Memoirs of an Editor: Fifty Years of American JournalismC. Scribner's Sons, 1924 - 458 páginas Autobiography of Edward Page Mitchell, an American editorial and short story writer for The Sun. |
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Página 112 - Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a SANTA CLAUS. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas ! how dreary would be the world if there were no SANTA CLAUS ! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias.
Página 112 - It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance, to make tolerable this existence.
Página 112 - VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong, they have been affected by the scepticism of a sceptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, VIRGINIA, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect...
Página 271 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
Página 41 - But Jackson he was wide awake, And wasn't scar'd at trifles, For well he knew what aim we take With our Kentucky rifles ; So he led us down to Cypress swamp, The ground was low and mucky, There stood John Bull in martial pomp, And here was old Kentucky.
Página 90 - The action of the Colonel of the Ninth New York Regiment, in asking for an official reception of his corps by the City of Boston, marks a new era in the history of effrontery. Such compliments are generally supposed to be tendered by the host, rather than asked for by the guest ; and when the would-be guest lets it be understood that ' it shall not cost the city a dollar,' the transition from the sublime to the ridiculous is at once reached.
Página 276 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Página 347 - My compliments to Senator Morgan. I beg leave to inform that gentleman and others whom it may concern that I am not only alive but am capable of sending down, without notice, through Lake Managua and the Tipitapa River into the adjacent Lake Nicaragua a tidal wave of sufficient volume and malignity to overwhelm any canal that engineering skill can construct through this country, and to wipe out every dollar of the two or three hundred millions which the United States Government may be foolish enough...
Página 81 - Man's position in the universe, this gradual elimination of strife is a fact of utterly unparalleled grandeur. Words cannot do justice to such a fact. It means that the wholesale destruction of life, which has heretofore characterized evolution ever since life began, and through which the higher forms of organic existence have been produced, must presently come to an end in the case of the chief of God's creatures.
Página 86 - Vanbrugh , and is a good example of his heavy though imposing style (*Lie heavy on him, Earth, for he Laid many a heavy load on thee"), with a Corinthian portico in the centre and two projecting wings.