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21Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The wing of the wind  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: From a child I have prayed as hard as I knew how, never to be led into temptation; but then I never expected I should be tempted with such a round lump as twenty thousand bright silver dollars! To tell you frankly, the temptation is irresistible. I have beat against it, but it has fairly got to the windward of me. I have weighed the whole matter and feel that I shall not again have such an opportunity to make my fortune; and so I tender you my resignation. It is better to have twenty thousand in hand, than run the chance of picking it up at sea from prizes, and then by-and-bye swing at the yard-arm of a man-of-war. I am content with the cool “XX”. I do but follow your example with the Colombians. I take this with better conscience, inasmuch as it does no injury either to the Don or his daughter; for had the money got on board they would never have come off. So, taking this moral view of the case, I shall decline going on board again. I shall take this note to the cutter and despatch it to you. I wish you a pleasant cruise, plenty of prize money, and plenty of slack to the rope that will one day be gently bent about your neck with a running noose. Your appearance on board—your gallantry,—the reflection that I owe to you more than life, impels me to address you. I owe you an apology for my past treatment of you when once you bestowed upon me your regard. I ask your forgiveness, though I have never forgiven myself. I was influenced to act as I did by representations made to my father and myself, against your character. They bore the air of truth, and were believed. Circumstances afterwards convinced me that I had done you injustice, and that you had been the victim of one whom you had ignorantly made your enemy. He deliberately plotted your ruin in my estimation, and, I am sorry to say, so far succeeded as to lead me to take a position with regard to you, which it has since deeply pained me to reflect upon. I now embrace the first opportunity—an opportunity I have long wished for—to make this avowal. It is due to myself as well as to you.
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22Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Alice May  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: I write to avail myself of my privilege and duty, as your betrothed wife, to throw myself, at a crisis which has just occured in my life, upon your love! A certain Count Bondier is persecuting me with his attentions, and although I have in every way, not absolutely to insult him, shown him my repugnance to his suit, and also distinctly and firmly declined his addresses, yet he pursues them encouraged by my father who is warmly in favor of an alliance with his powerful family through me. My father has just left me with a menace that unless I will consent to marry him at the end of three months, that he will immure me in a convent, which God knows is to be preferred. I have asked and obtained six weeks to decide. This letter will reach you in two. It will take three weeks for you to reach here. I need not ask you to fly—for my love tells me you will soon be here to claim your lover as your bride! I have just heard something that has frozen my blood! I write, I know not what! Do not come! I am lost to you forever!
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23Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Bonfield, or, The outlaw of the Bermudas  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: Still shorter was a short winter's day rendered by a heavy and gloomy mist that filled the atmosphere and made it murky twilight long before the sun went down. It had just ended, in blasts and pelting rain, when a Thames boatman, chilled and wet by exposure, and with a pair of oars upon his shoulder, entered the door of his humble abode by the river side. `I have just learned that you are desirous of communicating with the fleet under Admiral Nelson, and are looking for a fleet sailing vessel. I offer you mine, and my services at any time after twelve o'clock to-night. My schooner's sailing qualities I need not speak of as they are doubtless well-known to your lordship, for some of his Majesty's cruisers have of late tested them. I offer your lordship my services in good faith, and will perform my errand with punctuality and honesty. Though a smuggler by profession, I am an Englishman at heart. If your lordship will forget that I am the former, I will only remember that I am the latter. I pledge myself to reach Lord Nelson within eight and forty hours after I take the despatches on board if the present wind holds. `Well, you rogue, you are wanted again. You must be in London with your schooner within five days without fail. Come up under revenue colors in the day time until within ten miles of London, and then keep on after dark and anchor off a pier one mile and a half below the Tower. You will know the place by two large oaks that grow at the head of the pier and by a red light which you will see suspended in the branches of one of the oaks. You will answer this light by another in your rigging. Your motions must be secret and cautious. When you reach the place, which you must try to do at least two hours after dark (there will be a six days' moon), drop your anchor short and trail up, not furl. Lay there till you see a boat put off to you. It will hail you and ask the news from Nelson. This boat you will let come on board, when you will give yourself up to the services and interests of those who shall visit you. You will be well paid, and all you are desired to do in return is to be faithful and secret.' `Sir,—The bearer of this is Captain Bonfield. He takes out as passengers, a young woman and child. The female is deaf and dumb. You are hereby desired to receive them into, your house, and take care of them, maintaing and providing for them as for members of your own household. She is to pass for your sister, and the child as your niece. For their expenses you will draw two hundred and fifty pounds a year in addition to your present allowance, and from the same source. On no account must the woman or child be permitted to leave the island. For their safe detention you will be answerable. You will be watched. Be faithful, therefore, to those who have it in their power to injure you. Ask no questions. Preserve silence, and be discreet, and your conduct will meet with recompense. The bearer after leaving them safely in your hands, is empowered by me to receive four thousand pounds; for which an order is enclosed on — which you will endorse and present for payment. The child's name is Virginia, to which you may add your own family name; as it will henceforward grow up and be regarded as one of your own family. As soon as possible you may forget that she has ever been otherwise. The woman who is deaf and dumb you will treat with kindness and respect, and provide for all her wants, seeing that she lacks nothing for her comfort. Upon the exact and faithful performance of all these requisitions will depend your own future interests. `This night I have landed with an armed party and invested the cottage of Robert Oakford, where the two passengers you entrusted to me six years ago are placed under his protection. I have, by force of arms, taken the two out of his possession, and am about to convey them on board my vessel and sail with them from the island. Believe me that your agents, Robert Oakford and sister, have done all that they were able to prevent me from taking them away; but as I was determined at all risks to get them both into my possession, they have had no other alternative but submission. Sir,—The bearer of this has informed me, in an accidental manner, of his obligations to you, and the circumstances under which they were entered into. I need not say I am surprised at hearing the facts. They are characteristic of yourself. You will, upon reading this, give him a receipt in full for all and whatsoever claim upon him or the father you may hold; the incarceration and long illness consequent thereupon having in equity fully cancelled your debt. `I have but a few hours to live. I must see you before I die. Let nothing prevent your hastening to me without a moment's delay. `I am married. The noble and amiable Flora is mine. Her relatives in England have sent for her, and we leave in the vessel which is anchored near the gardens. On board this vessel I was united to Flora at eight o'clock this morning. I go to England with my dear wife to gratify her; for you must know she is no relative of the old gardener, but is an orphan, who was placed under his charge in a mysterious way with money in plenty for him to educate her. This he has done. Tbe captain of the vessel says that her relatives have been discovered in England, and that they have sent him express for her. He has just told me that they are certainly noble. But this assurance does not make me think more of Flora. I have loved her in her humility. I could love her no more were she a princess. No title of nobility could make her nobler than she is in my eyes. But as the captain is not sure even of the name of her relatives, who seem to have kept him in the same kind of mystery which from childhood has hung about Flora, it may be that they are of humble degree. But should I find that they were of the peasantry, and dwelt in earthen hovels, I should think no less of Flora. To me she would always be Flora. I shall probably return after an absence of three months. Present my regards to my father. Still and ever, whatever you may be to me, Margaret, I have just arrived in London with Flora. I wait your orders. `I write to say that you need not take the trouble to visit Hawthorn Lodge, for we have resolved to disown our relationship with one who has shown himself unworthy to belong to the best society. As for your wife, I trust that you will see that she never presumes to speak to me, should I be so unfortunate as to meet her in the street.
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24Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Leisler, or, The rebel and king's man  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: Bits of history in a novel, especially at the outset, we very well know, are by no means relished by novel-readers, who generally like to open at once upon the action of the story. But it is sometimes necessary, particularly when a romance is based upon an interesting historical incident, to lay before the reader a brief outline of the events upon which the tale hangs. It is better, we think, to do this at the outset, in a fair and above-board manner, than open with an interesting scene, and before the reader has got half a dozen pages, smuggle in two or three solid pages of history, through which he must flounder, or take them at a flying leap. We don't like this mode of cheating our friends, so we place our history in the fore-ground, that it may be fairly met at the outset. Sir: Knowing that you possess no little influence and the confidence of the Protestant citizens, and believing that a communication to you will be the same as to them in the aggregate, I proceed to inform you that Lieutenant Colonel Nictolson; late acting Governor of this Province, under a commission from King James II, having refused to acknowledge the authority of William, the Prince of Orange, has seen fit to abdicate his government. He has this night past embarked on board a Swedish ship now in the harbor, and will sail at once for Europe. It was his desire that I should accompany him; but as it does not suit my purposes to quit the Province just now, I remain. Now herewith I propose to surrender the post and all appertaining to it to you, for the sum of ten thousand pounds; otherwise I shall defend it with the soldiers that are in it, against you and yours to to the last extremity. `You perceive, gentleman,' he said as they read the address, at the begining, `that I have anticipated your suggestion. I was interrupted, by your calling, in the composition of a solemn remonstrance to their Majesties, against Leisler's government. I will read to you, what I have written.' If you have a secure shelter, do not quit it, for your life is in danger. For my sake do not venture to town again, as no disguise will protect you.— Have you repented—will you become a protestant? I think of you momently.— My father has told me to-day, that I must positively marry the burgomaster, on pain of his displeasure. Oh, that you were a protestant! I know not what or how to address you. In a word, if you would have me, you must come and take me! It is in vain for me so resist my father and Van Vow conjointly. I must fly from the fort, or before eight o'clock to-night be the wife of this hateful simpleton. I have no escape unless I take poison or fly to you. I think nothing of your being a Roman, for I know when I am your wife you will isten to me. I think only of my love for you! of avoiding this horrible fate that awaits me. My father is stern and unbending. Van Vow is resolute. I have thrown myself upon the mercy of the former in vain; I have entreated the latter to spare me. I have told him I love him not, that I cannot love him. He is without feeling. He has finally, within the last half-hour said if I will pay him back the thousand dollars he will release me. I am mortified to allude to this, since you have not done so. But what can I do? I am in his power. If you can send the money to me do so at once and let me return it to him; for if he should inform my father I shall have to confess all, and I know not what will be my fate. You see I write with frankness to you as one in whom I trust my heart and happiness, for I believe you truthful and noble, and that you love me even as I love you. This is a crisis when it would be weak and foolish in me to disguise any thing I feel; and I have not done so. Send the money, if you can, or let me hear from you. Forgive the step I have taken.— I could NOT become the wife of Mynheer Van Vow.—I write to assure you of my safety.
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25Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The lady of the Gulf  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: It was near the close of an unusually severe day in March, that a person muffled to the eyes in a handsome dark-colored cloak, and wearing a singularly shabby fur cap, might have been seen stealing along the walk, in Chatham street, opposite the Pawnbrokers' or Jews' Row. His step was slow and hesitating, while his eyes furtively glanced about, now up the street, now down, as if fearing that his movements would be observed. His height and figure were good, and his air genteel, but in his seedy cap, and in his shrunken, worn trowsers, and old boots, that appeared beneath his very elegant Spanish cloak, there was a discrepancy that might have arrested the eye of any observing passer by. But no one of the hurrying crowd noticed him. Each one was bent on his own business and aim. The mechanic, with his hands filled with tools, was hastening to his family; the sewing girl, in hood and shawl, to her humble home far up town where rents were cheap; the man of pleasure was pressing forward to the theatre for an early seat; the beggar, shuffling along to his hole in some wretched cellar. No one noticed him, for extremes, in the metropolis, are too often wedded to attract remark. But the young man did not seem to avoid observation upon his dress, but upon his movements. Three times, he passed and repassed a narrow door hung about with second-hand garments, over the lintel of which was suspended a sign representing three gilt balls, the well-known beacon for the wretched.
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26Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The mysterious state-room  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: `The gentleman who gave the bride away was Mr. A—, her banker, to whom she had written to attend the ceremony. The paper she gave the priest contained her name and title. Catesby neither knew nor suspected anything of so singular and fortunate a denouement. In a few weeks, Frank having resigned his commission in the army, left America for this country, and on their arrival, drove directly over to Castle C—' where his charming wife at once surrendered to him her family mansion and vast estates. The change has not spoiled him. He is one of the most agreeable and gentlemanly men in England, and highly popular in his country. He is called by courtesy, (his wife's title having been by her marriage merged in his republican Mister or Captain,) Lord C—, of C—Castle, C—. His charming wife is devoted to him heart and soul. Never was a marriage more for love than this! He thought her lowly and his love raised her to his bosom—she knew him only to be a young American, without rank or title, yet, for love, she gave him all she had to give—beauty, wealth, and rank among nobles. They have two lovely children, a boy and girl; and the only subject on which they differ is their education. Catesby is for making the little fellow a republican, and sending him to West Point; while Clara intends him for Parliament, and to inherit her father's title and estates, which he will do—the little fellow's title being through his mother, Lord Viscount C—. You will by this time understand that the `uncle and aunt,' were Lady Clara's steward and his wife, whom she dragged with her from home, half over the world as her protectors when she started off on her wild travels. There can be nogreater instance of the peculiarly independent character of her mind than the fact of her quitting with disgust, the scenes of London disappation and resisting the fascinations of her numerous admirers, to roam amid the scenery of America, and commune with the works of nature in a world where nature has exhibited in the most stupendous manner her power and majesty. They live very retired, and seldom stay more than a third of the season in town. The remainder of the year they are in the country combining together in dispensing for the happiness and comfort of their numerous dependants the wealth with which they are blest. It was by accident I met Frank in town at the close of the season, and as he would not let me say nay—and something of his story coming to my mind, I consented to go down with him, partly from curiosity to learn its truth, I confess, but mainly, as you must know, to enjoy once more the society of one who was for four years my fellow cadet. Do not say after this that my letters are too short. Adieu, until the next trip of the Liverpool.
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27Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The odd fellow, or, The secret association, and Foraging Peter  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: `My Dear friend and `brother':—I am happy to inform you of my safe arrival here yesterday, having been detained in New York by illness. I am now quite well again and hasten to return you my acknowledgments for your kind assistance, and that of your Order. The amount of money generously advanced me, and the bill for my wardrobe is something under the amount I enclose, which I beg you will do me the favor to return to the society, for the aid of others of the Order who like me may be thrown by Providence in a condition to call for its benevolence. I pray you will present my regards to your family and accept the assurances of my grateful friendship. If you, or any of your friends should visit Baltimore, where I shall remain and engage in the mercantile business, I shall esteem myself signally happy in extending to you our hospitality. Mr. Peter Dalton and his Lady most earnestly request the high honor of his lordship's, the Earl of Elliston's noble company at a sworree to be given by them in his honor Tuesday evening next.
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28Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The slave king, or, The triumph of liberty  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: `So shone the sun upon the arrowy Guadalquivir, when Spain was ruled by a Christian, and the Cross of God rose where now the Moslem Crescent gleams!' There is an interval of nearly two days between the events related at the close of the last chapter and those which will form the subject of the present volume.
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29Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The spectre steamer, and other tales  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: It was in the spring of 1839, that I left New Orleans, in the splendid steamer Saint Louis, for Saint Louis. The morning was clear and brilliant, and the atmosphere of that agreeable elasticity which inspires the dullest with good spirits. We backed out slowly and majestically from our birth at the pier, and, gaining the mid-river, began to ascend the stream with rapid but stately motion. I stood upon the `hurricane-deck,' with fifty other passengers, admiring the view of the city as we ran swifty past it. Street after street terminating in a straight line in the cypress swamp, appeared and disappeared, and turret, spire, and terrace receded rapidly in the distance. The half league of shipping lying `three deep' against the pier, and waiting for their freight of cotton, presented a grand and imposing spectacle. They were Americans and of all European nations, principally English and French; and as every ship wore her flag half-mast in honor of a captain of one of them who had died the day previous, their appearance was at once solemn (from association) and brilliant. Who that has ever visited New Or leans in the winter season, can forget the fine effect of this wide-stretching crescent of shipping that enfolds the city at either extremity like wings? `Sir,—Ten years ago you saved my life. I am now in a situation to show you substantial gratitude. I learn from your friend, my host, that you are a seaman and are doing well. Yet you may do better. I enclose you five bank of England notes for five hundred pounds each. Accept them as your right. They are nothing in my estimation put side by side with the life you saved. I wish you and your noble mother all happiness and health. Greeting: `I do believe I am innocent of this thing, as I am an honorable gentleman. How it came into my possession, I am as ignorant as the child unborn.
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30Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The young artist, and, The bold insurgent  
 Published:  1997 
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 Description: `Come.
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31Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Blanche Talbot, or, The maiden's hand  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: `Dear Blanche—' `My dear Blanche—'
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32Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Edward Manning, or, The bride and the maiden  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: In a narrow cross-way that leads from the Court House Square northward losing itself in Old Cornhill, there stands, or did stand at the period of our story, a low wooden edifice, without any thing particuliar to draw the attention of the eyes of the passers-by save its antiquity and dilapidated condition. “I have at length decided, since my last interview with you, to give up all hopes of being happy with a wife I cannot love. My heart, as I told you is with the beautiful Caroline Kent. I dare not see her until I know she still loves me; for I fear that her love may have turned to hatred! But if you can, I wish you to see her and ascertain whether she still retains affection for me. Tell her from me, that I think only of her; and that if she will be mine, in the flowery chains of mutual love, I will sacrifice honor, reputation, everything to her! Before you see her, call on me at eight in the evening when I will see you privately in my library. “This will be handed to you by my confident, the bearer, only in case he discovers that you still remember me with affection. Therefore, if your eyes fall upon these words I shall know that I am writing to one who still loves. I have much to lament; I have been deceived and given my hand where my heart would not follow. How could I give that which was not mine to give? I cannot in words upon paper tell you how much I love you. You are dearer to me than any object on earth. If you love me and can forgive the past, forgive me for preferring another to you, I am ready to cast myself at your feet; do not deny me this happiness, until at least, I have seen you and spoken with you and plead for myself. If you will see me, write to me by the bearer. Write and tell me when I may have the bliss of seeing you. I shall wait with impatience till I know my fate! Fear no rival! My hand and heart are free! nay, they are free only to be your slaves. Farewell till we meet, “The past is forgotten. Your note has made me the happiest of beings; you ask me if I have forgotten you? Oh, no! you have daily been dearer and dearer to me! I can scarcely write for trembling with joy; I will come to you, I will be yours forever! I have no heart, no thought, no will but for you! Do not delay the bearer, let me see you at once that my happiness may have its sweet confirmation in your presence. “I will see you to-night. The bearer will show you a private way, for I wish no one to see you come hither! I will await you in my study. Regard for your honor and happiness prompt me to make known to you what intimately concerns your peace. Your husband has been long false to you! You have proof of it in the enclosed notes to Miss Kent! If you require further proof you will find her now in his study, the usual place of their secret meetings!”
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33Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Paul Perril, the merchant's son, or, The adventures of a New-England boy launched upon life  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: New England is the great population nursery of the American continent. The young shoots which it produces annually, are reared with an eye to transplanting, rather than for domestic growth. Of every seven juvenile plants five are sent off to be planted in the South and West—to thrive in Oregon or bear fruit in California. For a family of children born in the land of Pilgrims to remain there as men and women within sight of the smoke of the paternal home, is an event scarcely known. `Where shall I emigrate—where shall I make my fortune?' is the first enquiry of the Yankee boy as he begins to discover a beard upon his lip. `Sir—I am about going to South America for the purpose of establishing a mercantile firm. I wish to take out with me three or four young men, from seventeen to nineteen years of age, as clerks.— I am willing to pay their passage out from Boston, and to allow them a fair compensation for their services after we shall reach our destination. Here we are in a fix every mother's son of us! After we left you last night we went to Bruce's and had a first-rate oyster supper. About ten o'clock we sallied forth pretty well `up!' If I had known how tipsy brother 'Siah was, I'd have locked him up in Bruce's back room before he should have gone out with us. Well, he was as `drunk as a soger.' He sang songs to the top of his lungs, and took up the whole side walk as he went. I never saw but one chap before so tipsy and stand. Well, we got to the corner of Broomfield lane when 'Siah saw a `Charlie,' and so he began to sing, `O'er the water to Charlie,' adding some few personal impromptu, that made the watchman mad; so he told us to keep quiet: for to tell you the truth we all joined in full chorus. I told the watchman, gentlemen had a right to sing, and that there was no law which put them under obligations to ask a `Charlie' what songs they should select for testing their vocal powers. At this, `Charlie' seized me by the collar, when brother Sam up fist and knocked him over. Charlie sprang up and then sprang his rattle. It was answered from half a dozen corners, and in two minutes we were every soul of us captured, though we fought hard. 'Sias was taken up out of the gutter and Sam was only taken prisoner after giving two bloody noses and a black eye to the enemy. The upshot was that we were marched off to the Watch-house except Josiah, who had to be carried between two Charlies; and the best of the joke was, although he was too drunk to walk he would sing, and all they could do, he kept up a rip-roarous serenade to all the houses we went by until we were safely lodged here. After leaving the gate, San Piedro, I continued my walk along the inside of the wall until I came to the nezt gate which I found guarded in like manner with the first. In front of it was drawn up a squadron of cavalry as if about to issue forth into the country, and also a battalion of infantry. Several mounted officers were grouped near the gate in conversation, and seemed much excited. Suspecting some interesting movement was about to take place, I drew as near them as I could without peril to myself, and watched the proceedings. Upon the wall above the gate, I saw two officers standing with spy-glasses surveying the country, and every moment or two reporting to the general, who sat upon his horse below surrounded by his staff. In their rear was the cavalry, about one hundred and fifty fierce looking fellows armed with carbines, pistols in holders, and huge carbines slung across their backs. Every man wore a mustache, which added to their ferocious aspect.— They were dressed in blue jackets and gray trowsers. Silent and expectant they sat immovable in their high pommeled saddles, each with his sword drawn and in his hand and resting across the saddle-bow.— Behind them the infantry, in scarlet coats and white trowsers with tall caps crested with horse hair, were drawn up in a line. The little wicket in the great gate was opened as I came up by the captain of the guard, and a colonel alighting, took a peep through into the green but treeless country.
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34Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Ringold Griffitt, or, The raftsman of the Susquehannah  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: Towards the close of a warm and genial spring day, early in the month of March, 182—, a boat containing a single person might have been seen gliding up a darkly flowing river, that would through the bosom of a majestic forest. The banks of the river were full with the melted snow-water of the mountains, and carried down upon the turbid tide, swam vast cakes of ice, which the ascending boatman had to exert no little skill and activity to avoid. The sun is rising and hope is beginning to put on her beauteous garments for the festival of joy that awaits thee. In a word your husband has written to me, saying that he is fully convinced of your innocence, and that he is hastening to embrace you once more; but having met with an accident on the way, must necessarily be delayed some weeks. But his heart is with you, and you will once more smile and be happy You will ask how he come to write? I answer that I addressed him a long letter, unfolding to him certain suspicions that forced themselves upon my mind after you informed me of the interviewd Lord — had with you, and the manner in which he quitted you! These suspicions I mentioned to your noble husband, for whom my heart bleeds as well as it does for you, and he is convinced that Lord — sacrificed your reputation to his vengeance and that countess who called him from his audience with the king, was a party to it. I told him also, that the conviction was upon your mind that you had been made to drink a sleeping potion, as you fell asleep two or three times while your maids were with you. Now I want you to leave Scotland and come to the palace, and remain with me till your husband reaches England; for he will meet you the sooner, and I wish to see your happy meeting.”
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35Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The free-trader, or, The cruiser of Narragansett Bay  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: Our story opens in the harbor and town of Newport in the “Old Colony Days.” At the period in which we shall lay the scenes of our romance, this town was second in New England only to Boston in wealth and commercial importance. Its trade was far more extensive than it is at the present day, and was mainly carried on with the West Indies and Spain, with its dependencies, in vessels of all classes from the shallop of twenty tons to the imposing merchant-ship. Its merchants were enterprising and intelligent, and rivalled those of Boston in the opulence of their style of living and show of state. They dressed in velvet on holidays and Sundays, and in their counting-rooms wore ruffles of lace and powdered curls.
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36Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The surf skiff, or, The heroine of the Kennebec  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: Your few words have made me happy, and filled my bosom with joyful hopes. If you will communicate to me any plan for my escape and reunion with him, you say is your friend, be assured I will cooperate with you. My room is over the parlor. Its windows open upon the gal lery. I dare not leave my room to go through the house, as the servants are my father's spies. If a ladder could be placed so as to reach the top of the piazza, and he was below, I should have the courage to descend! I shall await your movements with trembling hopes. Thank God for his preservation.
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37Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  The treason of Arnold  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: The disc of the setting sun just touched the outline of the forests crowning the heights of Hoboken, on a bright afternoon in September, 1780, when a single horseman made his appearance on the river-road leading from Tarrytown to New York, towards which place, then in the possession of the British troops under Sir Henry Clinton, he was slowly trotting his horse. His journey was nearly ended with the day, for the needle-like spire of Trinity Church had been, for the last half hour, a prominent object in his eye, and the expanded bay, girt with its majestic islands, and covered with the fleets of England, assured him that he was approaching the headquarters of the British armies. “Sir:—I send forward, under charge of Lieutenant Allen and a guard, which will arrive at Beverly House by noon, a certain John Anderson, who had been taken while going towards New York. He had a passport signed in your name, which doubtless, is forged, and a parcel of papers, taken from his stockings, which are of a very dangerous tendency. I send him to you as commanding officer, feeling that it is a case presenting too many difficulties, and involving too much for me to decide upon. “Sir:—What I have said concerning myself to my captors was in the justifiable attempt to be extricated; I am too little accustomed to duplicity to have succeeded. “Dear Major Andre:—Though miserable myself I cannot be altogether so absorbed in my own wretchedness as to forget the griefs of others. Listen to me. I know your high notions of honor and the spirit of chivalrous self-sacrifice that fills your bosom, but oh! for my sake—for your own—for that of your mother and sisters—for the sake of your country—do what I am about to ask of you! Accept life while it is in your power! Do not remain to die like a criminal! Life is now yours—to-morrow it may be due to justice! Alas! my heart tells me what will be your reply—but I will not therefore cease my exertions to save you. Assisted by a faithful slave, I this morning loosened two of the planks in your room. They afford communication with the cellar. Descend into it and Peter will meet you with a disguise, and conduct you, by the western outlet, which opens among high shrubbery, into the garden, where he will conceal you till night, and then provide a boat for your escape. Do not, Andre, neglect this opportunity! Fly now! General Washington and his staff are busy in the library, and nothing can prevent the success of the plan but your own obstinacy. Fly, Andre! Escape! For the sake of all you hold dear on earth losse not a moment, but fly!
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38Author:  Ingraham J. H. (Joseph Holt) 1809-1860Requires cookie*
 Title:  Jennette Alison, or, The young strawberry girl  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: The tide was at flood, and the rising winds heaped the waves and dashed them against the crazy pier, till it shook again. The sea poured in torrents beneath the dark corridors under the wharves, and then reflowing, moaned and roared, chafed and foamed, like furious beasts battling together. It was a wild, black night on the land and on the sea. I despatch this to you by my own servant on horseback, in order that you may - e ceive it without fail. Do not detain him, but at once send him back with an answer. `I shall be at the pier by nine to-night, if wind and water permit. Do not fail me there. “`Sir:—As you did not succeed in your plan to possess yourself of these important papers, I shall not again place them or myself, in your power. I shall make an appeal to the heir in person, where I shall no doubt be more successful. I leave to-night in the stage, and that you may not indulge any hope of waylaying me, to rob me, I inform you in order to show that you need not cherish the hope for a moment of possessing them, that they will go in the U. S. mail bags, directed to me at New Haven; so you see I shall have them when I reach there, without any risk of losing them on the way, through any desperate violence you and your hirelings might be tempted to use towards me if you thought they were upon my person. Sir:—Call and see me, I am dying, and have a secret of importanc to communicate to you.
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39Author:  Irving Washington 1783-1859Requires cookie*
 Title:  The sketch book of Geoffrey Crayon, Gent  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: I was always fond of visiting new scenes, and observing strange characters and manners. Even when a mere child I began my travels, and made many tours of discovery into foreign parts and unknown regions of my native city, to the frequent alarm of my parents, and the emolument of the town-crier. As I grew into boyhood, I extended the range of my observations. My holiday afternoons were spent in rambles about the surrounding country. I made myself familiar with all its places famous in history or fable. I knew every spot where a murder or robbery had been committed, or a ghost been seen. I visited the neighbouring villages, and added greatly to my stock of knowledge, by noting their habits and customs, and conversing with their sages and great men. I even journeyed one long summer's day to the summit of the most distant hill, from whence I stretched my eye over many a mile of terra incognita, and was astonished to find how vast a globe I inhabited. It is with feelings of deep regret that I have noticed the literary animosity daily growing up between England and America. Great curiosity has been awakened of late with respect to the United States, and the London press has teemed with volumes of travels through the republic; but they seem intended to diffuse error rather than knowledge; and so successful have they been, that, notwithstanding the constant intercourse between the nations, there is none concerning which the great mass of the British people have less pure information, or more prejudices. On a soft sunny morning, in the month of May, I made an excursion to Windsor, to visit the castle. It is a proud old pile, stretching its irregular walls and massive towers along the brow of a lofty ridge, waving its royal banner in the clouds, and looking down with a lordly air upon the surrounding world. It is a place that I love to visit, for it is full of storied and poetical associations. On this morning, the weather was of that soft vernal kind that calls forth the latent romance of a man's temperament, and makes him quote poetry, and dream of beauty. In wandering through the magnificent saloons and long echoing galleries of the old castle, I felt myself most disposed to linger in the chamber where hang the portraits of the beauties that once flourished in the gay court of Charles the Second. As I traversed the “large green courts,” with sunshine beaming on the gray walls, and glancing along the velvet turf, I called to mind the tender, the gallant, but hapless Surrey's account of his loiterings about them in his stripling days, when enamoured of the Lady Geraldine— “With eyes cast up unto the maiden's tower, With easie sighs, such as men draw in love.” A COLLOQUY IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY.
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40Author:  Irving Washington 1783-1859Requires cookie*
 Title:  Bracebridge Hall, or, The humorists  
 Published:  1997 
 Subjects:  University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | University of Virginia Library, Early American Fiction, 1789-1875 | UVA-LIB-EarlyAmFict1789-1875 
 Description: In again taking pen in hand I would fain make a few observations at the outset, by way of bespeaking a right understanding. The volumes which I have already published have met with a reception far beyond my most sanguine expectations. I would willingly attribute this to their intrinsic merits; but, in spite of the vanity of authorship, I cannot but be sensible that their success has, in a great measure, been owing to a less flattering cause. It has been a matter of marvel, at least to the European part of my readers, that a man from the wilds of America should express himself in tolerable English. I was looked upon as something new and strange in literature; a kind of demi-savage, with a feather in his hand instead of on his head, and there was a curiosity to hear what such a being had to say about civilized society.
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