The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 12, October, 1858

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Various. The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 02, No. 12, October, 1858

THE NEW WORLD AND THE NEW MAN

THE POET KEATS

HER GRACE, THE DRUMMER'S DAUGHTER

WALDEINSAMKEIT

THE GERMAN POPULAR LEGEND OF DOCTOR FAUSTUS

MISS WIMPLE'S HOOP

CHAPTER II

THE CUP

THE LANGUAGE OF THE SEA

THE WHIRLIGIG OF TIME

THE TELEGRAPH

THE BIRDS OF THE GARDEN AND ORCHARD

THE O'LINCON FAMILY

THE OLD WELL

THE DEAD HOUSE

THE AUTOCRAT OF THE BREAKFAST-TABLE

THE PROFESSOR UNDER CHLOROFORM

PARSON TURELL'S LEGACY: OR, THE PRESIDENT'S OLD ARM-CHAIR

THE LONG PATH

THE VOICELESS

THE DOT AND LINE ALPHABET

LITERARY NOTICES

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Foray, a mass of crags embellished by some greenness, looked up to heaven a hundred miles from shore. It was a fortified position, and a place of banishment. In the course of a long war, waged on sea and land between two great nations, this, "least of all," became a point of some importance to the authority investing it; the fort was well supplied with the machinery of death, and the prison filled with prisoners. But peace had now been of long continuance; and though a nation's banner floated from the tower of the fort, and was seen afar by mariners,—though the cannon occupied their ancient places, ordered for instant use,—though all within the fort was managed and conducted day by day with careful regard to orders,—the operations indicated, in the spirit of their conduct, no fear of warlike surprises. No man gave or obeyed an order as if his life depended on his expedition. Neither was the prison the very place it had been; for, once, every cell had its occupant,—an exile, or a prisoner of war.

The officials of the island led an easy life, therefore. Active was the brain that resisted the influences of so much leisure as most of these people had. But, under provocation even, Nature must be true. So true is she, indeed, that every violation of her dignities illustrates the meaning of that sovereign utterance, VENGEANCE IS MINE. She will not bring a thorn-tree from an acorn. Pray, day and night, and see if she will let you gather figs of thistles. Prayer has its conditions, and faith is not the sum of them.

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"Five years!"

"Summer heat, and winter cold. All the same to him. No wonder he sticks, as if he was glued, to the window, now he's got one worth the glass."

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