, and sixteen inches on the other, with a blunt end. This is grasped in the right hand so that the arm crosses the face diagonally. The hand is protected by a basket hilt of iron, the arm and chest by impenetrable coverings. The left hand is held behind the back. There are only four or five cuts allowed, which, if successful, inflict wounds on the brow, cheek, or chin. The only really dangerous cut is a straight, down ward stroke on the head...
...weather permitting, there will be an excursion today by members of N. H. 5, to Nahant. Members of the section will take the 11.15 train from the Eastern R. R. Station in Boston. Those who go will take with them their lunch and a small basket for specimens...
...order to combine with the foregoing lesson in natural history a harmless drill in mathematics, and so give the book value as a compendium of musical forms, a chant is inserted, having for its words the pathetic trilogy of the 'three little kittens in a basket of saw-aw-dust.' This number doubtless suggested serious thoughts to the compiler, for he accompanies it with the touching refrain, 'I've lost my doggy,' and the more pretensions, 'A horrible tale,' in eight-line stanzas with a moral beginning con dolore and increasing in pathos till it becomes as much more doloroso...
...order to combine with the foregoing lesson in natural history a harmless drill in mathematics, and so give the book value as a compendium of musical forms, a chant is inserted, having for its words the pathetic trilogy of the 'three little kittens in a basket of saw-aw-dust.' This number doubtless suggested serious thoughts to the compiler, for he accompanies it with the touching refrain, 'I've lost my doggy,' and the more pretensions, 'A horrible tale,' in eight-line stanzas with a moral beginning con dolore and increasing in pathos till it becomes as much more doloroso...