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...burner calcining the images impressed on the memory to dust, are fine examples of his wildly poetical temperament. But we must not forget his celebrated figure which made such an impression on us that we remember it in full, and will quote: "The ideas of our youth, like the good children in Sunday-School books, die young, and though cremation be preferred to the vain show of tombs and monuments, and the brass and marble fade away, the location of the spot is plainly indicated by a sprig of forget...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: BOOK REVIEW. | 11/6/1874 | See Source »

...Every Saturday, after the issue of October 31, is to be merged in Littell's Living Age, its old and more pretentious rival. There seems to be no good reason for the maintenance of two eclectic magazines which cover nearly the same ground, and we have no doubt that whatever we lose in the Every Saturday will be gained in the increased vigor of the conduct of the Living...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: OUR EXCHANGES. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...other excuses it would be hard to defend; No one really supposes that the support given last year can be of any assistance this year, nor does any one expect that others will pay their share and his too; but still such reasons do very well when good ones are wanting...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: READING-ROOM. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...room is cut off, if each subscriber's pet paper is not furnished him, or if there is anything else which is not just as it should be, the director is called to account; but if he asks the wherewithal to furnish the requisites of a good room, he is met with all sorts of excuses...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: READING-ROOM. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »

...fourteen miles an hour. In the afternoon embark on a steamboat which makes between fifteen and sixteen miles an hour. (These statistics I glean from time-tables, which I studied carefully before leaving Christiania.) On board the steamboat I talk affably to the passengers around me. They are very good listeners, but no conversationalists. They say nothing to me, but only smile and shake their heads. Finally I ask a gray-haired man the name of the lake on which we are sailing. He replies thoughtfully, "Most always on Sunday." I repeat my question, thinking he misunderstood me. He says...

Author: NO WRITER ATTRIBUTED | Title: THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN. | 10/23/1874 | See Source »