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... with thoughts my brain is peopled , And they sing there all day long ; But they will not fold their pinions In the little cage of song ! —Richard Henry Stoddard . The Death of Hypatia BY CHARLES KINGSLEY . [ " The Speaker 47.
... with thoughts my brain is peopled , And they sing there all day long ; But they will not fold their pinions In the little cage of song ! —Richard Henry Stoddard . The Death of Hypatia BY CHARLES KINGSLEY . [ " The Speaker 47.
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The Death of Hypatia BY CHARLES KINGSLEY . [ " Hypatia was a mathematician of Alexandria , who taught her students the philosophy of Plato . Orestes , gov- ernor of Alexandria , admired the talents of Hypatia , and frequently had ...
The Death of Hypatia BY CHARLES KINGSLEY . [ " Hypatia was a mathematician of Alexandria , who taught her students the philosophy of Plato . Orestes , gov- ernor of Alexandria , admired the talents of Hypatia , and frequently had ...
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Fagin's Last Day ( From Oliver Twist . ) BY CHARLES DICKENS . [ It will be remembered that Fagin was leader of a band of thieves , and that little Oliver Twist had once been held in the Jew's school for educating criminals . Through the ...
Fagin's Last Day ( From Oliver Twist . ) BY CHARLES DICKENS . [ It will be remembered that Fagin was leader of a band of thieves , and that little Oliver Twist had once been held in the Jew's school for educating criminals . Through the ...
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... Charles cannot be silenced . MISS PETERS ( who has set the adult chair in the circle and coaxed Mrs. Jones upon it ) . Wouldn't Tommy like to tell all the little ones the pretty story he is telling to Marion ? ( Miss Tompkins turns ...
... Charles cannot be silenced . MISS PETERS ( who has set the adult chair in the circle and coaxed Mrs. Jones upon it ) . Wouldn't Tommy like to tell all the little ones the pretty story he is telling to Marion ? ( Miss Tompkins turns ...
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... Charles Co. , Agents for Milton Bradley Co. , Publishers . MRS . SPENCER ( aside ) . Much too stout for a habit - back skirt . MRS . BANCROFT . And ruffles over the shoulders are be- coming only to slender figures . MRS . JOHNSTON ...
... Charles Co. , Agents for Milton Bradley Co. , Publishers . MRS . SPENCER ( aside ) . Much too stout for a habit - back skirt . MRS . BANCROFT . And ruffles over the shoulders are be- coming only to slender figures . MRS . JOHNSTON ...
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