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Carmans River (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
litary devil in a man, and make him into a soldier! Think of the human family falling upon one another at the inspiration of music! How must God feel at it, to see those harp-strings he meant should be waked to a love bordering on divine, strung and swept to mortal hate and butchery! Leave off being Jews, (he is addressing Major Noah with regard to his appeal to his brethren to return to Judaea,) and turn mankind. The rocks and sands of Palestine have been worshipped long enough. Connecticut River or the Merrimac are as good rivers as any Jordan that ever run into a dead or live sea, and as holy, for that matter. In Humanity, as in Christ Jesus, as Paul says, there is neither Jew nor Greek. And there ought to be none. Let Humanity be reverenced with the tenderest devotion; suffering, discouraged, downtrod-den, hard-handed, haggard-eyed, care-worn mankind! Let these be regarded a little. Would to God I could alleviate all their sorrows, and leave them a chance to laugh! Th
Newfound Lake (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
the left of the Notch does an elephant, with his great, overgrown rump turned uncivilly toward the gap where the people have to pass. Following round the panorama, you come to the Ossipees and the Sandwich Mountains, peaks innumerable and nameless, and of every variety of fantastic shape. Down their vast sides are displayed the melancholylook-ing slides, contrasting with the fathomless woods. But the lakes,—you see lakes, as well as woods and mountains, from the top of North Hill. Newfound Lake in Hebron, only eight miles distant, you can't see; it lies too deep among the hills. Ponds show their small blue mirrors from various quarters of the great picture. Worthen's Mill-Pond and the Hardhack, where we used to fish for trout in truant, barefooted days, Blair's Mill-Pond, White Oak Pond, and Long Pond, and the Little Squam, a beautiful dark sheet of deep, blue water, about two miles long, stretched amid the green hills and woods, with a charming little beach at its eastern en
Whitehall (New York, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
ter of a gentleman in the Commission of the Peace. Coming of age about the beginning of the civil wars, John and one of his young neighbors enlisted in the service of Parliament. Hearing that Cirencester had been taken by the King's forces, they obtained leave of absence to visit their friends, for whose safety they naturally felt solicitous. The following account of the reception they met with from the drunken and ferocious troopers of Charles I., the bravos of Alsatia and the pages of Whitehall, throws a ghastly light upon the horrors of civil war:— As they were passing by Cirencester, they were discovered, and pursued by two soldiers of the King's party, then in possession of the town. Seeing themselves pursued, they quitted their horses, and took to their heels; but, by reason of their accoutrements, could make little speed. They came up with my father first; and, though he begged for quarter, none they would give him, but laid on him with their swords, cutting and slashin
Vesuvius (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
rule of Congress might be useful, though far less needed among the frogs than among the profane croakers of the fens at Washington. Here is a sketch of the mountain scenery of New Hampshire, as seen from the Holderness Mountain, or North Hill, during a visit which he made to his native valley in the autumn of 1841:— The earth sphered up all around us, in every quarter of the horizon, like the crater of a vast volcano, and the great hollow within the mountain circle was as smoky as Vesuvius or Etna in their recess of eruption. The little village of Plymouth lay right at our feet, with its beautiful expanse of intervale opening on the eye like a lake among the woods and hills, and the Pemigewasset, bordered along its crooked way with rows of maples, meandering from upland to upland through the meadows. Our young footsteps had wandered over these localities. Time had cast it all far back: that Pemigewasset, with its meadows and border trees; that little village whitening in t
Cuba (Cuba) (search for this): chapter 1
s extinction, not only in England and France, but in Cuba and Brazil, American legislators cling to this enormke! His best and noblest production is an ode To Cuba, written on the occasion of Dr. Madden's departure fsented to that gentleman. It was never published in Cuba, as its sentiments would have subjected the author te grandeur and stateliness of the old Spanish muse. Cuba!—of what avail that thou art fair, Pearl of the Seasort And spoil of Trade, bears wrongs of every sort? Cuba! O Cuba!—when men call thee fair, And rich, and beaCuba!—when men call thee fair, And rich, and beautiful, the Queen of Isles, Star of the West, and Ocean's gem most rare, Oh, say to those who mock thee with isastrous result of the last rising of the slaves in Cuba is well known. Betrayed, and driven into premature the seventh month, 1844. According to the custom in Cuba with condemned criminals, he was conducted from pris and he fell dead. Thus perished the hero poet of Cuba. He has not fallen in vain. His genius and his her<
Connecticut (Connecticut, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
rest of His kingdom promoted, whatever becomes of me or my interest. To a young friend, who visited him three days before his death, he said, I am feeble and cannot say much. I have said all I can say. With my last words, I tell you, religion is the one thing needful. And now, he continued, affectionately pressing the hand of his friend, I am going to die, and I am glad of it. Many years before, an agreement had been made between Dr. Hopkins and his old and tried friend, Dr. Hart, of Connecticut, that when either was called home, the survivor should preach the funeral sermon of the deceased. The venerable Dr. Hart accordingly came, true to his promise, preaching at the funeral from the words of Elisha, My father, my father; the chariots of Israel, and the horsemen thereof. In the burial-ground adjoining his meeting-house lies all that was mortal of Samuel Hopkins. One of Dr. Hopkins's habitual hearers, and who has borne grateful testimony to the beauty and holiness of his li
Sussex (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 1
y the beard upon matters of far less practical importance. In 1669, we find Ellwood engaged in escorting his fair friend, Gulielma, to her uncle's residence in Sussex. Passing through London, and taking the Tunbridge road, they stopped at Seven Oak to dine. The Duke of York was on the road, with his guards and hangers-on, andf the Duke of York. This seems to have been his last ride with Gulielma. She was soon after married to William Penn, and took up her abode at Worminghurst, in Sussex. How blessed and beautiful was that union may be understood from the following paragraph of a letter, written by her husband, on the eve of his departure for Amef her husband, Governor Penn, had fallen dangerously ill. On coming before the judge, I told him, says Ellwood, that I had that morning received an express out of Sussex, that William Penn's wife (with whom I had an intimate acquaintance and strict friendship, ab ipsis fere incunabilis, at least, a teneris unguiculis) lay now ill,
Carolina City (North Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 1
her agent to Charleston on a State embassy. Slavery caught him, and sent him ignominiously home. The solemn great man came back in a hurry. He returned in a most undignified trot. He ran; he scampered,— the stately official. The Old Bay State actually pulled foot, cleared, dug, as they say, like any scamp with a hue and cry after him. Her grave old Senator, who no more thought of having to break his stately walk than he had of being flogged at school for stealing apples, came back from Carolina upon the full run, out of breath and out of dignity. Well, what's the result? Why, nothing. She no more thinks of showing resentment about it than she would if lightning had struck him. He was sent back by the visitation of God; and if they had lynched him to death, and stained the streets of Charleston with his blood, a Boston jury, if they could have held inquest over him, would have found that he died by the visitation of God. And it would have been crowner's quest law, Slavery's
Matanzas (Cuba) (search for this): chapter 1
e fetters remove Of a heart that is thine in the bondage of love! In his Dream, a fragment of some length, Placido dwells in a touching manner upon the scenes of his early years. It is addressed to his brother Florence, who was a slave near Matanzas, while the author was in the same condition at Havana. There is a plaintive and melancholy sweetness in these lines, a natural pathos, which finds its way to the heart:– Thou knowest, dear Florence, my sufferings of old, The struggles maintaineace Sank down on my eyelids, and soft slumber stole So sweetly upon me, it left not a trace Of sorrow o'ercasting the light of the soul. The writer then imagines himself borne lightly through the air to the place of his birth. The valley of Matanzas lies beneath him, hallowed by the graves of his parents. He proceeds:— I gazed on that spot where together we played, Our innocent pastimes came fresh to my mind, Our mother's caress, and the fondness displayed In each word and each look of a p
Aylesbury (United Kingdom) (search for this): chapter 1
others into the inn. Of those thus taken, continues Ellwood, I was one. They picked out ten of us, and sent us to Aylesbury jail. They caused the body to lie in the open street and cartway, so that all travellers that passed, whether horsem young Quaker companion, the patient and gentle Ellwood. Wherefore, says the latter, some little time before I went to Aylesbury jail, I was desired by my quondam Master Milton to take an house for him in the neighborhood where I dwelt, that he mic Penning. ton, a blameless and quiet country gentleman, was dragged from his house by a military force, and lodged in Aylesbury jail; his wife and family forcibly ejected from their pleasant home, which was seized upon by the government as security for the fines imposed upon its owner. The plague was in the village of Aylesbury, and in the very prison itself; but the noble-hearted Mary Pennington followed her husband, sharing with him the dark peril. Poor Ellwood, while attending a monthly
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