The world of wit and humour, ed. by G.M. FennGeorge Manville Fenn Cassell, Petter, & Galpin, 1899 - 480 стор. |
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... returned to the halls of my fathers by night , and I found them in ruins . I cried aloud , My fathers , where are they ? ' and echo responded , ' Is that you , Patrick M'Clathery ? " " " THE following advertisement is copied from a ...
... returned to the halls of my fathers by night , and I found them in ruins . I cried aloud , My fathers , where are they ? ' and echo responded , ' Is that you , Patrick M'Clathery ? " " " THE following advertisement is copied from a ...
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... returning it , he said , " Thou knows I can only read book - print by spelling it first - thou'rt the scholard ... returned the friendly grasp , and pointed in triumph to the joint , saying , " Is that nowt , eh ? ” " It looks well ...
... returning it , he said , " Thou knows I can only read book - print by spelling it first - thou'rt the scholard ... returned the friendly grasp , and pointed in triumph to the joint , saying , " Is that nowt , eh ? ” " It looks well ...
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... returned ; and on another wet , disagreeable day he called for it , but found his friend at the door , going out with it in his hand . " I've come for my umbrella , " exclaimed the lender . " Can't help that , " exclaimed the borrower ...
... returned ; and on another wet , disagreeable day he called for it , but found his friend at the door , going out with it in his hand . " I've come for my umbrella , " exclaimed the lender . " Can't help that , " exclaimed the borrower ...
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... returned of the fair coquette ; She was bending over her silken net , And , counting her victims o'er and o'er , The more she counted , she laughed the more . Then I blessed my stars that my stars blessed me By keeping me clear of that ...
... returned of the fair coquette ; She was bending over her silken net , And , counting her victims o'er and o'er , The more she counted , she laughed the more . Then I blessed my stars that my stars blessed me By keeping me clear of that ...
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... returned from the Summer Campane with my unparaleld show of wax works and livin wild Beests of Pray in the early part of this munth . The peple of Baldinsville met me cordully and II , immejitly commenst restin myself with my famerly ...
... returned from the Summer Campane with my unparaleld show of wax works and livin wild Beests of Pray in the early part of this munth . The peple of Baldinsville met me cordully and II , immejitly commenst restin myself with my famerly ...
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Сторінка 366 - So the Deacon inquired of the village folk Where he could find the strongest oak, That could n't be split nor bent nor broke, — That was for spokes and floor and sills; He sent for lancewood to make the thills; The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, The panels of white-wood, that cuts like cheese, But lasts like iron for things like these; The hubs of logs from the "Settler's ellum...
Сторінка 133 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Сторінка 40 - The school-boy whips his taxed top ; the beardless youth manages his taxed horse with a taxed bridle, on a taxed road ; and the dying Englishman, pouring his medicine, which has paid...
Сторінка 366 - Hahnsum kerridge" they called it then. Eighteen hundred and twenty came; — Running as usual ; much the same. Thirty and forty at last arrive, And then came fifty, and FIFTY-FIVE. Little of all we value here Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year Without both feeling and looking queer. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth, So far as I know, but a tree and truth. (This is a moral that runs at large; Take it.
Сторінка 40 - ... everything that comes from abroad, or is grown at home; taxes on the raw material; taxes on every fresh value that is added to it by the industry of man...
Сторінка 366 - n' all the kentry raoun'; It should be so built that it couldn' break daown: "Fur," said the Deacon, '"t's mighty plain Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain; 'N' the way t' fix it, uz I maintain, Is only jest T' make that place uz strong uz the rest.
Сторінка 40 - His whole property is then immediately taxed from 2 to 10 per cent. Besides the probate, large fees are demanded for burying him in the chancel; his virtues are handed down to posterity on taxed marble; and he is then gathered to his fathers, — to be taxed no more.
Сторінка 367 - ... Fifty-five! This morning the parson takes a drive. Now, small boys, get out of the way! Here comes the wonderful one-hoss shay, Drawn by a rat-tailed, ewe-necked bay. "Huddup!" said the parson. — Off went they. The parson was working his Sunday's text, — Had got to fifthly, and stopped perplexed At what the — Moses — was coming next. All at once the horse stood still, Close by the meet'n '-house on the hill.
Сторінка 105 - THE BALLAD OF THE OYSTERMAN. IT was a tall young oysterman lived by the river-side, His shop was just upon the bank, his boat was on the tide; The daughter of a fisherman, that was so straight and slim, Lived over on the other bank, right opposite to him. It was the pensive oysterman that saw a lovely maid, Upon a moonlight evening, a sitting in the shade ; He saw her wave her handkerchief, as much as if to say, "I'm wide awake, young oysterman, and all the folks away.
Сторінка 366 - Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, There is always somewhere a weakest spot, — In hub, tire, felloe, in spring or thill, In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, In screw, bolt, thoroughbrace, — lurking still, Find it somewhere you must and will, — Above or below, or within or without, — And that's the reason, beyond a doubt, A chaise breaks down, but doesn't wear out. But the Deacon swore (as Deacons do, With an "I dew vum...