Why a Rich Yankee Did Not Settle in California

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Cubery, 1900 - California - 114 pages
 

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Page 95 - My native country! thee, Land of the noble free, Thy name I love; I love thy rocks and rills, Thy woods and templed hills; My heart with rapture thrills, .Like that above.
Page 36 - She riseth also while it is yet night, And giveth meat to her household, And a portion to her maidens.
Page 36 - Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
Page 26 - Industry all easy, as Poor Richard says; and He that riseth late, must trot all Day, and shall scarce overtake his Business at Night. While Laziness travels so slowly, that Poverty soon overtakes him...
Page 36 - She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Page 32 - With luxury and pride surrounded, The vile, insatiate despots dare (Their thirst of power and gold unbounded), To mete and vend the light and air. Like beasts of burden would they load us, Like gods would bid their slaves adore; But man is man, and who is more? Then shall they longer lash and goad us? To arms ! to arms! ye brave, &c. O Liberty, can man resign thee, Once having felt thy generous flame? Can dungeons, bolts, or bars confine thee?
Page 36 - Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land. She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant. Strength and honor are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come. 1Prov. 31: 10-31. She openeth her mouth with wisdom ; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
Page 36 - She is not afraid of the snow for her household : for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
Page 32 - YE sons of freedom, wake to glory! Hark! hark! what myriads bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary, Behold their tears, and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts, a ruffian band, Affright and desolate the land, While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms! to arms! ye brave! Th" avenging sword unsheath ; March on!

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