Home of Edgar B. Stevens, 140 Lincoln Parkway.
Home of Edward H. Webster, 164 Lincoln Parkway.
Home of Edgar B. Jewett, 128 Morris Avenue.
Rabelais dissecting society and writing his book.
Home of Dr. A.J. Colton, 27 Jewett Avenue.
Home of William Lansill, 277 Depew Avenue.
Home of Willis O. Chapin, 1205 Delaware Avenue.
Home of Henry May, 290 Depew Avenue.
Home of William H. Fitzpatrick, 2037 Seneca Street.
Home of Joseph A. McColl, 33 Bidwell Parkway.
Home of Frederick W. Allan, 20 Dorchester Road.
Home of Albert F. Laub, 1272 Delaware Avenue.
Drawing room of the Edward Howard Hutchinson home.
Home of Edwin C. Sutton, 415 Crescent Avenue.
Declaration of Independence (illustrated engraving)
Sienkiewicz and his spinning books
At another time he laid in some fair place, where the said watch was to pass, train of gunpowder.
It was the pantagruelion manufactured and fashioned into a halter, and serving in the place and office of a cravat.
Title Page
The moving Moon went up the sky.
Home of Alexander G. Hoefler, 538 Linwood Avenue.
Tom Toles Cartoons, 1969-1973.
Home of Dr. Conrad E. Wettlaufer, 1234 Delaware Avenue.
Home of Charles W. Mugler, 1256 Main Street.
General Tree and Shrub Planting Plan for the Estate of Darwin D. Martin, Esq., Greycliffe, Lake View, New York, March 10, 1930
Home of John T. Shanahan, 106 Humbodlt Parkway, West.
Home of Lewis Newman, 1179 Delaware Avenue.
Rear view of the Kinsella Home.
Home of Pascal P. Beals, 73 Nottingham Terrace.
Home of Frank L. Bapst, Eggertsville Road.
American president and history of Poland
Seven days, seven nights, I saw that curse, And yet I could not die.
And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon.
With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross.
That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me.
So lonely 'twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be.
He did swim in deep waters, on his belly, on his back, sideways with all his body, with his feet only, with one hand in the air.
I saw them, said Epistemon, 'all very busily employed in seeking of rusty pins and old nails in the kennels of the streets.
Immediately thereafter were appointed for him seventeen thousand nine hundred and thirteen cows, to furnish him with milk.
Prescription written by Dr. Frances Proctor Ames, undated
Home of George E. Pierce, 107 Starin Avenue.
TBL081a: Leaves of Grass, First edition with rare illustrated binding, 1855: Cover
Home of William J. Statler, 177 Bidwell Parkway.
Front view of the home of Dr. Francis M. Rich.
Home of Dr. V. Mott Pierce, 204 Bidwell Parkway.
I heard and in my soul discerned Two voices in the air.
'The game is done! I've won! I've won!' Quoth she, and whistles thrice.
And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Under the water it rumbled on, Still louder and more dread.
I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away.
And the rain poured down from one black cloud.
TBL081b: Leaves of Grass, First edition with rare illustrated binding, 1855: Title page and frontispiece
The altercation waxed hot in words ; which moved the gaping hoydens of the sottish Parisians to run from all parts thereabouts.
Since thou art pitiless, thy weary way
The Mariner, whose eye is bright, Whose beard with age is hoar, Is gone.
Home of William J. Warwick, 109 Linwood Avenue.
Recently completed home of Frank F. Henry, Eggertsville, N.Y.
Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes.
Each turned his face with a ghastly pang, And cursed me with his eye.
Nine fathom deep he had followed us From the land of mist and snow.
It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
"I moved my lips," the Pilot shrieked And fell down in a fit
And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold.
But why drives on that ship so fast, Without or wave or wind?
The bride hath paced into the hall, Red as a rose is she.
Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear.
Home of Henry M. Naylon, 291 North Street.
Prescription written by Dr. Frances Proctor Ames, undated
And I had done a hellish thing, And it would work 'em woe.
O shrieve me, shrieve me, holy man!
My hatchet, lord Jupiter, my hatchet ! only my hatchet, O Jupiter !
Prescription written by Dr. Frances Proctor Ames, undated
Written prayers
Nevermore.
This seraph-band, each waved his hand: It was a heavenly sight!
About, about, in reel and rout The death-fires danced at night.
What loud uproar bursts from that door! The wedding-guests are there.
By thy long beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me?
They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes.
Home of Jacob C. Dold, 26 Middlesex Road, Nye Park Section.
Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink.
Home of Walter P. Cooke, 155 Summer Street.
By sucking very much at the purses of the pleading parties, they to the suits already begot form head, feet, claws, beaks, teeth, &c.
Home of Edward Howard Hutchinson, 296 Linwood Avenue.
Home of Albert B. Wright, 737 West Ferry Street.
The secret of the Sphinx.
Home of Jacob J. Siegrist, 677 West Ferry Street.
It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon.
Too late he feels, by look, and deed, and word, How often he has crucified his Lord.
On, through morass and slough, he strives to fly From hateful memories of days gone by.
Transdix'd with awe, he feels his God is nigh
Sorrow for the lost Lenore.
Open here I flung the shutter.
On this home by Horror haunted.
Wandering from the Nightly shore.
ANATKH.
A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist! And still it neared and neared
The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Prescription written by Dr. Frances Proctor Ames, undated
