Life at Hartwell; or, Frank and his friendsWilliam P. Nimmo, 1874 - 239 pages |
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... present , except as to his proficiency in the various games then in season at Hartwell . Of course Frank's experience in athletics had been very small hitherto ; mild games of hockey with Fanny , cricket and football played in an ...
... present , except as to his proficiency in the various games then in season at Hartwell . Of course Frank's experience in athletics had been very small hitherto ; mild games of hockey with Fanny , cricket and football played in an ...
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... present . In- deed , Mrs. Fuller's object in addressing Frank just at that moment was to stop further injudi- cious talk . She had not heard quite all that Sinclair was saying , but rightly judged it was not very edifying , and so ...
... present . In- deed , Mrs. Fuller's object in addressing Frank just at that moment was to stop further injudi- cious talk . She had not heard quite all that Sinclair was saying , but rightly judged it was not very edifying , and so ...
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... present position the ' rust ' to which he had alluded must have accumulated to a startling degree , quite obliterating all trace of any original brightness of metal ! The second class was sometimes taught by Mr. Hunt , a resident master ...
... present position the ' rust ' to which he had alluded must have accumulated to a startling degree , quite obliterating all trace of any original brightness of metal ! The second class was sometimes taught by Mr. Hunt , a resident master ...
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... present , he returned with them into the large schoolroom . Here they were introduced to Mr. Hunt , who apportioned them work for the next day , putting Leslie in a more hopeful state of mind , while Sinclair left afternoon school in a ...
... present , he returned with them into the large schoolroom . Here they were introduced to Mr. Hunt , who apportioned them work for the next day , putting Leslie in a more hopeful state of mind , while Sinclair left afternoon school in a ...
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... present all we live for ? Mr. Davenal was the daily master to whom I have alluded , consequently all ' detention ' tasks in the junior school were left to Mr. Hunt's supervision ; and as soon as dinner was finished the names of all the ...
... present all we live for ? Mr. Davenal was the daily master to whom I have alluded , consequently all ' detention ' tasks in the junior school were left to Mr. Hunt's supervision ; and as soon as dinner was finished the names of all the ...
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ADELAIDE AUSTEN ALFRED TENNYSON answered Frank asked Author awfully began Ben Law Ben Lawrence Ben's Books published bound in cloth Bristol bullying Carrion Crow chap CHARLES BRUCE CHARLES NORDHOFF cheating class-room companions containing above four Davenal desk dinner eggs elegantly bound exclaimed Fable Book Fanny feeling Frank felt Frank Leslie friends give going Grange hand handsomely bound Harold Sinclair HARRIET BEECHER STOWE Hartwell College head master heart Hill Cottage holiday hour Hunt Illustrations impositions jolly JUVENILE BOOKS lesson little boys little fellow look loving mark-book mind minutes morning mother never Newman night NIMMO'S NURSERY RHYMES Oxenden papa paper pepper-box PETER GRANT playground pocket-book prayers prefect present published by William punishment replied ROYAL ILLUMINATED BOOK schoolroom seemed SHILLING Sinclair and Thornton Sir Geoffrey soon stood Stories sure Tale tell thing thought tion told trouble Walker Willie Grant Young
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Page 98 - Teach me to live, that I may dread The grave as little as my bed : Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day.
Page 89 - There is a spot of earth supremely blest, A dearer, sweeter spot than all the rest...
Page 71 - But now, being made free from sin, and become servants to God, ye have your fruit unto holiness, and the end everlasting life. For the wages of sin is death ; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.
Page 11 - A stranger yet to pain ? I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.