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The Attache

The Attache

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Chapter 1 UNCORKING A BOTTLE.

Word Count: 1992    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

he good Packet ship "Tyler" for England. Our party consisted of the Reverend Mr. Ho

or by profession, weaves his web by the piece, and as there is much competition in this branch of trade, extends it over the greatest possible surface, so as to make the most of his raw material. Hence every work of fancy is made to reach to three volumes, otherwise it will not pay, and a manufacture that does not requite the cos

d the greater part of his life in a colony is so accustomed to it, that he becomes quite enamoured of it, and wrapping himself up in it as a cloak, stalks abroad the "observed of all observers." I could undervalue this species of writing if I thought proper, affect a contempt for idiomatic humour, or hint at the employm

She was a noble teak built ship of twelve or thirteen hundred tons burden, had excellent accommodation, and carried ov

rm-chest on the quarter-deck. The shooting was execrable. It was hard to say which were worse marksmen, the officers of the ship, or the passengers. Not a bottle was hit: many reasons were offered for this failure, but t

unded a few partridges, but that was the extent of my experience. I knew, however, that I could no

aid I, "and I will shew you

and fired. The neck of the bottle flew up in the air a full yard, and then disappeared. I was amazed myself at my success. Every body was surprised, but as every body attributed it to long prac

ry body shoots well in America. I do not call myself a good shot. I have not had the requisit

at distance?" said the Captain, with a k

zler. The absurdity of the story, which I had heard a thousand times

es" (and here I looked big, for I doubted if he could even read, much less construe a chapter in the Greek Testament) "did not leave me much time. A squ

said he, "of a doubloon

"I never bet, and besides, that gun has so inj

the Clockmaker: when he ceases to speak, I shall cease to write. The little reputation I then acquired, I do not intend to jeopardize by trying too many experiments. I know that it was c

fect within itself, and intelligible without reference to other books. Authors are vain people, and vanity as well as dignity is indigenous to

book on America would travel wherever the English language was spoken, and, therefore, called it "Notes for General Circulation." Even Colonists say, that this was too bad, and if they say so, it

iritual wants until within a few years, when his parishioners becoming Unitarians, gave him his dismissal. Affable in his manners and simple in his habits, with a mind well stored with human lore, and a heart full of kindness for his fellow-creatures, he was at once an agreeable and an instructive companion. Born and educated in the United States, when they

t impression of him was by no means favourable. He forced himself most unceremoniously into my company and conversation. I was disposed to shake him off, but could not. Talk he would, and as his talk was of that kind, which di

and Doings of Mr. Samuel Slick." Our last tour terminated at New York, where, in consequence of the celebrity he obtained from these "Sayings and Doings" he received the a

ill seldom appear in these pages, as I am uniformly addressed by both my companions as "Squire," nor shall I have to perform the disagreeable task of "reporting my own spe

Jube Japan, a black

hat embarked at New York, on board the Packet ship "

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y have been alone exhibited. Public topics are public property; every body has a right to use them without leave and without apology. It is only when we quit the limits of this "common" and enter upon "private grounds," that we are guilty of "a trespass." This distinction is

I shall, therefore, respect its boundaries and proceed at once with my n

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