, and that willingly, in the bleeding
cause of freedom.
It was a great relief to me that, just at that moment, a very fine dog
approached me and fawned upon me, then ran ahead, and seemed afraid that
I should send him back. After a while I tried to drive him away, but he
insisted on following me, and I have no doubt that I might have secured
him, had I wished to do so. I was not a little inclined, at one time, to
take him home with me, and to keep him as a companion in my walks. But
he had a collar with his own name, Bruno, upon it, and the name of his
owner. The question of right occurred to me. I debated it. Applying some
of the self-evident truths established by our own Independence, I almost
persuaded myself that I might rightfully take the dog. I reasoned thus:
1. All dogs are born free and equal. 2. They have an inalienable right
to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 3. All governments
derive their just powers from the consent of the governed. These
principles, breathed in, from childhood, with the atmosphere of our
glorious "Fourth," I did not hesitate to apply in the case of the dog. I
do not know what practical conclusion I might have arrived at, but
suddenly I lost sight of Bruno in consequence of a new adventure, in the
process of which he disappeared.
A matronly looking lady came suddenly out of a gate, with a cup in one
hand containing a teaspoon, and a brown earthen mug in the other hand.
She pushed the gate open before her, easily; but I saw that she was
embarrassed about shutting it. I stepped forward and assisted her.
"Some kind office for the sick, I dare say," said I.
"A woman in that plastered house is very sick," said she; "I have just
fixed some marsh-mallow for her, to see if it will ease her cough. Sorry
to trouble you, sir, but my cup was so full that I could not use my
hands."
"I suppose," said I, "madam, if you will allow me to detain you a
moment,"--
"I am afraid my drink in the cup will get cold, sir, but"--
"Only a moment, madam
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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Joanna Baillie (September 11, 1762February 23, 1851) was a Scottish poet and dramatist. Baillie was very well-known during her lifetime and, though a woman, intended her plays not for the closet but for the stage. Admired both for her literary powers and her sweetness of disposition, her cottage at Hampstead was the centre of a brilliant literary society. Baillie died at the age of 88, her faculties remaining unimpaired to the last.