JOHN L. SULLIVANR. F. Dibble Little, Brown ($3.00). Lonely in their libraries, sat Whittier, Lowell, Emerson, Holmes. From a dusty railway coach in the Back Bay station, with splendor in his mien and whiskey on his breath, emerged a bull-necked Irishman. Milling crowds roared greeting. "I thank you one and all very kindly," rumbled the Irishman. "Yours truly, John L. Sullivan."
Before he was a year old, he had given his aunt the prettiest black eye, that woman swore, which she had ever received. In adolescence, he astonished the citizenry by setting...
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