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One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a
citizen of London carrying on an read more
One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a
citizen of London carrying on an extensive business as a grocer
in Wood Street, Cheapside, were assembled, according to custom,
at prayer.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and
strange in their instinct for growth.
Obeying an inalienable law, things grew, spreading riotous and
strange in their instinct for growth.
Baseball is a game between two teams of nine players each, under
direction of a manager, played on an read more
Baseball is a game between two teams of nine players each, under
direction of a manager, played on an enclosed field in accordance
with these rules, under jurisdiction of one or more umpires.
The primroses were over.
The primroses were over.
We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in
the time that I lived there so successfully read more
We are talking now of summer evenings in Knoxville, Tennessee in
the time that I lived there so successfully disguised to myself
as a child.
Cricket is a game that owes much of its unique appeal to the fact
that it should be played read more
Cricket is a game that owes much of its unique appeal to the fact
that it should be played not only within its Laws but also within
the Spirit of the Game.
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which read more
"Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man
who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him.
Christopher Carson, whose renown as Kit Carson has reached almost
every ear in the country was born in Madison read more
Christopher Carson, whose renown as Kit Carson has reached almost
every ear in the country was born in Madison county, Kentucky, on
the 24th of December, 1809.
The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, read more
The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the
morning of the last Sunday of October, in the year 1880. Sitting
in the gallery, beneath the unfinished frescoes, and looking down
the nave, one caught an effect of autumn gardens, a suggestion of
chrysanthemums and geraniums, or of October woods, dashed with
scarlet oaks and yellow maples.