New York, April 29th.--Last night I came upon this passage in my old author: "Friend, take it sadly home to thee--Age and Youthe are st...

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Mathew Morriss, my father, was a cotton merchant in Liverpool twenty- five years ago--a steady, laborious, clear-headed man, very affec...

One cool October evening--it was the last day of the month, and unusually cool for the time of year--I made up my mind to go and spend ...

Among the records of the English state trials are to be found many strange stories, which would, as the phrase is, make the fortune of a...

"What a beautiful girl!" said Mr. Ambrose Drayton to himself; "and how much she looks like--" He cut the comparison s...