The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs, and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in Past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Months, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac ... for Daily Use and Diversio, 1 tomasR. Griffin and Company, 1839 |
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... late on the eve of the new year , and until after the chimes of the clock have sounded its last hour . On new year's day the man of business pens new account - books . " A good be- ginning makes a good ending . " Let every man open an ...
... late on the eve of the new year , and until after the chimes of the clock have sounded its last hour . On new year's day the man of business pens new account - books . " A good be- ginning makes a good ending . " Let every man open an ...
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... late cardinal York . ,, He was the second son of " the Pretender , " and I was born at Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ; where he was baptized by the name of Henry Benedict Maria Clemens : he died there in 1807 , in the 83d year of his ...
... late cardinal York . ,, He was the second son of " the Pretender , " and I was born at Rome on the 26th of March 1725 ; where he was baptized by the name of Henry Benedict Maria Clemens : he died there in 1807 , in the 83d year of his ...
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... late fire ; and the subjoined engraving from the sketch is designed to perpetuate the appearance through that opening . Till then , it had been concealed from the view of passen- gers through Fleet - street by the houses destroyed , and ...
... late fire ; and the subjoined engraving from the sketch is designed to perpetuate the appearance through that opening . Till then , it had been concealed from the view of passen- gers through Fleet - street by the houses destroyed , and ...
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... late , and being quite wearied slept till an un- usually late hour the next morning , with- out a consciousness of having dreamed , or being , as I found myself , alone . With my head on the pillow I opened my eyes to an extraordinary ...
... late , and being quite wearied slept till an un- usually late hour the next morning , with- out a consciousness of having dreamed , or being , as I found myself , alone . With my head on the pillow I opened my eyes to an extraordinary ...
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... late , on condition that their persons and property should be guaranteed , and that they should , at their own option , either be sent to Toulon , or remain at Naples , without being molested either in their persons or families . This ...
... late , on condition that their persons and property should be guaranteed , and that they should , at their own option , either be sent to Toulon , or remain at Naples , without being molested either in their persons or families . This ...
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The Every-day Book and Table Book– Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Visos knygos peržiūra - 1838 |
The Every-day Book and Table Book; Or, Everlasting Calendar of Popular ... William Hone Visos knygos peržiūra - 1830 |
The Every-day Book, and Table Book; Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., 1 tomas William Hone Visos knygos peržiūra - 1826 |
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