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" my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell abeating the coffin, and calling Papa; for, I know not how, I had so'me slight idea that he was locked up there. My mother catched me in "
The British essayists; to which are prefixed prefaces by J. Ferguson - Page 188
by British essayists - 1819
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Temple Bar, Volume 40

George Augustus Sala, Edmund Yates - English periodicals - 1874
...understanding why nobody was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where the body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell a beating the coffin, and calling ' Papa!' for, I know not how, I had some slight idea that he was...
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The Lucubrations of Isaac Bickerstaff

Sir Richard Steele, Joseph Addison - 1711
...was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the Room where his Body lay, and my Mother fat weeping alone by it. I had my Battledore in my Hand, and fell a beating the Coffin, and calling Papa ;. for I Know not how Thad feme flight Idea that he was locked...
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The lucubrations of Isaac Bickerstaff, Volume 3

Tatler - 1754
...Body lay, and my Mother fat weeping alone by it. I had my Battle dore in my Hand, and fell a beating the Coffin, and calling Papa; for, I know not how, I had fome flight Idea that he was locked up there. My f/Joiher catchtd me in her Arms, and, tranl ported...
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The Lucubrations of Isaac Bickerstaff, Esq, Volume 3

Sir Richard Steele - England - 1754
...lay, and my Mother fat weeping alone by it. I had my Battle • dore in my Hand, and fell a beating the Coffin, and calling Papa; for, I- know not how, I had fame ftight Idea that he was locked up there. My Mother catched me in her Arms, and, tranfported beyond...
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Harrison's British Classicks, Volume 3

1785
...was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother fat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore in my hand, and fell a beating the coffin, and calling papa; for, I know not how, I had fome flight idea that rķe was locked...
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The Beauties of the Spectators, Tatlers, and Guardians: Connected ..., Volume 2

Joseph Addison - English imprints - 1801
...in my hand, and fell a beating the co.Tin, and calling papa ; for, I know not how, I had fome flight idea that he was locked up there. My mother catched me in her arms, and, tranfported beyond all patience by the filent grief fhe was bsfore in, fhe almoft fmothered...
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The Tatler, Volume 3

Sir Richard Steele - English essays - 1804
...understanding why nobody was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore...that he was locked up there. My mother catched me in her arms, and, transported beyond all patience of the silent grief she was before in, she almost smothered...
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The Tatler; corrected from the originals, with a preface ..., Volume 4

Alexander Chalmers - 1817
...understanding why nobody was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore...that he was locked up ther'e. My mother catched me in her arms, and, transported beyond all patience of the silent grief she was before in, she almost smothered...
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The British essayists, with prefaces by A. Chalmers, Volumes 3-4

British essayists - 1823
...understanding why nobody was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore...that he was locked up there. My mother catched me in her arms, and, transported beyond all patience of the silent grief she was before in, she almost smothered...
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The British Essayists: Tatler

Lionel Thomas Berguer - English essays - 1823
...understanding why nobody was willing to play with me. I remember I went into the room where his body lay, and my mother sat weeping alone by it. I had my battledore...fell a-beating the coffin, and calling Papa ; for, 1 know not how, I had some slight idea that he was locked up there. My mother catched mein her arms,...
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