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Title: The Century book of famous Americans : the story of a young people's pilgrimage to historic homes
Year: 1896 (1890s)
Authors: Brooks, Elbridge Streeter, 1846-1902
Subjects: Historic buildings -- United States United States -- Description and travel
Publisher: New York : Century Co.
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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w, said Jack. Butseems to me our liberty-or-cleath friend might have braced up and stuckto thin0-5. Well, I suppose he would have done so had he been better satisfiedwith the way things were going, Uncle Tom replied. But, you see, therewas a lot of criticism afloat in those early clays of the republic, and that wasone thino- that Parick Henry could not stand. He hated to have his mo- o J tives questioned, and he chafed under restraint. That, in fact, was one causeof his eloquence. As an orator he had remarkable powers ; but as a leaderhe was uncertain and a bit headstrong, so that he often found his boat introubled waters. But Washington trusted him, asserted Bert. Yes; Washington saw his good points and appreciated his sincer-ity, devotion, and loyalty, Uncle Tom replied. Washington could handlehim, and it is certainly to the credit of Patrick Henry that two such wiseand well-balanced men as Washington and Adams stood his friends anddefenders. AT THE GATEWAY OF THE WEST 97
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WASHINGTON, PATRICK HENRY, AND EDMUND PENDLETON.On their way to Philadelphia as delegates to the First Continental Congress. Their study of Patrick Henrys character was resumed when, next day.they, as Jack expressed it, crossed his tracks again in Richmond. It was in the old church of St. John, a plain but picturesque old bit ofpre-Revolutionary architecture, standing on Church Hill, on the corner ofBroadway and Twenty-fourth streets. A trolley car left them at the gate.Christine declared she never could gfet used to the strange mixture of the old o o and the new— trolley cars and Patrick Henry ! she exclaimed. The sexton came from his little office building and unlocked the sidedoor of the old church, which, he explained, had been considerably enlargedsince Revolutionary days. It must have been a bandbox then, was Marians comment, for it is ntvery big now. But larg;e or small, it was bio- with interest for them all. For when the o o sexton, pointing to the third pew in the little b

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