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James Parton, Horace Greeley, T. W. Higginson, J. S. C. Abbott, E. M. Hoppin, William Winter, Theodore Tilton, Fanny Fern, Grace Greenwood, Mrs. E. C. Stanton, Women of the age; being natives of the lives and deeds of the most prominent women of the present gentlemen 54 0 Browse Search
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Carlyle's laugh and other surprises 4 0 Browse Search
James Parton, The life of Horace Greeley 4 0 Browse Search
Laura E. Richards, Maud Howe, Florence Howe Hall, Julia Ward Howe, 1819-1910, in two volumes, with portraits and other illustrations: volume 1 4 0 Browse Search
Jula Ward Howe, Reminiscences: 1819-1899 4 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: February 25, 1861., [Electronic resource] 4 0 Browse Search
HISTORY OF THE TOWN OF MEDFORD, Middlesex County, Massachusetts, FROM ITS FIRST SETTLEMENT, IN 1630, TO THE PRESENT TIME, 1855. (ed. Charles Brooks) 2 0 Browse Search
The Daily Dispatch: may 16, 1861., [Electronic resource] 2 0 Browse Search
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Fanny Fern on shopping. --Fanny Fern has been discoursing upon the afflictions of shopping. She hates being compelled to buy anything against her will, but sometimes has to submit. She says: Enter the door, and three clerks immediately leap from the scabbard and ask "what is it? "Of course you immediately forget any intentions you might have had of buying anything, and before you have time to recall your senses, you find yourself listening to a running inventory of everything in thFanny Fern has been discoursing upon the afflictions of shopping. She hates being compelled to buy anything against her will, but sometimes has to submit. She says: Enter the door, and three clerks immediately leap from the scabbard and ask "what is it? "Of course you immediately forget any intentions you might have had of buying anything, and before you have time to recall your senses, you find yourself listening to a running inventory of everything in the shop, with the prices, from a cotton handkerchief to a silken velvet cloak or dress. if you are not a lunatic by that time, you make a feeble attempt to get out into the open sir, which praiseworthy effort is frustrated by a procession of clerks who accompany you down the store, such with a piece of goods over one arm, which they put and stroke with caressing fingers, and would be happy to know "if it is eleven or twelve yards you will need for your dress,"