2019, ISBN: 9781552125823

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2019. Hardcover. New. PUBLISHING TITLE. The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home is a novella by Charles Dickens, published by Bradbury and Evans, and released on 20 December 184… mais…

2019. Hardcover. New. PUBLISHING TITLE. The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home is a novella by Charles Dickens, published by Bradbury and Evans, and released on 20 December 1845 with illustrations by Daniel Maclise, John Leech, Richard Doyle, Clarkson Stanfield and Edwin Henry Landseer. Like Dickens’ other Christmas books, it was published in book form, not as a serial. It is subdivided into chapters called ""Chirps"", similar to the ""Quarters"" of The Chimes or the ""Staves"" of A Christmas Carol. It is the third of Dickens' five Christmas books, preceded by A Christmas Carol (1843) and The Chimes (1844), and followed by The Battle of Life (1846) and The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain (1848). The book was sold briskly into the New Year. Seventeen stage productions opened during the Christmas season 1845. Dickens read the tale four times in public performance. It has been dramatised in numerous languages and for years was very popular on stage. Charles Dickens, born on February 7, 1812, at Portsmouth, Hampshire, England, was an English novelist, generally considered the greatest of the Victorian era. Dickens left school to work in a factory when his father was incarcerated in a debtors' prison. Despite his lack of formal education, he edited a weekly journal for 20 years, wrote 15 novels, five novellas, hundreds of short stories and non-fiction articles, lectured and performed readings extensively. Dickens enjoyed a great popularity during his lifetime. Much in his work could appeal to the simple and the sophisticated, to the poor and to the queen, and technological developments as well as the qualities of his work enabled his fame to spread worldwide very quickly. The range, compassion, and intelligence of his apprehension of his society and its shortcomings enriched his novels and made him both one of the great forces in 19th-century literature and an influential spokesman of the conscience of his age. The Title 'The Cricket on the Hearth written/authored/edited by Charles Dickens', published in the year 2019. The ISBN 9788121218245 is assigned to the Hardcover version of this title. This book has total of pp. 100 (Pages). The publisher of this title is Gyan Publishing House. This Book is in English. The subject of this book is Children Books. Size of the book is 14.34 x 22.59 cms .POD, 2019, 2019. Softcover. New. PUBLISHING TITLE. The Cricket on the Hearth: A Fairy Tale of Home is a novella by Charles Dickens, published by Bradbury and Evans, and released on 20 December 1845 with illustrations by Daniel Maclise, John Leech, Richard Doyle, Clarkson Stanfield and Edwin Henry Landseer. Like Dickens’ other Christmas books, it was published in book form, not as a serial. It is subdivided into chapters called ""Chirps"", similar to the ""Quarters"" of The Chimes or the ""Staves"" of A Christmas Carol. It is the third of Dickens' five Christmas books, preceded by A Christmas Carol (1843) and The Chimes (1844), and followed by The Battle of Life (1846) and The Haunted Man and the Ghost's Bargain (1848). The book was sold briskly into the New Year. Seventeen stage productions opened during the Christmas season 1845. Dickens read the tale four times in public performance. It has been dramatised in numerous languages and for years was very popular on stage. Charles Dickens, born on February 7, 1812, at Portsmouth, Hampshire, England, was an English novelist, generally considered the greatest of the Victorian era. Dickens left school to work in a factory when his father was incarcerated in a debtors' prison. Despite his lack of formal education, he edited a weekly journal for 20 years, wrote 15 novels, five novellas, hundreds of short stories and non-fiction articles, lectured and performed readings extensively. Dickens enjoyed a great popularity during his lifetime. Much in his work could appeal to the simple and the sophisticated, to the poor and to the queen, and technological developments as well as the qualities of his work enabled his fame to spread worldwide very quickly. The range, compassion, and intelligence of his apprehension of his society and its shortcomings enriched his novels and made him both one of the great forces in 19th-century literature and an influential spokesman of the conscience of his age. The Title 'The Cricket on the Hearth written/authored/edited by Charles Dickens', published in the year 2019. The ISBN 9788121218252 is assigned to the Paperback version of this title. This book has total of pp. 100 (Pages). The publisher of this title is Gyan Publishing House. This Book is in English. The subject of this book is Children Books. Size of the book is 13.34 x 21.59 cms .POD, 2019, Trafford Publishing, 2001. Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good/ Light wear to bright glossy cover, pen note inside cover, tight bright pages. About the Author- Ex combat infantry man in Korea. - 17 years as a rod buster (construction worker). - 3 years oil barge mate, and 4 years as captain. - A's in applied sciences, electrical technology. - Dean's list for 2 semesters of economics at a senior college. - Holder of general radio-telephone license with radar endorsement. Excerpt. &#xA9; Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Sample Excerpt - Chapter One He looked at the old handwritten letter with astonishment, he could hardly believe what he was reading, yet some deep down gut feeling told him it was true. There was also a photo. He carefully folded the letter and placed it in his tunic. This required prayers ...prayers of the greatest and most beseeching magnitude he had ever offered. He got up from his desk, crossed the room, opened the door and started toward the chapel. There was a presence he felt behind him. He half turned. There was an explosion of light behind his eyes. He never felt the pain nor the violent concussive blow that shattered his skull and broke his neck. He was dead before he hit the highly polished hard wood floor of the rectory hall. Patrick Casey sat at his cluttered desk in the small office. As with all public defenders in the city, his case load was almost reaching the point where it would become overwhelming. He thumbed through the court briefs stacked in front of him. Simple assault, assault and battery, burglary, breaking and entering, possession, possession with intent to sell, even one attempted murder. All small potatoe. But they all required a competent legal defense. Most of them had rap sheets as long as the Staten Island Ferry ride... and most of them were guilty as sin. The end result would be, for almost all of them, a plea copping procedure. He glanced at the folded copy of the Daily News, the headline ran through his mind again (he'd read the lead story coming into work this morning)...Christ, a young priest murdered right in his rectory, by one of the workers no less. This city is really something else, it goes from bad to worse. But he wouldn't want to live anywhere else. This was the big apple. This was where it was at, no matter what IT was. If you learned your trade, vocation, profession, or whatever, here, you learned it the best. The competition was tremendous, the pace horrendous. Every field of endeavor was represented here in the city. And all of them required that you be at the top of your game. Being a criminal lawyer was tough enough, you had to be an expert in all facets of the profession, not the least of which was acting, yes, acting. You had to present your case to a jury. You had to be dramatic in your opening statement ...and even more so in the closing statement. It was therefore fitting that the toughest acting schools were right here in Manhattan not out on the west coast. Here an aspiring actor had to learn to dance and sing. It didn't matter if he or she were trying to be a dramatic player, nor if they couldn't carry a note in a bushel basket or had two left feet. They had to go through the paces. It was all part of the training discipline. Not so anywhere else. Casey loved the frantic hustle and mad tempo of the city, it was like nowhere else on earth ...and he fit right in. He was young (29) and strong (an athletic 225 on a lean 6 '1-1/2 " frame). Large Heavy Item.. Paperback. Very Good. No Exp., Trafford Publishing, 2001<

2001, ISBN: 9781552125823

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HarperTorch, February 1998. Paperback. Good - Trade. Stock photos may not look exactly like the book., HarperTorch, HarperTorch, February 1998. Paperback. Good - Trade. Stock photos m… mais…

HarperTorch, February 1998. Paperback. Good - Trade. Stock photos may not look exactly like the book., HarperTorch, HarperTorch, February 1998. Paperback. Good - Trade. Stock photos may not look exactly like the book., HarperTorch, Thomas Nelson and Son, 1946. This is an ex-library book and may have the usual library/used-book markings inside.This book has hardback covers. In good all round condition. No dust jacket. Please note the Image in this listing is a stock photo and may not match the covers of the actual item,350grams, ISBN:, Thomas Nelson and Son, 1946, Trafford Publishing, 2001. Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good/ Light wear to bright glossy cover, pen note inside cover, tight bright pages. About the Author- Ex combat infantry man in Korea. - 17 years as a rod buster (construction worker). - 3 years oil barge mate, and 4 years as captain. - A's in applied sciences, electrical technology. - Dean's list for 2 semesters of economics at a senior college. - Holder of general radio-telephone license with radar endorsement. Excerpt. &#xA9; Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Sample Excerpt - Chapter One He looked at the old handwritten letter with astonishment, he could hardly believe what he was reading, yet some deep down gut feeling told him it was true. There was also a photo. He carefully folded the letter and placed it in his tunic. This required prayers ...prayers of the greatest and most beseeching magnitude he had ever offered. He got up from his desk, crossed the room, opened the door and started toward the chapel. There was a presence he felt behind him. He half turned. There was an explosion of light behind his eyes. He never felt the pain nor the violent concussive blow that shattered his skull and broke his neck. He was dead before he hit the highly polished hard wood floor of the rectory hall. Patrick Casey sat at his cluttered desk in the small office. As with all public defenders in the city, his case load was almost reaching the point where it would become overwhelming. He thumbed through the court briefs stacked in front of him. Simple assault, assault and battery, burglary, breaking and entering, possession, possession with intent to sell, even one attempted murder. All small potatoe. But they all required a competent legal defense. Most of them had rap sheets as long as the Staten Island Ferry ride... and most of them were guilty as sin. The end result would be, for almost all of them, a plea copping procedure. He glanced at the folded copy of the Daily News, the headline ran through his mind again (he'd read the lead story coming into work this morning)...Christ, a young priest murdered right in his rectory, by one of the workers no less. This city is really something else, it goes from bad to worse. But he wouldn't want to live anywhere else. This was the big apple. This was where it was at, no matter what IT was. If you learned your trade, vocation, profession, or whatever, here, you learned it the best. The competition was tremendous, the pace horrendous. Every field of endeavor was represented here in the city. And all of them required that you be at the top of your game. Being a criminal lawyer was tough enough, you had to be an expert in all facets of the profession, not the least of which was acting, yes, acting. You had to present your case to a jury. You had to be dramatic in your opening statement ...and even more so in the closing statement. It was therefore fitting that the toughest acting schools were right here in Manhattan not out on the west coast. Here an aspiring actor had to learn to dance and sing. It didn't matter if he or she were trying to be a dramatic player, nor if they couldn't carry a note in a bushel basket or had two left feet. They had to go through the paces. It was all part of the training discipline. Not so anywhere else. Casey loved the frantic hustle and mad tempo of the city, it was like nowhere else on earth ...and he fit right in. He was young (29) and strong (an athletic 225 on a lean 6 '1-1/2 " frame). Large Heavy Item.. Paperback. Very Good. No Exp., Trafford Publishing, 2001<

2001, ISBN: 1552125823

[EAN: 9781552125823], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Trafford Publishing], Fiction|Mystery & Detective|General, Fiction|Action & Adventure|General, Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good… mais…

[EAN: 9781552125823], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Trafford Publishing], Fiction|Mystery & Detective|General, Fiction|Action & Adventure|General, Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good/ Light wear to bright glossy cover, pen note inside cover, tight bright pages. About the Author- Ex combat infantry man in Korea. - 17 years as a rod buster (construction worker). - 3 years oil barge mate, and 4 years as captain. - A's in applied sciences, electrical technology. - Dean's list for 2 semesters of economics at a senior college. - Holder of general radio-telephone license with radar endorsement. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Sample Excerpt - Chapter One He looked at the old handwritten letter with astonishment, he could hardly believe what he was reading, yet some deep down gut feeling told him it was true. There was also a photo. He carefully folded the letter and placed it in his tunic. This required prayers .prayers of the greatest and most beseeching magnitude he had ever offered. He got up from his desk, crossed the room, opened the door and started toward the chapel. There was a presence he felt behind him. He half turned. There was an explosion of light behind his eyes. He never felt the pain nor the violent concussive blow that shattered his skull and broke his neck. He was dead before he hit the highly polished hard wood floor of the rectory hall. Patrick Casey sat at his cluttered desk in the small office. As with all public defenders in the city, his case load was almost reaching the point where it would become overwhelming. He thumbed through the court briefs stacked in front of him. Simple assault, assault and battery, burglary, breaking and entering, possession, possession with intent to sell, even one attempted murder. All small potatoe. But they all required a competent legal defense. Most of them had rap sheets as long as the Staten Island Ferry ride. and most of them were guilty as sin. The end result would be, for almost all of them, a plea copping procedure. He glanced at the folded copy of the Daily News, the headline ran through his mind again (he'd read the lead story coming into work this morning).Christ, a young priest murdered right in his rectory, by one of the workers no less. This city is really something else, it goes from bad to worse. But he wouldn't want to live anywhere else. This was the big apple. This was where it was at, no matter what IT was. If you learned your trade, vocation, profession, or whatever, here, you learned it the best. The competition was tremendous, the pace horrendous. Every field of endeavor was represented here in the city. And all of them required that you be at the top of your game. Being a criminal lawyer was tough enough, you had to be an expert in all facets of the profession, not the least of which was acting, yes, acting. You had to present your case to a jury. You had to be dramatic in your opening statement .and even more so in the closing statement. It was therefore fitting that the toughest acting schools were right here in Manhattan not out on the west coast. Here an aspiring actor had to learn to dance and sing. It didn't matter if he or she were trying to be a dramatic player, nor if they couldn't carry a note in a bushel basket or had two left feet. They had to go through the paces. It was all part of the training discipline. Not so anywhere else. Casey loved the frantic hustle and mad tempo of the city, it was like nowhere else on earth .and he fit right in. He was young (29) and strong (an athletic 225 on a lean 6 '1-1/2 " frame). Large Heavy Item.<

2001, ISBN: 1552125823

[EAN: 9781552125823], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Trafford Publishing], Fiction|Mystery & Detective|General, Fiction|Action & Adventure|General, Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good… mais…

[EAN: 9781552125823], Gebraucht, sehr guter Zustand, [PU: Trafford Publishing], Fiction|Mystery & Detective|General, Fiction|Action & Adventure|General, Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good/ Light wear to bright glossy cover, pen note inside cover, tight bright pages. About the Author- Ex combat infantry man in Korea. - 17 years as a rod buster (construction worker). - 3 years oil barge mate, and 4 years as captain. - A's in applied sciences, electrical technology. - Dean's list for 2 semesters of economics at a senior college. - Holder of general radio-telephone license with radar endorsement. Excerpt. Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Sample Excerpt - Chapter One He looked at the old handwritten letter with astonishment, he could hardly believe what he was reading, yet some deep down gut feeling told him it was true. There was also a photo. He carefully folded the letter and placed it in his tunic. This required prayers .prayers of the greatest and most beseeching magnitude he had ever offered. He got up from his desk, crossed the room, opened the door and started toward the chapel. There was a presence he felt behind him. He half turned. There was an explosion of light behind his eyes. He never felt the pain nor the violent concussive blow that shattered his skull and broke his neck. He was dead before he hit the highly polished hard wood floor of the rectory hall. Patrick Casey sat at his cluttered desk in the small office. As with all public defenders in the city, his case load was almost reaching the point where it would become overwhelming. He thumbed through the court briefs stacked in front of him. Simple assault, assault and battery, burglary, breaking and entering, possession, possession with intent to sell, even one attempted murder. All small potatoe. But they all required a competent legal defense. Most of them had rap sheets as long as the Staten Island Ferry ride. and most of them were guilty as sin. The end result would be, for almost all of them, a plea copping procedure. He glanced at the folded copy of the Daily News, the headline ran through his mind again (he'd read the lead story coming into work this morning).Christ, a young priest murdered right in his rectory, by one of the workers no less. This city is really something else, it goes from bad to worse. But he wouldn't want to live anywhere else. This was the big apple. This was where it was at, no matter what IT was. If you learned your trade, vocation, profession, or whatever, here, you learned it the best. The competition was tremendous, the pace horrendous. Every field of endeavor was represented here in the city. And all of them required that you be at the top of your game. Being a criminal lawyer was tough enough, you had to be an expert in all facets of the profession, not the least of which was acting, yes, acting. You had to present your case to a jury. You had to be dramatic in your opening statement .and even more so in the closing statement. It was therefore fitting that the toughest acting schools were right here in Manhattan not out on the west coast. Here an aspiring actor had to learn to dance and sing. It didn't matter if he or she were trying to be a dramatic player, nor if they couldn't carry a note in a bushel basket or had two left feet. They had to go through the paces. It was all part of the training discipline. Not so anywhere else. Casey loved the frantic hustle and mad tempo of the city, it was like nowhere else on earth .and he fit right in. He was young (29) and strong (an athletic 225 on a lean 6 '1-1/2 " frame). Large Heavy Item.<

2001, ISBN: 9781552125823

Trafford Publishing, 2001. Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good/ Light wear to bright glossy cover, pen note inside cover, tight bright pages. About the Author- Ex combat infantry man in … mais…

Trafford Publishing, 2001. Trafford Publishing 2001 Very Good/ Light wear to bright glossy cover, pen note inside cover, tight bright pages. About the Author- Ex combat infantry man in Korea. - 17 years as a rod buster (construction worker). - 3 years oil barge mate, and 4 years as captain. - A's in applied sciences, electrical technology. - Dean's list for 2 semesters of economics at a senior college. - Holder of general radio-telephone license with radar endorsement. Excerpt. &#xA9; Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.Sample Excerpt - Chapter One He looked at the old handwritten letter with astonishment, he could hardly believe what he was reading, yet some deep down gut feeling told him it was true. There was also a photo. He carefully folded the letter and placed it in his tunic. This required prayers ...prayers of the greatest and most beseeching magnitude he had ever offered. He got up from his desk, crossed the room, opened the door and started toward the chapel. There was a presence he felt behind him. He half turned. There was an explosion of light behind his eyes. He never felt the pain nor the violent concussive blow that shattered his skull and broke his neck. He was dead before he hit the highly polished hard wood floor of the rectory hall. Patrick Casey sat at his cluttered desk in the small office. As with all public defenders in the city, his case load was almost reaching the point where it would become overwhelming. He thumbed through the court briefs stacked in front of him. Simple assault, assault and battery, burglary, breaking and entering, possession, possession with intent to sell, even one attempted murder. All small potatoe. But they all required a competent legal defense. Most of them had rap sheets as long as the Staten Island Ferry ride... and most of them were guilty as sin. The end result would be, for almost all of them, a plea copping procedure. He glanced at the folded copy of the Daily News, the headline ran through his mind again (he'd read the lead story coming into work this morning)...Christ, a young priest murdered right in his rectory, by one of the workers no less. This city is really something else, it goes from bad to worse. But he wouldn't want to live anywhere else. This was the big apple. This was where it was at, no matter what IT was. If you learned your trade, vocation, profession, or whatever, here, you learned it the best. The competition was tremendous, the pace horrendous. Every field of endeavor was represented here in the city. And all of them required that you be at the top of your game. Being a criminal lawyer was tough enough, you had to be an expert in all facets of the profession, not the least of which was acting, yes, acting. You had to present your case to a jury. You had to be dramatic in your opening statement ...and even more so in the closing statement. It was therefore fitting that the toughest acting schools were right here in Manhattan not out on the west coast. Here an aspiring actor had to learn to dance and sing. It didn't matter if he or she were trying to be a dramatic player, nor if they couldn't carry a note in a bushel basket or had two left feet. They had to go through the paces. It was all part of the training discipline. Not so anywhere else. Casey loved the frantic hustle and mad tempo of the city, it was like nowhere else on earth ...and he fit right in. He was young (29) and strong (an athletic 225 on a lean 6 '1-1/2 " frame). Large Heavy Item.. Paperback. Very Good. No Exp., Trafford Publishing, 2001<