Columbian Historical Novels, Volume 6

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Funk & Wagnalls Company, 1895

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Page 92 - I AM monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute ; From the centre all round to the sea I am lord of the fowl and the brute.
Page 181 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumour of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more.
Page 41 - Thus were planted the seeds of a representative democracy, in the year 1641, almost on the very spot where, a century and a half later, our...
Page 56 - After all, territory is but the body of a nation. The people who inhabit its hills and valleys are its soul, its spirit, its life.
Page 285 - I thank God, there are no free schools nor printing, and I hope we shall not have these hundred years; for learning has brought disobedience, and heresy, and sects into the world, and printing has divulged them, and libels against the best government. God keep us from both!
Page 366 - The longer life, the more offence ; The more offence, the greater pain; The greater pain, the less defence ; The less defence, the lesser gain. The loss of gain long ill doth try, Wherefore come death, and let me die.
Page 338 - D — n my blood! I'll kill governor, council, assembly and all, and then I'll sheathe my sword in my own heart's blood!" The wildest excitement prevailed in the town. Everybody was on the street, and the massacre of the governor and his council was momentarily expected. Two young girls ran toward an officer in the army of the rebel. One of Bacon's young captains met them and clasped an arm about each. It was Ester and Rebecca meeting the brother and lover.
Page 275 - The brutalities of an Indian massacre followed ; " there remained nothing to me," she continues, now in captivity, " but one poor wounded babe. Down I must sit in the snow, with my sick child, the picture of death, in my lap. Not the least crumb of refreshing came within either of our mouths from Wednesday night to Saturday night, except only a little cold water.
Page 374 - «welcome ; I am more glad to see you than any man in Virginia. Mr. Drummond you shall be hanged in half an hour.
Page 274 - Some in our house were fighting for their lives, others wallowing in blood, the house on fire over our heads, and the bloody heathen ready to knock us on the head if we stirred out Now might we hear mothers and children crying out for themselves and one another, Lord, what shall we do...

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