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Сторінка 26 - Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me ; Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Btuffs out his vacant garments with his form : Then have I reason to be fond of grief.
Сторінка 18 - A direful death indeed they had, As wad put any parent mad ; But she was more than usual calm, She did not give a single dam.
Сторінка 4 - Mock-chastisement and partnership in play. And, as a faggot sparkles on the hearth, Not less if unattended and alone Than when both young and old sit gathered round And take delight in its activity, Even so this happy creature of herself Is all-sufficient...
Сторінка 12 - This is Saturday and I am very glad of it because I have play half the Day and I get money too but alas I owe Isabella 4 pence for I am finned 2 pence whenever I bite my nails. Isabella is teaching me to make simme colings nots of interrigations . peorids commoes, etc. ... As this is Sunday I will meditate upon Senciable and Religious subjects. First I should be very thankful I am not a begger.
Сторінка 27 - Go on, dear youth, the glorious path pursue Which bounteous Nature kindly smooths for you ; Go bid the seeds her hands have sown arise, By timely culture, to their native skies ; Go, and employ the poet's heavenly art, Not merely to delight, but mend the heart.
Сторінка 5 - Miss Potune a Lady of my acquaintance praises me dreadfully. I repeated something out of Dean Swift, and she said I was fit for the stage, and you may think I was primmed up with majestick Pride, but upon my word I felt...
Сторінка 1 - This done repeatedly till she was pleased, she gave him his new lesson, gravely and slowly, timing it upon her small fingers,— he saying it after her : Wonery, twoery, tickery, seven; Alibi, crackaby, ten, and eleven; Pin, pan, musky, dan; Tweedle-um, twoddle-um, Twenty-wan; eerie, one, ourie, You, are, out.
Сторінка 5 - Lady of my acquaintance praises me dreadfully. I repeated something out of Dean Swift, and she said I was fit for the stage, and you may think I was primmed up with majestick Pride, but upon my word I felt myselfe turn a little birsay — birsay is a word which is a word that William composed which is as you may suppose a little enraged. This horrid fat simpliton says that my Aunt is beautifull which is intirely impossible for that is not her nature.
Сторінка 10 - Devil got the better of me but she never never never whips me so that I think I would be the better of it and the next time that I behave ill I think she should do it for she never does it Isabella has given me praise for checking my temper for I was sulky even when she was kneeling an hole hour teaching me to write.