Books with author Mrs. Cecil Hall

Mid Atlantic. Dearest M. I sadly fear I must have contributed more paving-stones for a certain region; for many good resolutions did I make in starting, and not one of them has been kept, not even so much as writing daily a portion of a letter to be sent home from New York. And now my long story will have to be cut short, and the doings of the last fifteen days will have to be crowded into a very limited space; for we are in sight of land, and our excitement can only be compared to that of school boys the last day of the term. The joy of landing will not be unmingled with regrets in parting from our fellow-passengers, with whom we have become fast friends; and we are inclined mutually to believe in transmigration of souls, and that we must have known each other in some prior state. Some are going into Minnesota, three of them having bought 13,000 acres in the Red River valley, which they are going to farm on a large scale, and hope in four years to have made fortunes, another owns mines in Colorado, having been one of the first pioneers of the San Juan district; he is in a fair way to a princely fortune. I fear golden apples will not be strewn on our paths, even though we are bound the furthest west. Fifteen days have we been out of sight of land; two days out from Queenstown we broke a piston-rod, which obliged us to lay to, in a fearfully rough sea, for five hours. Next day one of our four boilers burst, and again another piston-rod; which accidents, combined with contrary winds and heavy seas, reduced our speed to nearly half for the remainder of the journey. Our spirits have not flagged, as, thanks to various small games such as pitch-and-toss, running races when the ship was rolling, quoits, and cards, we have not found time unbearably long. The last few days we have had big sweepstakes on the run of the ship; but, unfortunately, none of our party have won them. One evening we had a concert; but you may imagine the talent on board was not great when they had to call upon one of us to accompany the prima donna, and the other to sing a second in a duet; another evening we danced—or rather tried to—our band consisting of a concertina and a flute, played by two of the steerage passengers, but the vessel rolled so persistently that we often lost our equilibrium and reeled like drunken men and women. I must stop: curiosity bids me go on deck. We shall shortly be in the quarantine harbour, the entrance of which is said to be very fine; though I very much doubt our being able to see anything, as, in spite of being in this much boasted climate of the new world, it is raining and is dull enough to rejoice the hearts of true John Bulls like your daughter’s

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Excerpt from There Is No Hurry!: A TaleAs if to give the strongest dramatic effect to Charles's opinion, the nurse at that moment opened the drawing-room door, and four little laughing children rushed into the room.There - are four reasons against your e nding your income exactly as you please; unless, indeed, part 0 your plan be to pro vide for them, answered Charles very seriously.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1847 Excerpt: ...will any one be bothered with her nonsical books at this time o' day?' says I. "' Ay,' says he-'and jump,' says he. 'Sure the big booksellers would give their eyes to have a my-lady stuck at the beginning of a book, it makes such a beautiful blowcard--cuts a splash. Poor ignorant craythurs! to think that a my-lady and my-lord must write well; though it's not always by the laws of primogeniture they'd do it!' "'They don't, then,' says I, 'for I've seen a lord's writing that couldn't be read.' He fetched a laugh at that, and I tould him thin, that as the booksellers liked grandee writin', I wondered they didn't get The Duke himself to make a book--then, indeed, they'd have something worth readin'; and he laughed agin at that, and said it would be a hit. "Miss Marian, jewel, you've had a fine deal of larning--couldn't you make a book? Sure, the history of yer own life." "I've no history to tell yet-" said Marian, smiling at her nurse's opinion of her abilities; ' and even if I had, I have no name to set it off." "If you could, Johnny Donovan, the boy who tould me about Lady Bab, would tell me how you might make by it; he's porter to that big bookseller in--I forget the name of the street; he will tell me when Lady Bab and her dirty paper come to town, and thin I'll fish out news of Lady Isabel--I know she will be true to her word." "She gave no promise to serve me, nurse." "She did the same thing, my jewel: she said, 'I was to find her if ever you war in trouble of any sort or if Mrs. Jones changed.' Sure that's the same thing, isn't it? Where's the use of fishing in sorrow if we don't fish some good out of it?--One don't want to hear when such as you is in trouble, but only just to get ye out of it.&...

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Excerpt from The Juvenile Forget-Me-Not: A Christmas and New Year's Gift, or Birth-Day Present, 1833With choicest flowers from two fair wreaths, To twine a fairer still.Reader! Full many a flower thou'lt find Our moral wreath adorn, That springs not in Life's sterile path The rose without the thorn; The nightshade's rich and regal hues, Without the bane it bears; The bloom that fleets not with the sun; The wheat without the tares.In riper age and graver hours, Thou 'lt think upon the rhymes Thou readest now, and sighing say, Ah, those were happy times!Happy, ere Sorrow came to plant The thorn, or Death to sever.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from There Is No Hurry!: A TaleAs if to give the strongest dramatic effect to Charles's opinion, the nurse at that moment opened the drawing-room door, and four little laughing children rushed into the room.There - are four reasons against your e nding your income exactly as you please; unless, indeed, part 0 your plan be to pro vide for them, answered Charles very seriously.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from Marian, or a Young Maid's FortunesIN the year 1816, on one of those damp, dull, misty mornings, so peculiar to our English climate and the month of Novem ber. And just as the sleepy watchman had called Past five o'clock. My story commences. Along the line of Sloane Street a woman was pacing some what rapidly, her figure enveloped ia a scanty grey cloak which reached only to her knees, and her face was shaded by a black silk bonnet. Having passed Cadogan Place, her pat tens clicking at every step, and marking the speed at which she'travelled, she encountered the drowsy proclaimer of the hour, who was at the moment watching with anxiety for the first streak of light that might serve as authority for leaving his chill and wearisome beat.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Juvenile Forget-Me-Not: A Christmas and New Year's Gift, or Birth-Day Present, 1833With choicest flowers from two fair wreaths, To twine a fairer still.Reader! Full many a flower thou'lt find Our moral wreath adorn, That springs not in Life's sterile path The rose without the thorn; The nightshade's rich and regal hues, Without the bane it bears; The bloom that fleets not with the sun; The wheat without the tares.In riper age and graver hours, Thou 'lt think upon the rhymes Thou readest now, and sighing say, Ah, those were happy times!Happy, ere Sorrow came to plant The thorn, or Death to sever.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.