The world of wit and humour, ed. by G.M. FennGeorge Manville Fenn Cassell, Petter, & Galpin, 1899 - 480 стор. |
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... Speak in Public Irish Exculpation , On 37 275 Irish Gardener 397 How Vane are All Thangs here .. Irish Labourers 16 Below Kyan Pepper Knitting - needle and Poker Knowed it at de Time Knowing Man , A Knows no Law Knows Something about it ...
... Speak in Public Irish Exculpation , On 37 275 Irish Gardener 397 How Vane are All Thangs here .. Irish Labourers 16 Below Kyan Pepper Knitting - needle and Poker Knowed it at de Time Knowing Man , A Knows no Law Knows Something about it ...
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... speaking terms with Sydney Smith . ' Motley " will be our " only wear . " We promise a pleasant patchwork of the merry speeches and doings , real and fictitious , of the present and the past . The legal vinegar of Curran will be poured ...
... speaking terms with Sydney Smith . ' Motley " will be our " only wear . " We promise a pleasant patchwork of the merry speeches and doings , real and fictitious , of the present and the past . The legal vinegar of Curran will be poured ...
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... speak in the dark phraseology of slang . If he does anything on his own responsibility , ho does it on his own hook . If he sees anything remarkably good , he calls it a stunner , ' the superlative of which is a regular stunner . ' If a ...
... speak in the dark phraseology of slang . If he does anything on his own responsibility , ho does it on his own hook . If he sees anything remarkably good , he calls it a stunner , ' the superlative of which is a regular stunner . ' If a ...
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... speak of myself , I should say that I was in the Flower of manhood - that I was neither a Standard nor a Dwarf , a Mushroom nor a Maypole ; my nose is of the Turnip - Reddish kind , and my locks hang in clusters about my Ears . I am ...
... speak of myself , I should say that I was in the Flower of manhood - that I was neither a Standard nor a Dwarf , a Mushroom nor a Maypole ; my nose is of the Turnip - Reddish kind , and my locks hang in clusters about my Ears . I am ...
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... speaking of the frail constitution of the women of the present day , remarked that we ought to take great care of our grandmothers , for we should never get any more . A GENTLEMAN , riding through Sydenham , saw a board with " This ...
... speaking of the frail constitution of the women of the present day , remarked that we ought to take great care of our grandmothers , for we should never get any more . A GENTLEMAN , riding through Sydenham , saw a board with " This ...
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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...