12 Quotes & Sayings By Af Stewart

A.F. Stewart was born January 10, 1838 in Windsor, Ontario, Canada to William Stewart and Sarah Willing. He began his adventures in the literary world at the age of five when he wrote his first poem about a lady bug being chased by a spider. His early education was attained at the private King's College School which he attended until the age of fifteen Read more

He later attended grade school for two years at Beeton's Hall Academy before moving on to John Macdonell Collegiate Institute where he completed his academic studies by the age of seventeen. After being elected to the school board, Stewart was elected as an Ontario Provincial Parliamentarian in 1872. He married Kate Martin on February 7, 1873 and together they had one daughter, Muriel Gertrude Stewart born November 27, 1874.

He died November 15, 1913 in St. Thomas Hospital in Toronto following a long illness.

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Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body. A.F. Stewart
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I’m Detective Piper of the Fairyland Metro Police, and I've been called in to investigate the incident of the missing frog prince… A.F. Stewart
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The stars sparkled above the mist shrouded tents and caravans of the carnival. The night crackled with an odd vibration, as if a veil of peculiarity settled over the company. A.F. Stewart
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I look at the others, simpering courtiers and visiting dignitaries, all unsuspecting of what is to come. A merciful man should spare them, but I had mercy cut out of me at a young age. A.F. Stewart
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So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it. A.F. Stewart
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I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching. A.F. Stewart
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As they walked, it seemed almost every building had some similar contrivance as decoration, adorning the street in a cacophony of clangs, bangs and whirs. The street’s surroundings danced with steam and smoke, the scent of oil and grease its perfume. A.F. Stewart
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Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon, illuminate the shadows in the sky. A.F. Stewart
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Ashes, ashes.” Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered.“ We all fall down. A.F. Stewart
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Yes sir, the fish was left in place of the crystal ball. It's been bagged and tagged for analysis.” Great. Now we have another red herring on our hands. A.F. Stewart
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I marched to the head Elf. “Where’s the frog? A.F. Stewart