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J. B. Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's Diary | 19 | 5 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: August 25, 1864., [Electronic resource] | 6 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: July 26, 1864., [Electronic resource] | 5 | 1 | Browse | Search |
Knight's Mechanical Encyclopedia (ed. Knight) | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
William Hepworth Dixon, White Conquest: Volume 2 | 4 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: August 27, 1864., [Electronic resource] | 3 | 1 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: November 24, 1860., [Electronic resource] | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Historic leaves, volume 2, April, 1903 - January, 1904 | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
The Daily Dispatch: February 8, 1865., [Electronic resource] | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
Cambridge History of American Literature: volume 3 (ed. Trent, William Peterfield, 1862-1939., Erskine, John, 1879-1951., Sherman, Stuart Pratt, 1881-1926., Van Doren, Carl, 1885-1950.) | 2 | 0 | Browse | Search |
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Chapter 32: sober by law.
No bar, no drain-shop, no saloon defiles St. Johnsbury; nor is there, I am told, a single gaming-hell or house of ill-repute.
So far as meets the eye this boast is true.
Once, in my walks, I fancy there may be an opening in the armour of these Good Templars.
Turning from the foreign street, where Jacques is somewhat careless of his fence, and Pat is tolerant of the cess-pool at his door, I read a notice calling on the passer-by to enter the sporting and smoking bazaar.
Here, surely, there must lurk some spice of dissipation.
Passing down the steps into this sporting and smoking bazaar, I see a large vault, running below Avenue House, and conjure up visions of Gothe's wine cellar in Leipzig, the Heiliger Geist in Mainz, and our own supper-rooms in Covent Garden; but on dropping down the steps of this smoking and sporting bazaar, I find myself in a big empty room; the floor clean, the walls bright, and a small kiosk in one corner for the sale of ci