Chapters 21
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1 01 - The Letter - Read by AG 0:57
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Gantz.
Edward Roland Sill died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed his living voice was speaking from the page. These courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here. His modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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2 02 - The Letter - Read by AGR 1:00
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Alex Grace. The Letter Edward Rowland Sill. Died February 27th, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed. His living voice was speaking from the page those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, Witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul, serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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3 03 - The Letter - Read by AT 1:03
The letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriWalks.org by Amity Edward Roland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land. The word that he was dead. How strange it seemed. His living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases. Tursely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholars' pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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4 04 - The Letter - Read by BK 1:21
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Bruce Gachuk. Edward Roland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land. The word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here. His modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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5 05 - The Letter - Read by CAB 0:56
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Andrew Boyles. Edward Roland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, The lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice, was speaking from the page, Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died, the man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim, still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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6 06 - The Letter - Read by CJPH 1:08
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for Librefox.org by Chad Horner. Located in Ballyclare, County, Anshora, Northern Ireland. Edward Rowland Sill. Died February 27th, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed. His living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice. Light-hearted, witty sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here. His modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him. Though he can speak to me.
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7 07 - The Letter - Read by DL 1:07
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Deborah Lee.
Edward Roland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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8 08 - The Letter - Read by DBL 1:14
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Edward Rowland Still. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here. His modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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9 09 - The Letter - Read by EL0 1:19
The letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
Edward Rowland Sill. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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10 10 - The Letter - Read by GB 1:16
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich.
Edward Rowland Sill. Died February 27th, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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11 11 - The Letter - Read by GD 1:09
Edward Rowland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholars' pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him. Though he can speak to me.
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12 12 - The Letter - Read by GRS 1:06
GrahamScottAudio.com I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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13 13 - The Letter - Read by JW 1:05
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Justin Wilson. Edward Roland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty sage. I wondered what it was that died, the man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim, still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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14 14 - The Letter - Read by KJH 1:04
Edward Roland Sill died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim, still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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15 15 - The Letter - Read by LAH 1:16
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich. Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett.
Edward Roland Sill. Died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flash across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here. His modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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16 16 - The Letter - Read by LCA 1:16
Edward Rowland Sill died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died, the man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim, Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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17 17 - The Letter - Read by LCW 1:07
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich Edward Roland Sill died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and, even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that he died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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18 18 - The Letter - Read by ML 1:02
Lee. Edward Roland Sill died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases. Tersely choice. Lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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19 19 - The Letter - Read by MIM 0:54
Edward Roland Sill, died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed. His living voice was speaking from the page, those courteous phrases tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim, still this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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20 20 - The Letter - Read by MW 1:06
Edward Rowland Sill, died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed, his living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases. Tersely choice, lighthearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall them. Still, this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.
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21 21 - The Letter - Read by PS 1:08
The Letter by Thomas Bailey Aldrich Edward Roland Sill died February 27, 1887. I held his letter in my hand, and even while I read, the lightning flashed across the land, the word that he was dead. How strange it seemed! His living voice was speaking from the page. Those courteous phrases, tersely choice, light-hearted, witty, sage. I wondered what it was that died. The man himself was here, his modesty, his scholar's pride, his soul serene and clear. These neither death nor time shall dim. Still, this sad thing must be. Henceforth I may not speak to him, though he can speak to me.