Identifier: centuryillustratv37newy (find matches)
Title: The century illustrated monthly magazine
Year: 1882 (1880s)
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Subjects: American literature
Publisher: New York : Century Co.
Contributing Library: Lincoln Financial Foundation Collection
Digitizing Sponsor: The Institute of Museum and Library Services through an Indiana State Library LSTA Grant

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e conduct of home. I was made to saymy prayers every night, a good example wasalways set before me, and sound moral princi-ples were continually instilled into my youthfulmind. The prayers I used to rattle off—usuallythinking of something else while I was sayingthem — as quickly as religious decorum andmy mother would permit, and the sound moralprinciples and good examples seemed to havethe effect of making me the champion execu-tioner of all the stray cats in our neighborhood.The banging of a tin kettle tied to the tail of anunlucky dog was music to my childish ears;and much as I love animals now, in the in-nocence of childhood I pursued them withsuch energy that had Mr. Bergh held hiscommission in those days I should have beenoftener seen in the police court than at Sunday-school. ii. further recollections of childhood. My mother had a friend in Philadelphia, aMrs. Neal, who kept a bookstore in Sixthstreet, near Chestnut; she was the mother THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OE JOSEPH JEFEERSON.
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TYRONE POWER. (AFTER THE STEEL PLATE ENGRAVED BY C. TURNER FROM THE PAINTING BY JOHNSIMPSON. PUBLISHED BY \V. KENNETH.) of Joe Neal, the young author of the Char-coal Sketches. I was a great favorite withher. She always wore a black dress with awhite cap; the cap had a little fluted frillaround it, very prim, and very much starched.She was a dear old lady, with a sweet smileand large, wide blue eyes, just the credulousand confiding sort of person that a boy of sevencould wind around his little finger; consequentlyI could make her believe anything. My imagination was wonderfully fertile : Icould at the shortest notice get up a harrow-ing tale of woe that would make the stiff frillson her cap fairly tremble with benevolent agi-tation. Now it so happened about this timethat I was in a state of insolvency, being heavilyin debt at the candy-store, and sorely pressedby an exacting peanut-man at the corner. IfI was short of a penny or two — usually thecase with me — I would dishevel my h

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