It is no small mischief to a boy, that many of the best years of his l >>
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Nothing is so well calculated to produce a death-like torpor in the co >>
When distant and unfamiliar and complex things are communicated to gre >>
In old days men had the rack. Now they have the Press. >>
The press, that goiter of the world, swells up with the desire for con >>
The very hirelings of the press, whose trade it is to buoy up the spirits of the people. have uttered falsehoods so long, they have played off so many tricks, that their budget seems, at last, to be quite empty.