Friendship's Offering: And Winter's Wreath: a Christmas and New Year's PresentSmith, Elder, 1826 |
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... 'am , as the immortal Shakespeare says , " The poor beetle , that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies ! ' E Now , madam , don't you think when this poor STAGE - COACH PHYSIOGNOMISTS . 37.
... 'am , as the immortal Shakespeare says , " The poor beetle , that we tread upon , In corporal sufferance finds a pang as great As when a giant dies ! ' E Now , madam , don't you think when this poor STAGE - COACH PHYSIOGNOMISTS . 37.
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