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Lydia Maria Child, Letters of Lydia Maria Child (ed. John Greenleaf Whittier, Wendell Phillips, Harriet Winslow Sewall) 3 1 Browse Search
Raphael Semmes, Memoirs of Service Afloat During the War Between the States 2 0 Browse Search
Charles E. Stowe, Harriet Beecher Stowe compiled from her letters and journals by her son Charles Edward Stowe 2 0 Browse Search
Margaret Fuller, Memoirs of Margaret Fuller Ossoli (ed. W. H. Channing) 2 0 Browse Search
Southern Historical Society Papers, Volume 36. (ed. Reverend J. William Jones) 2 0 Browse Search
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rather die than taste a bit of pork, there must be some virtue at the roof of their faith. 'We will try' "Now, there were many Mohammedan residing in Ava, some of them foreigners, others native born subjects of the king. Of these he commanded several of the most considerable to assemble at his palace, where, to their consternation, the flesh of the hated animal was placed ready cooked before them, and they were commanded, without further ceremony to fall to at once. What a study for Lavater: What a subject for Leech! I feel it is wrong to make tyranny, in its most detestable form, an occasion for amusement; but who can control the imagination in such a case? Who does not picture to himself the countenance of a solemn moulvie, with his hand on his flowing beard, cursing the story sparerib, as, with a retching, s-sick stomach, he gapes to receive the no holy morsel? The look of despair — the ill-concealed rage — the mutual, recognizing glances of the chief actors, as much as