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Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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the story was done and the meal wasended, he rose to his feet and looked at himselfin the glass. Christopher! said he, I shouldlike very much to come face to face with thisJerry Abershaw of yours! For which Anthony thought him the very finestof fellows. Mr. Barton Boothby asked both to dine withhim the next evening at Slaughters Coffee-House, in St. Martins Lane. Constable excusedhimself, saying that he had arranged to meetwith a cousin of his, who had promised to intro- down Ludgate Hill as the morning sun was touch-ing the dome of St. Pauls. Anthonys sleep had been but dozing through-out the night: in the first place, the coach jolted;in the second, unused to traveling, he awokewhenever the coach pulled up; and, thirdly, hecould not for the life of him remember when andwhere, on a previous occasion, he had heard aman use the exclamation Christopher! Chapter XVII THE OLDE HOUSE IN WEST STREET It is not easy, in the face of the well-orderedLondon of to-day, to imagine the same streets
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THE YOUNG MAN HAILED THE COACH AS IT PASSED duce him into the colony of famous artists that,before the foundation of the Academy, congre-gated in the vicinity of Greek Street, Soho. ButAnthony accepted with pleasure, and promised topresent himself at the coffee-house at the hournamed. After that they returned to the coach, where,as the dusk was upon them, they wrapped them-selves in their coats; and after an uncomfortablenight, with many delays and much changing ofhorses, they arrived at their destination, drivingVol. XXXVII.-91. a hundred years ago. We can barely realize thehardships and discomforts that our grandfathershad to put up with; and on that account, perhaps,the days of George the Third seem merrier thanthey were. Of course we have progressed. The old, moreviolent customs have died away under the watch-ful eye of the police: men no longer run eachother through in duels or street brawls. To-daywe think of battle, murder, and sudden deathas among the most terrible things we k

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