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The Young Musician; Or, Fighting His Way

Creator: Alger, Horatio, 1832-1899
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The Young Musician OR Fighting His Way BY HORATIO ALGER CHICAGO CHAPTER I. A CANDIDATE FOR THE POORHOUSE. "As for the boy," said Squire Pope, with his usual autocratic air, "I shall place him in the poorhouse." "But, Benjamin," said gentle Mrs. Pope, who had a kindly and sympathetic heart, "isn't that a little hard?" "Hard, Almira?" said the squire, arching his eyebrows. "I fail to comprehend your meaning."
Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister

Love-Letters Between a Nobleman and His Sister by Aphra Behn The Argument In the time of the rebellion of the true Protestant _Huguenot_ in _Paris_, under the conduct of the Prince of _Conde_ (whom we will call _Cesario_) many illustrious persons were drawn into the association, amongst which there was one, whose quality and fortune (joined with his youth and beauty) rendered him more elevated in the esteem of the gay part of the world than most of that age. In his tender years (unhappily enough) he chanced to fall in love with a lady, whom we will call _Myrtilla_, who had charms enough to engage any heart; she
"You know Philip has been tenderly reared, and has always had a comfortable home--" "He will have a comfortable home now, Mrs. Pope. Probably you are not aware that it cost the town two thousand dollars last year to maintain the almshouse. I can show you the item in the town report." "I don't doubt it at all, husband," said Mrs. Pope gently. "Of course you know all about it, being a public man." Squire Pope smiled complacently. It pleased him to be spoken of as a public man. "Ahem! Well, yes, I believe I have no inconsiderable influence in town affairs," he responded. "I am on the board of selectmen, and am chairman of the overseers of the poor, and in that capacity I shall convey Philip Gray to the comfortable and well-ordered institution which the town has set apart for the relief of paupers." "I don't like to think of Philip as a pauper," said Mrs. Pope, in a deprecating tone. "What else is he?" urged her husband. "His father hasn't left a cent. He never was a good manager."