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. 1865 Excerpt: ...as you can see them. And there is a dreadful dumpsy-daisy look about the eye and eyebrows. As much as to say, I care considerably less than nothing about you. And the voice, too--it is amazingly peculiar. I am well enough descended, but somehow it never made me despise anybody. I never could help seeing equal humanity ...
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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. 1865 Excerpt: ...as you can see them. And there is a dreadful dumpsy-daisy look about the eye and eyebrows. As much as to say, I care considerably less than nothing about you. And the voice, too--it is amazingly peculiar. I am well enough descended, but somehow it never made me despise anybody. I never could help seeing equal humanity in every living creature, however poor and forlorn. And my father did before me. Perhaps if he had been an aristocrat I should have been one. But he had too much sense--too much real character and manhood. I am half inclined to think I have. That is, I have not a vein or an iota of uppish blood in me, --and it must be owing to something. I have not any superfluity of sense, but too much to be an aristocrat. Finally, it does not take much to be an aristocrat. I guess aristocracy is lack of sense, as much as anything. Sense--of a certain sort--may accompany it, or be in the same creature. But it is a senseless concern, and, moreover, superlatively hateful. GOD SAVE THE PEOPLE. BY EBENEZEB. ELLIOTT. When wilt thou save the people! (), God of mery, when? Not kings and lords, but nations! Not thrones and orowns, but men; Flowers of thy heart, 0 God, are they! Let them not pass, like weeds, away, --Their heritage a winter's day! God save the people. Shall crime breed crime for ever? Strength aiding still the strong! Is it thy will, 0 Father, That man should toil for wrong? "No!" say thy mountains; "No!" thy skies; "Man's clouded sun shall brightly rise, And songs ascend instead of sighs." God save the people. When wilt thou save the people! 0, God of mercy, when? The people, Lord, the people! Not thrones and crowns, but men! God save the people! thine they are--Thy children, as thy angels fair, --Save them from bondage and...
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