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Rollo in Paris
Rollo in Paris By Jacob Abbott Excerpt pier, and opposite to each of these windows was a small dinner table, large enough, however, for two persons. Mr. George had taken one of these tables, and when Rollo came in he was sitting near it, reading a newspaper. "Come, Rollo," said he, "I have ordered dinner, and we shall just have time to arrange our accounts while they are getting it ready." So saying, Mr. George took out his pocket book, and also a small pocket inkstand, and a pen, and put them all upon the table. "Your father's plan," he continued, "is this: He is to pay all expenses of transportation, at the same rate that he pays for himself; so that, whatever you save by travelling in cheap ways, is your own." We are delighted to publish this classic book as part of our extensive Classic Library collection. Many of the books in our collection have been out of print for decades, and therefore have not been accessible to the general public. The aim of our publishing program is to facilitate rapid access to this vast reservoir of literature, and our view is that this is a significant literary work, which deserves to be brought back into print after many decades. The contents of the vast majority of titles in the Classic Library have been scanned from the original works. To ensure a high quality product, each title has been meticulously hand curated by our staff. Our philosophy has been guided by a desire to provide the reader with a book that is as close as possible to ownership of the original work. We hope that you will enjoy this wonderful classic work, and that for you it becomes an enriching experience.
68 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1858
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Jacob Abbott
1,360 books89 followersAbbott was born at Hallowell, Maine to Jacob and Betsey Abbott. He graduated from Bowdoin College in 1820; studied at Andover Theological Seminary in 1821, 1822, and 1824; was tutor in 1824-1825, and from 1825 to 1829 was professor of mathematics and natural philosophy at Amherst College; was licensed to preach by the Hampshire Association in 1826; founded the Mount Vernon School for Young Ladies in Boston in 1829, and was principal of it in 1829-1833; was pastor of Eliot Congregational Church (which he founded), at Roxbury, Massachusetts in 1834-1835; and was, with his brothers, a founder, and in 1843-1851 a principal of Abbott's Institute, and in 1845-1848 of the Mount Vernon School for Boys, in New York City.
He was a prolific author, writing juvenile fiction, brief histories, biographies, religious books for the general reader, and a few works in popular science. He died in Farmington, Maine, where he had spent part of his time after 1839, and where his brother, Samuel Phillips Abbott, founded the Abbott School.
His Rollo Books, such as Rollo at Work, Rollo at Play, Rollo in Europe, etc., are the best known of his writings, having as their chief characters a representative boy and his associates. In them Abbott did for one or two generations of young American readers a service not unlike that performed earlier, in England and America, by the authors of Evenings at Home, The History of Sandford and Merton, and the The Parent's Assistant.
Fewacres in 1906, Abbott's residence at Farmington, Maine
His brothers, John S.C. Abbott and Gorham Dummer Abbott, were also authors. His sons, Benjamin Vaughan Abbott, Austin Abbott, both eminent lawyers, Lyman Abbott, and Edward Abbott, a clergyman, were also well-known authors.
He was a prolific author, writing juvenile fiction, brief histories, biographies, religious books for the general reader, and a few works in popular science. He died in Farmington, Maine, where he had spent part of his time after 1839, and where his brother, Samuel Phillips Abbott, founded the Abbott School.
His Rollo Books, such as Rollo at Work, Rollo at Play, Rollo in Europe, etc., are the best known of his writings, having as their chief characters a representative boy and his associates. In them Abbott did for one or two generations of young American readers a service not unlike that performed earlier, in England and America, by the authors of Evenings at Home, The History of Sandford and Merton, and the The Parent's Assistant.
Fewacres in 1906, Abbott's residence at Farmington, Maine
His brothers, John S.C. Abbott and Gorham Dummer Abbott, were also authors. His sons, Benjamin Vaughan Abbott, Austin Abbott, both eminent lawyers, Lyman Abbott, and Edward Abbott, a clergyman, were also well-known authors.
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November 21, 2019
Rollo does it again.
On my way into Boston, I followed Uncle George's advice. The red line was closed for scheduled maintenance so no one could transfer from the silver line and instead of fussing, I followed a herd out of the station onto a shuttle bus that took us to State Street. Good old Uncle George (although he's too formal for those adjectives).
Rolls in Paris starts with a whole lot of exposition about Paris, of course, and the best way to get there. Mr. Holiday and co. decide to take the crossing at Dover, but George and Rollo choose more affordable passage at Hartford, an unimpressive town, and take a train to Paris, while Uncle George teaches us not to freak out about our luggage.
The Eiffel Tower is generations away here, and the main draw is a great set of boulevards that bisects Paris. Rollo and Jennie go out to explore and have a comic incident where they go to the Hippidrome thinking it is a church.
The sights and entertainments of Paris are described beautifully, including things Rollo has never seen before like dogs on leashes and a merry-go-round. Rollo has a delightful and rather funny friendship with a boy named Carlos who speaks no French or English. Then Jacob Abbott realizes he's at word count and shoves the rest of the sights into one short chapter and Rollo is off to Switzerland.
Still funny, but not nearly as good as Rollo on the Atlantic. Or maybe these just get duller as the novelty wears off. We'll see how entertaining Rollo is in the Alps.
On my way into Boston, I followed Uncle George's advice. The red line was closed for scheduled maintenance so no one could transfer from the silver line and instead of fussing, I followed a herd out of the station onto a shuttle bus that took us to State Street. Good old Uncle George (although he's too formal for those adjectives).
Rolls in Paris starts with a whole lot of exposition about Paris, of course, and the best way to get there. Mr. Holiday and co. decide to take the crossing at Dover, but George and Rollo choose more affordable passage at Hartford, an unimpressive town, and take a train to Paris, while Uncle George teaches us not to freak out about our luggage.
The Eiffel Tower is generations away here, and the main draw is a great set of boulevards that bisects Paris. Rollo and Jennie go out to explore and have a comic incident where they go to the Hippidrome thinking it is a church.
The sights and entertainments of Paris are described beautifully, including things Rollo has never seen before like dogs on leashes and a merry-go-round. Rollo has a delightful and rather funny friendship with a boy named Carlos who speaks no French or English. Then Jacob Abbott realizes he's at word count and shoves the rest of the sights into one short chapter and Rollo is off to Switzerland.
Still funny, but not nearly as good as Rollo on the Atlantic. Or maybe these just get duller as the novelty wears off. We'll see how entertaining Rollo is in the Alps.
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