Isbn: 9798240860591 - the atlantic monthly, volume09, no. 51, january, 1862: a magazine of literature, art, and politics (1 resultados)

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    Taschenbuch. Condición: Neu. nach der Bestellung gedruckt Neuware - Printed after ordering - is a periodical magazine focused on literature, art, and politics published duringthemid-19thcentury. Thisvolumeincludesacollectionofessays,po ems, and reviews that reflect various contemporary topics and artistic con tributions, showcasing a rich tapestry of thought and creativity from that time. Theopeningportionofthisvolumepresentsdetailedcontentlistings, suggesting an eclectic blend of subjects ranging from discussions on natural history, political critiques, to explorations of personal experiences and artis tic expressions. Amongthehighlightedpiecesisanin-depthexaminationof the evolution of methods in studying natural history, beginning with Aris totle's contributions and tracing developments through prominent figures like Linnaeus and Cuvier. The text emphasizes the historical progress of natural sciences, showcasing how knowledge has been structured and un derstood over the centuries, which sets the tone for a magazine that aims to both inform and provoke thoughtful reflection among its readers consternation! Consternation in the back office of Benjamin Brum mage, Esq., banker in Wall Street. Yesterday down came Mr. SuperintendentWhiffler,fromDunderbunk,up the North River, to say, that, 'unless something be done, at once, the Dun derbunk Foundry and Iron-Works must wind up.' President Brummage forthwith convoked his Directors. And here they sat around the green ta ble, forlorn as the guests at a Barmecide feast. Well they might be forlorn! It was the rosy summer solstice, the longest and fairest day of all the year. But rose-color and sunshine had fled from Wall Street. Noisy Crisis towing black Panic, as a puffing steam-tug drags a three-decker cocked and primed for destruction, had suddenly sailed in uponCredit.…