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   My day will come yet, if he don?t look out ?What...
[06/05/2010 4:57 am]
My day will come yet, if he don?t look out ?What are you going to do? O, George, don?t do anything wicked; if you only trust in God, and try to do right, he?ll deliver you ?I an?t a Christian like you, Eliza; my heart?s full of bitterness; I can?t trust in GodWhy does he let things be so?? ?O, George, we must have faithMistress says that when all things go wrong to us, we must believe that God is doing the very best ?That?s easy to say for people that are sitting on their sofas and riding in their carriages; but let ?em be where I am, I guess it would come some harderI wish I could be good; but my heart burns, and can?t be reconciled, anyhowYou couldn?t in my place,?you can?t now, if I tell you all I?ve got to sayYou don?t know the whole yet ?What can be coming now?? ?Well, lately Mas?r has been saying that he was a fool to let me marry off the place; that he hates MrShelby and all his tribe, because they are proud, and hold their heads up above him, and that I?ve got proud notions from you; and he says he won?t let me come here any more, and that I shall take a wife and settle down on his placeAt first he only scolded and grumbled these things; but yesterday he told me that I should take Mina for a wife, and settle down in a cabin with her, or he would sell me down river ?Why?but you were married to me, by the minister, as much as if you?d been a white man!? said Eliza, simply ?Don?t you know a slave can?t be married? There is no law in this country for that; I can?t hold you for my wife, if he chooses to part usThat?s why I wish I?d never seen you,?why I wish I?d never been born; it would have been better for us both,?it would have been better for this poor child if he had never been bornAll this may happen to him yet!? ?O, but master is so kind!? ?Yes, but who knows??he may die?and then he may be sold to nobody knows whoWhat pleasure is it that he is handsome, and smart, and bright? I tell you, Eliza, that a sword will pierce through your soul for every good and pleasant thing your child is or has; it will make him worth too much for you to keep The words smote heavily on Eliza?s heart; the vision of the trader came before her eyes, and, as if some one had struck her a deadly blow, she turned pale and gasped for breathShe looked nervously out on the verandah, where the boy, tired of the grave conversation, had retired, and where he was riding triumphantly up and down on MrShelby?s walking-stickShe would have spoken to tell her husband her fears, but checked herself ?No, no,?he has enough to bear, poor fellow!? she thought?No, I won?t tell him; besides, it an?t true; Missis never deceives us ?So, Eliza, my girl,? said the husband, mournfully, ?bear up, now; and good-by, for I?m going ?Going, George! Going where?? ?To Canada,? said he, straightening himself up; and when I?m there, I?ll buy you; that?s all the hope that?s left usYou have a kind master, that won?t refuse to sell youI?ll buy you and the boy;?God helping me, I will!? ?O, dreadful! if you should be taken?? ?I won?t be taken, Eliza; I?ll die first! I?ll be free, or I?ll die!? ?You won?t kill yourself!? ?No need of thatThey will kill me, fast enough; they never will get me down the river alive!? ?O, George, for my sake, do be careful! Don?t do anything wicked; don?t lay hands on yourself, or anybody else! You are tempted too much?too much; but don?t?go you must?but go carefully, prudently; pray God to help you ?Well, then, Eliza, hear my planMas?r took it into his head to send me right by here, with a note to MrSymmes, that lives a mile pastI believe he expected I should come here to tell you what I haveIt would please him, if he thought it would aggravate ?Shelby?s folks,? as he calls ?emI?m going home quite resigned, you understand, as if all was overI?ve got some preparations made,?and there are those that will help me; and, in the course of a week or so, I shall be among the missing, some dayPray for me, Eliza; perhaps the good Lord will hear you ?O, pray yourself, George, and go trusting in him; then you won?t do anything wicked ?Well, now, good-by,? said George, holding Eliza?s hands, and gazing into her eyes, without movingThey stood silent; then there were last words, and sobs, and bitter weeping,?such parting as those may make whose hope to meet again is as the spider?s web,?and the husband and wife were parted Chapter 4 An Evening in Uncle Tom?s Cabin The cabin of Uncle Tom was a small log building, close adjoining to ?the house,? as the negro par excellence designates his master?s shop dwelling

   I saw something like them in Hampton Court, but...
[05/05/2010 5:41 am]
I saw something like them in Hampton Court, but they were worn and frayed and moth-eatenBut still in none of the rooms is there a mirrorThere is not even a toilet glass on my table, and I had to get the little shaving glass from my bag before I could either shave or brush my hairI have not yet seen a servant anywhere, or heard a sound near the castle except the howling of wolvesSome time after I had finished my meal, I do not know whether to call it breakfast or dinner, for it was between five and six o'clock when I had it, I looked about for something to read, for I did not like to go about the castle until I had asked the Count's permissionThere was absolutely nothing in the room, book, newspaper, or even writing materials, so I opened another door in the room and found a sort of libraryThe door opposite mine I tried, but found locked In the library I found, to my great delight, a vast number of English books, whole shelves full of them, and bound volumes of magazines and newspapersA table in the centre was littered with English magazines and newspapers, though none of them were of very recent dateThe books were of the most varied kind, history, geography, politics, political economy, botany, geology, law, all relating to England and English life and customs and mannersThere were even such books of reference as the London Directory, the "Red" and "Blue" books, Whitaker's Almanac, the Army and Navy Lists, and it somehow gladdened my heart to see it, the Law List Whilst I was looking at the books, the door opened, and the Count enteredHe saluted me in a hearty way, and hoped that I had had a good night's rest "I am glad you found your way in here, for I am sure there is much that will interest youThese companions," and he laid his hand on some of the books, "have been good friends to me, and for some years past, ever since I had the idea of going to London, have given me many, many hours of pleasureThrough them I have come to know your great England, and to know her is to love herI long to go through the crowded streets of your mighty London, to be in the midst of the whirl and rush of humanity, to share its life, its change, its death, and all that makes it what it isBut alas! As yet I only know your tongue through booksTo you, my friend, I look that I know it to speak "But, Count," I said, "You know and speak English thoroughly!" He bowed gravely "I thank you, my friend, for your all too-flattering estimate, but yet I fear that I am but a little way on the road I would travelTrue, I know the grammar and the words, but yet I know not how to speak them "Indeed," I said, "You speak excellently "Not so," he answered"Well, I know that, did I move and speak in your London, none there are who would not know me for a strangerThat is not enough for meThe common people know me, and I am masterBut a stranger in a strange land, he is no oneMen know him not, and to know not is to care not forI am content if I am like the rest, so that no man stops if he sees me, or pauses in his speaking if he hears my words, 'Ha, ha! A stranger!' I have been so long master that I would be master still, or at least that none other should be master of meYou come to me not alone as agent of my friend Peter Hawkins, of Exeter, to tell me all about my new estate in LondonYou shall, I trust, rest here with me a while, so that by our talking I may learn the English intonationAnd I would that you tell me when I make error, even of the smallest, in my speakingI am sorry that I had to be away so long today, but you will, I know forgive one who has so many important affairs in hand Of course I said all I could about being willing, and asked if I might come into that room when I choseHe answered, "Yes, certainly," and added "You may go anywhere you wish in the castle, except where the doors are locked, where of course you will not wish to goThere is reason that all things are as they are, and did you see with my eyes and know with my knowledge, you would perhaps better understand I said I was sure of this, and then he went on "We are in Transylvania, and Transylvania is not shop England

   We men are determined, nay, are we not pledged,...
[03/05/2010 9:05 pm]
We men are determined, nay, are we not pledged, to destroy this monster? But it is no part for a womanEven if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors and hereafter she may suffer, both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreamsAnd, besides, she is young woman and not so long married, there may be other things to think of some time, if not nowYou tell me she has wrote all, then she must consult with us, but tomorrow she say goodbye to this work, and we go alone I agreed heartily with him, and then I told him what we had found in his absence, that the house which Dracula had bought was the very next one to my ownHe was amazed, and a great concern seemed to come on him "Oh that we had known it before!" he said, "for then we might have reached him in time to save poor LucyHowever, 'the milk that is spilt cries not out afterwards,' as you sayWe shall not think of that, but go on our way to the end Then he fell into a silence that lasted till we entered my own gatewayBefore we went to prepare for dinner he said to MrsHarker, "I am told, Madam Mina, by my friend John that you and your husband have put up in exact order all things that have been, up to this moment "Not up to this moment, Professor," she said impulsively, "but up to this morning "But why not up to now? We have seen hitherto how good light all the little things have madeWe have told our secrets, and yet no one who has told is the worse for itHarker began to blush, and taking a paper from her pockets, she said, "DrVan Helsing, will you read this, and tell me if it must go inIt is my record of todayI too have seen the need of putting down at present everything, however trivial, but there is little in this except what is personalMust it go in?" The Professor read it over gravely, and handed it back, saying, "It need not go in if you do not wish it, but I pray that it mayIt can but make your husband love you the more, and all us, your friends, more honour you, as well as more esteem and love She took it back with another blush and a bright smile And so now, up to this very hour, all the records we have are complete and in orderThe Professor took away one copy to study after dinner, and before our meeting, which is fixed for nine o'clockThe rest of us have already read everything, so when we meet in the study we shall all be informed as to facts, and can arrange our plan of battle with this terrible and mysterious enemy MINA HARKER'S JOURNAL 30 SeptemberSeward's study two hours after dinner, which had been at six o'clock, we unconsciously formed a sort of board or committeeProfessor Van Helsing took the head of the table, to which DrSeward motioned him as he came into the roomHe made me sit next to him on his right, and asked me to act as secretaryJonathan sat next to meOpposite us were Lord Godalming, DrMorris, Lord Godalming being next the Professor, and Dr The Professor said, "I may, I suppose, take it that we are all acquainted with the facts that are in these papers We all expressed assent, and he went on, "Then it were, I think, good that I tell you something of the kind of enemy with which we have to dealI shall then make known to you something of the history of this man, which has been ascertained for meSo we then can discuss how we shall act, and can take our measure according "There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they existEven had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoplesI admit that at the first I was shop sceptic

   There is no doubt his view was the just one...
[02/05/2010 9:19 pm]
There is no doubt his view was the just one Yet such is the state of ignorance which exists on these subjects, that I have several times heard him mentioned as one of the greatest mathematicians of the age [This of course could only have happened in England But in this as in all other points, the precision with which he comprehended and retained all he had ever learned, especially of the elementary applications of mathematics to physics, was such, that he possessed greater command over those subjects than many of far more extensive knowledge In associating with Wollaston, you perceived that the predominant principle was to avoid error; in the society of Davy, you saw that it was the desire to see and make known truth Wollaston never could have been a poet; Davy might have been a great one A question which I put, successively, to each of these distinguished philosophers, will show how very differently a subject may be viewed by minds even of the highest order About the time MrPerkins was making his experiments on the compression of water, I was much struck with the mechanical means he had brought to bear on the subject, and was speculating on other applications of it, which I will presently mentionWollaston one morning in the shop of a bookseller, I proposed this question: If two volumes of hydrogen and one of oxygen are mixed together in a vessel, and if by mechanical pressure they can be so condensed as to become of the same specific gravity as water, will the gases under these circumstances unite and form water? "What do you think they will do?" said Dr I replied, that I should rather expect they would unite "I see no reason to suppose it," said he I then inquired whether he thought the experiment worth making He answered, that he did not, for that he should think it would certainly not succeed A few days after, I proposed the same question to Sir Humphry Davy He at once said, "they will become water, of course;" and on my inquiring whether he thought the experiment worth making, he observed that it was a good experiment, but one which it was hardly necessary to make, as it must succeed These were off-hand answers, which it might perhaps be hardly fair to have recorded, had they been of persons of less eminent talent: and it adds to the curiosity of the circumstance to mention, that I believe DrWollaston's reason for supposing no union would take place, arose from the nature of the electrical relations of the two gases remaining unchanged, an objection which did not weigh with the philosopher whose discoveries had given birth to it [The result of the experiment appeared, and still appears to me, to be of the highest importance; and I will shortly state the views with which it was connected The next great discovery in chemistry to definite proportions, will be to find means of forming all the simple unions of one atom with one, with two, or with more of say other substance: and it occurred to me that the gaseous bodies presented the fairest chance of success; and that if wishing, for instance, to unite four atoms of one substance with one of another, we could, by mechanical means, reduce the mixed gases to the same specific gravity as the substance would possess which resulted from their union, then either that such union would actually take place, or the particles of the two substances would be most favourably situated for the action of caloric, electricity, or other causes, to produce the combination It would indeed seem to follow, that if combination should take place under such circumstances, then the most probable proportion in which the atoms would unite, should be that which furnished a fluid of the least specific gravity: but until the experiments are made, it is by no means certain that other combinations might not be produced The singular minuteness of the particles of bodies submitted by DrWollaston to chemical analysis, has excited the admiration of all those who have had the good fortune to witness his experiments; and the methods he employed deserve to be much more widely known It appears to me that a great mistake exists on the subject It has been adduced as one of those facts which prove the extraordinary acuteness of the bodily senses of the individual, --a circumstance which, if it were true, would add but little to his philosophical character; I am, however, inclined to view it in a far different light, and to see in it one of the natural results of the admirable precision of his knowledge During the many opportunities I have enjoyed of seeing his minute experiments, I remember but one instance in which I noticed any remarkable difference in the acuteness of his bodily faculties, either of his hearing, his sight, or of his sense of smell, from those of other persons who possessed them in a good degreeSouth's observatory, and the object was, the dots on the declination circle of his equatorial; but, in this instance, DrWollaston did not attempt to TEACH ME HOW TO SEE THEM He never showed me an almost microscopic wire, which was visible to his, and invisible to my own eye: even in the beautiful experiments he made relative to sounds inaudible to certain ears, he never produced a tone which was unheard by mine, although sensible to his ear; and I believe this will be found to have been the case by most of those whose minds had been much accustomed to experimental inquiries, and who possessed their faculties unimpaired by illness or by age It was a much more valuable property on which the success of such inquiries depended It arose from the perfect attention which he could command, and the minute precision with which he examined every object A striking illustration of the fact that an object is frequently not seen, FROM NOT KNOWING HOW TO SEE IT, rather than from any defect in the organ of vision, occurred to me some years since, when on a visit at Slough Herschel on the dark lines seen in the solar spectrum by Fraunhofer, he inquired whether I had seen them; and on my replying in the negative, and expressing a great desire to see them, he mentioned the extreme difficulty he had had, even with Fraunhofer's description in his hand and the long time which it had cost him in detecting them My friend then added, "I will prepare the apparatus, and put you in such a position that they shall be visible, and yet you shall look for them and not find them: after which, while you remain in the same position, I will instruct you how to see them, and you shall see them, and not merely wonder you did not see them before, but you shall find it impossible to look at the spectrum without seeing them On looking as I was directed, notwithstanding the previous warning, I did not see them; and after some time I inquired how they might be seen, when the prediction of MrHerschel was completely fulfilled It was this attention to minute phenomena which DrWollaston applied with such powerful effect to chemistry In the ordinary cases of precipitation the cloudiness is visible in a single drop as well as in a gallon of a solution; and in those cases where the cloudiness is so slight, as to require a mass of fluid to render it visible, previous evaporation, quickly performed on slips of window glass, rendered the solution more concentrated The true value of this minute chemistry arises from its cheapness and the extreme rapidity with which it can be accomplished: it may, in hands like those of Wollaston, be used for discovery, but not for shop measure

   There is not on earth a more merciless exactor of...
[01/05/2010 9:11 pm]
There is not on earth a more merciless exactor of love from others than a thoroughly selfish woman; and the more unlovely she grows, the more jealously and scrupulously she exacts love, to the uttermost farthingClare began to drop off those gallantries and small attentions which flowed at first through the habitude of courtship, he found his sultana no way ready to resign her slave; there were abundance of tears, poutings, and small tempests, there were discontents, pinings, upbraidingsClare was good-natured and self-indulgent, and sought to buy off with presents and flatteries; and when Marie became mother to a beautiful daughter, he really felt awakened, for a time, to something like tendernessClare?s mother had been a woman of uncommon elevation and purity of character, and he gave to his child his mother?s name, fondly fancying that she would prove a reproduction of her imageThe thing had been remarked with petulant jealousy by his wife, and she regarded her husband?s absorbing devotion to the child with suspicion and dislike; all that was given to her seemed so much taken from herselfFrom the time of the birth of this child, her health gradually sunkA life of constant inaction, bodily and mental,?the friction of ceaseless ennui and discontent, united to the ordinary weakness which attended the period of maternity,?in course of a few years changed the blooming young belle into a yellow faded, sickly woman, whose time was divided among a variety of fanciful diseases, and who considered herself, in every sense, the most ill-used and suffering person in existence There was no end of her various complaints; but her principal forte appeared to lie in sick-headache, which sometimes would confine her to her room three days out of sixAs, of course, all family arrangements fell into the hands of servants, StClare found his menage anything but comfortableHis only daughter was exceedingly delicate, and he feared that, with no one to look after her and attend to her, her health and life might yet fall a sacrifice to her mother?s inefficiencyHe had taken her with him on a tour to Vermont, and had persuaded his cousin, Miss Ophelia StClare, to return with him to his southern residence; and they are now returning on this boat, where we have introduced them to our readers And now, while the distant domes and spires of New Orleans rise to our view, there is yet time for an introduction to Miss Ophelia Whoever has travelled in the New England States will remember, in some cool village, the large farmhouse, with its clean-swept grassy yard, shaded by the dense and massive foliage of the sugar maple; and remember the air of order and stillness, of perpetuity and unchanging repose, that seemed to breathe over the whole placeNothing lost, or out of order; not a picket loose in the fence, not a particle of litter in the turfy yard, with its clumps of lilac bushes growing up under the windowsWithin, he will remember wide, clean rooms, where nothing ever seems to be doing or going to be done, where everything is once and forever rigidly in place, and where all household arrangements move with the punctual exactness of the old clock in the cornerIn the family ?keeping-room,? as it is termed, he will remember the staid, respectable old book-case, with its glass doors, where Rollin?s History,1 Milton?s Paradise Lost, Bunyan?s Pilgrim?s Progress, and Scott?s Family Bible,2 stand side by side in decorous order, with multitudes of other books, equally solemn and respectableThere are no servants in the house, but the lady in the snowy cap, with the spectacles, who sits sewing every afternoon among her daughters, as if nothing ever had been done, or were to be done,?she and her girls, in some long-forgotten fore part of the day, ?did up the work,? and for the rest of the time, probably, at all hours when you would see them, it is ?done up The old kitchen floor never seems stained or spotted; the tables, the chairs, and the various cooking utensils, never seem deranged or disordered; though three and sometimes four meals a day are got there, though the family washing and ironing is there performed, and though pounds of butter and cheese are in some silent and mysterious manner there brought into existence On such a farm, in such a house and family, Miss Ophelia had spent a quiet existence of some forty-five years, when her cousin invited her to visit his southern mansionThe eldest of a large family, she was still considered by her father and mother as one of ?the children,? and the proposal that she should go to Orleans was a most momentous one to the family circleThe old gray-headed father took down Morse?s Atlas3 out of the book-case, and looked out the exact latitude and longitude; and read Flint?s Travels in the South and West,4 to make up his own mind as to the nature of the country The good mother inquired, anxiously, ?if Orleans wasn?t an awful wicked place,? saying, ?that it seemed to her most equal to going to the Sandwich Islands, or anywhere among the heathen It was known at the minister?s and at the doctor?s, and at Miss Peabody?s milliner shop, that Ophelia StClare was ?talking about? going away down to Orleans with her cousin; and of course the whole village could do no less than help this very important process of taking about the matterThe minister, who inclined strongly to abolitionist views, was quite doubtful whether such a step might not tend somewhat to encourage the southerners in holding on to their slaves; while the doctor, who was a stanch colonizationist, inclined to the opinion that Miss Ophelia ought to go, to show the Orleans people that we don?t think hardly of them, after allHe was of opinion, in fact, that southern people needed encouragingWhen however, the fact that she had resolved to go was fully before the public mind, she was solemnly invited out to tea by all her friends and neighbors for the space of a fortnight, and her prospects and plans duly canvassed and inquired intoMiss Moseley, who came into the house to help to do the dress-making, acquired daily accessions of importance from the developments with regard to Miss Ophelia?s wardrobe which she had been enabled to makeIt was credibly ascertained that Squire Sinclare, as his name was commonly contracted in the neighborhood, had counted out fifty dollars, and given them to Miss Ophelia, and told her to buy any clothes she thought best; and that two new silk dresses, and a bonnet, had been sent for from BostonAs to the propriety of this extraordinary outlay, the public mind was divided,?some affirming that it was well enough, all things considered, for once in one?s life, and others stoutly affirming that the money had better have been sent to the missionaries; but all parties agreed that there had been no such parasol seen in those parts as had been sent on from New York, and that she had one silk dress that might fairly be trusted to stand alone, whatever might be said of its mistressThere were credible rumors, also, of a hemstitched pocket-handkerchief; and report even went so far as to state that Miss Ophelia had one pocket-handkerchief with lace all around it,?it was even added that it was worked in the corners; but this latter point was never satisfactorily ascertained, and remains, in fact, unsettled to this day Miss Ophelia, as you now behold her, stands before you, in a very shining brown linen travelling-dress, tall, square-formed, and angularHer face was thin, and rather sharp in its outlines; the lips compressed, like those of a person who is in the habit of making up her mind definitely on all subjects; while the keen, dark eyes had a peculiarly searching, advised movement, and travelled over everything, as if they were looking for something to take care of All her movements were sharp, decided, and energetic; and, though she was never much of a talker, her words were remarkably direct, and to the purpose, when she did speak In her habits, she was a living impersonation of order, method, and exactnessIn punctuality, she was as inevitable as a clock, and as inexorable as a railroad engine; and she held in most decided contempt and abomination anything of a contrary character The great sin of sins, in her eyes,?the sum of all evils,?was expressed by one very common and important word in her vocabulary??shiftlessness Her finale and ultimatum of contempt consisted in a very emphatic pronunciation of the word ?shiftless;? and by this she characterized all modes of procedure which had not a direct and inevitable relation to accomplishment of some purpose then definitely had in shop mind

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