tailieunhanh - The Dock and the Scaffold

The 23rd day of November, 1867, witnessed a strange and memorable scene in the great English city of Manchester. Long ere the grey winter's morning struggled in through the crisp frosty air--long ere the first gleam of the coming day dulled the glare of the flaming gas jets, the streets of the Lancashire capital were all astir with bustling crowds, and the silence of the night was broken by the ceaseless footfalls and the voices of hurrying throngs. Through the long, dim streets, and past the tall rows of silent houses, the full tide of life eddied and poured in rapid current; stout burghers, closely. | The Dock and the Scaffold by Unknown 1 The Dock and the Scaffold by Unknown The Project Gutenberg eBook The Dock and the Scaffold by Unknown This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at Title The Dock and the Scaffold Author Unknown Release Date July 20 2004 eBook 12961 The Dock and the Scaffold by Unknown 2 Language English Character set encoding ISO-8859-1 START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DOCK AND THE SCAFFOLD E-text prepared by Jonathan Ingram William Flis and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team Note Project Gutenberg also has an HTML version of this file which includes the original illustrations. See or http 1 2 9 6 12961 12961-h or http 1 2 9 6 12961 THE DOCK AND THE SCAFFOLD The Manchester Tragedy and the Cruise of the Jacknell Illustration THE ERIN S HOPE SALUTING THE GREEN FLAG. GOD SAVE IRELAND. Far dearer the grave or the prison Illum d by one patriot s name Than the trophies of all who have risen On liberty s ruins to fame. MOORE The 23rd day of November 1867 witnessed a strange and memorable scene in the great English city of Manchester. Long ere the grey winter s morning struggled in through the crisp frosty air--long ere the first gleam of the coming day dulled the glare of the flaming gas jets the streets of the Lancashire capital were all astir with bustling crowds and the silence of the night was broken by the ceaseless footfalls and the voices of hurrying throngs. Through the long dim streets and past the tall rows of silent houses the full tide of life eddied and poured in rapid current stout burghers closely muffled and staff in hand children grown prematurely old with the hard marks of vice already branded on their features young .

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