The Knickerbocker: Or, New-York Monthly Magazine, Volume 13 |
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... a number of ex parte and other uncontested motions . These consumed but
little time . After granting several decrees in mortgage cases , taken as confessed
, which are mere matters of course , he actually reached the contested special ...
... a number of ex parte and other uncontested motions . These consumed but
little time . After granting several decrees in mortgage cases , taken as confessed
, which are mere matters of course , he actually reached the contested special ...
Page 11
There is no neressity , and certainly no propriety , that a cause , ready for trial ,
should go over five or six terms before it can be reached . Let the judges apply a
little more nerve to them — firmness , promptitude , and dignity and hold court
more ...
There is no neressity , and certainly no propriety , that a cause , ready for trial ,
should go over five or six terms before it can be reached . Let the judges apply a
little more nerve to them — firmness , promptitude , and dignity and hold court
more ...
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It was upon this spot , many years afterward , that Whitfield stood , that great
apostle , with brows uncovered , and with extended arms , the heavens above
him , and the fields around , and a countless multitude within the reach of his
trumpet ...
It was upon this spot , many years afterward , that Whitfield stood , that great
apostle , with brows uncovered , and with extended arms , the heavens above
him , and the fields around , and a countless multitude within the reach of his
trumpet ...
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over the hard - fought field , at the head of a thousand horse , a shot from a
harquebuss reached his heart . There is something peculiarly touching in the fate
of this young chieftain . He had scarcely attained the age of manhood , and was ...
over the hard - fought field , at the head of a thousand horse , a shot from a
harquebuss reached his heart . There is something peculiarly touching in the fate
of this young chieftain . He had scarcely attained the age of manhood , and was ...
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My first plunge for the ship , whose dim outline I could scarcely perceive , in the
almost pitchy darkness of the night , most fortunately brought me within reach of
the life - buoy grating . Climbing upon this , I used the faithless rope , still in my ...
My first plunge for the ship , whose dim outline I could scarcely perceive , in the
almost pitchy darkness of the night , most fortunately brought me within reach of
the life - buoy grating . Climbing upon this , I used the faithless rope , still in my ...
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