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New Pieces That Will Take Prizes in Speaking Contests (Classic Reprint)
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Page 390 - Who can tell the new thoughts that have been awakened, the ambitions fired, and the high achievements that will be wrought through this exposition ? Gentlemen, let us ever remember that our interest is in concord, not conflict ; and that our real eminence rests in the victories of peace, not those of war.
Page 93 - It is too probable that no plan we propose will be adopted. Perhaps another dreadful conflict is to be sustained. If, to please the people, we offer what we ourselves disapprove, how can we afterward defend our work ? Let us raise a standard to which the wise and the honest can repair ; the event is in the hand of God.
Page 227 - The huge green fragment of ice on which she alighted pitched and creaked as her weight came on it, but she stayed there not a moment. With wild cries and desperate energy she leaped to another and still another cake ; — stumbling, — leaping, — slipping, — springing upwards again! Her shoes are gone, — her stockings cut from her feet, — while blood marked every step ; but she saw nothing, felt nothing, till dimly, as in a dream, she saw the Ohio side, aud a man helping her up the bank.
Page 387 - Our capacity to produce has developed so enormously and our products have so multiplied that the problem of more markets requires our urgent and immediate attention.
Page 385 - The quick gathering and transmission of news, like rapid transit, are of recent origin and are only made possible by the genius of the inventor and the courage of the investor. It took a special messenger of the government, with every facility known at the time for rapid travel, nineteen days to...
Page 218 - long twel he spy de Tar-Baby, en den he fotch up on his behime legs like he wuz 'stonished. De Tar-Baby, she sot dar, she did, en Brer Fox, he lay low. " 'Mawnin'!' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee — 'nice wedder dis mawnin',' sezee. "Tar-Baby ain't sayin' nothin', en Brer Fox, he lay low. " 'How duz yo' sym'tums seem ter segashuate?
Page 219 - Brer Rabbit draw back wid his fis' , he did, en blip he tuck 'er side er de head. Right dar's whar he broke his merlasses jug. His fis' stuck, en he can't pull loose. De tar hilt 'im. But Tar-Baby, she stay still, en Brer Fox, he lay low. '"Ef you don't lemme loose, I'll knock you agin,' sez Brer Rabbit, sezee, en wid dat he fotch 'er a wipe wid de udder han', en dat stuck. Tar-Baby, she ain't sayin' nuthin', en Brer Fox he lay low.
Page 385 - The wisdom and energy of all the nations are none too great for the world's work. The success of art, science, industry, and invention is an international asset and a common glory. "After all, how near one to the other is every part of the world ! Modern inventions have brought into close relation widely separated peoples and made them better acquainted. Geographic and political divisions will continue to exist, but distances have been effaced.
Page 182 - hopes Mas'r won't set me at that. It's what I an't used to — never did — and can't do, no way possible." "Ye'll larn a pretty smart chance of things ye never did know before I've done with ye!" said Legree, taking up a cowhide and striking Tom a heavy blow across the cheek, and following up the infliction by a shower of blows. "There!" he said, as he stopped to rest, "now will ye tell me ye can't do it?" "Yes, Mas'r," said Tom, putting up his hand to wipe the blood that trickled down his face.
Page 183 - What! ye blasted black beast! tell me ye don't think it right to do what I tell ye! What have any of you cussed cattle to do with thinking what's right? I'll put a stop to it! Why, what do ye think ye are? May be ye think ye'ra gentleman, master Tom, to be a telling your master what's right, and what an't! So you pretend it's wrong to flog the gal!