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| The Village, |
Frontispiece |
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| The Very Spirit of Sabbath Pervaded the Noiseless Air, |
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| There They Sat and Stood, in Various Attitudes, While the Deepening Shadows Made Their Figures Ever Vaguer and More Indistinct, |
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| They Honored the Community Frequently with Their Visits, |
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| Reb. Shemayah and Perla, |
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| The Little Horseradish Woman, |
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| There Is Something Commanding, Something Indefinitely Military and Authoritative About Him, |
96 |
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| As the Cavalcade Passed a Corner the General Heard a Cry, |
111 |
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| He Was Nothing but a Commonplace, Every-Day Peddler, |
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| A Group of Street-Idlers Were Amusing Themselves at the Plight of a Short, Dark-Complexioned Man Who Stood in Their Midst, |
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| Nothing Pleased Them Better Than a “Horsey-Back” Ride, |
172 |
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| The Scissors-Grinder, |
186 |
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| I Was Left Behind, Gazing Out of the Window at the Funeral Procession, |
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| The Man Was a Woe-Begone Specimen of Humanity, with Hungry Eyes Gazing at You Out of a Care-Worn, Furrowed Countenance, |
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| It’s Only Because You’re a Jew That You Have Any Trouble, |
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| The Game Which Ensued Was Highly Interesting, |
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