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Newcastle & Lake Macquarie · The wars & local soldiers
96 stories in Newcastle & Lake Macquarie's papers · page 2 of 5
But yet, oh man! rage not beyond thy need; Deem it not glory to swelt in ty[?]anny Thou art of blood joy not to see things bleed. Thou fearest death: think they are loth to die…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →AT the word 'write,' Judas—Pilnitz was his real name—with a methodical air, opened one of the numerous portfolios on the stable before him, and dipped his pen—of steel,…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →WHAT can this all mean?" demanded Henri Before his friend could reply to him the working of a spring was heard, and the windows…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Scorn arms the soul with stern endurance, Which e'en oppression cannot vanquish. —HEIR OF THE SEPT. When Baron Tichoff received the polite and…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →WHO are you?' demanded Issoff, the Arminean. 'The Baroness Tichoff.' 'The wife of the director of the secret…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Despair takes heart when there's no hope to speed; The coward then takes arms and does the deed. HERRICK. THE morning was far advanced when Baron…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Oh! 'tis excellent have a giant's strength; but it is tyrannous use it like a giant.—SHAKESPEARE. When the prisoners alighted from the…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Oh, all-preparing Providence divine! In thy huge book what secrets are enrolled! What sundry helps doth they great power assign, To prop the course which thou intend'st to hold…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →WHAT are you doing there? he said, approaching the door. Are you an Englishman? demanded Jack Well, I believe I am What are you?'…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →AMONGST the bubbles which daily start into life, pass an ephemeral existence, and then vanish into air, the magnificient project of Francis Bailey turned out one of the…
Continued on Trove, page 3 →HONOR is the soul of friendship; the spirit having fled let us bury the rotton carcas. Good morning Mr Vavasseur.' With these words, the high minded owner of…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →THE two travellers, who were far better acquainted with the nature of government in Russia than the speaker, smiled at the idea of any one venturing to brave in imperial despot…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Conscience, what art thou? then tremendous power! who dust inhabit us without our leave; And art within ourselves another self, A master-self that loves to domineer…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →The knowledge which as sprits its we obtain Is to be valued in the midst of pain. Annihilation were to lose heaven more; They are not quite exiled whose thoughts can soar…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →WITHOUT waiting to any further remonstrance on the subject, the speaker took his departure leaving the exiles with the friend whom Providence had so unexpectedly…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →SHE next offered them the bread and salt, of which they each partook, though Charles only understood the meaning of the latter…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →TWO of the largest had fallen, so as to form a sort of arch or cave of too considerable a depth even for the snow-drift to penetrate. It was well known to the hunters, who not…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →Why should man despair? are there not moments Which repay a life of suffering? Who can tell If heaven in mercy bath not marked. In Titue's dark calendar, one such blest, hour,…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →This sour informer, this bate-breeding spy, This canker that eats up love's tender spring, This carry-tale—dissentions Jealousy— That sometimes true news, sometimes false, doth bring…
Continued on Trove, page 4 →THE young Frenchman promised, if possible, to restrain himself. 'Does he never speak of his family?' he demanded; 'of the wife whom he must have…
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