Category： Short Stories Author：novel
IN old times authors were proud of the privilege of dedicating their works to Majesty. A right noble custom, which we of Berkshire must revive. For whether we will or no, Majesty is all around us here in Berkshire, sitting as in a grand Congress of Vienna of majestical hill-tops, and eternally challenging our homage.
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
When our frigate lay in Callao, on the coast of Peru—her last harbour in the Pacific—I found myself without a grego, or sailor\'s surtout; and as, toward the end of a three years\' cruise, no pea-jackets could be had from the purser\'s steward: and being bound for Cape Horn, some sort of a substitute was indispensable; I employed myse...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
\"Wellingborough, as you are going to sea, suppose you take this shooting-jacket of mine along; it\'s just the thing—take it, it will save the expense of another. You see, it\'s quite warm; fine long skirts, stout horn buttons, and plenty of pockets.\" Out of the goodness and simplicity of his heart, thus spoke my elder brother to me...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
His cheek was fair, his chin downy, his hair flaxen, his hat a white fur one, with a long fleecy nap. He had neither trunk, valise, carpet-bag, nor parcel. No porter followed him. He was unaccompanied by friends. From the shrugged shoulders, titters, whispers, wonderings of the crowd, it was plain that he was, in the extremest sense o...
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Category： Short Stories Author：novel
When I removed into the country, it was to occupy an old-fashioned farm-house, which had no piazza—a deficiency the more regretted, because not only did I like piazzas, as somehow combining the coziness of in-doors with the freedom of out-doors, and it is so pleasant to inspect your thermometer there, but the country round about was s...
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