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... story which I think throws a little light on the obscure phrase . The face of the late Sergeant Cockle , it must be premised , was very much disfigured by the action of the small pox . In the course of his professional duty at Lancaster ...
... story which I think throws a little light on the obscure phrase . The face of the late Sergeant Cockle , it must be premised , was very much disfigured by the action of the small pox . In the course of his professional duty at Lancaster ...
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... STORY . BY W. AITKEN , P. Prov . G.M. THE winter of 1841 was a season that will long be remembered with painful anxiety by all classes in the manufacturing districts of England . The flag of commerce was lying motionless at the mast ...
... STORY . BY W. AITKEN , P. Prov . G.M. THE winter of 1841 was a season that will long be remembered with painful anxiety by all classes in the manufacturing districts of England . The flag of commerce was lying motionless at the mast ...
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Bety Ambos von Zweibrucken ; or the Exile of Siberia . AN EXTRAORDINARY STORY from life , I was travelling from Weimar to Frankfort , and had stopped at a little town , one or two stages beyond Fulda . I was standing at the window of ...
Bety Ambos von Zweibrucken ; or the Exile of Siberia . AN EXTRAORDINARY STORY from life , I was travelling from Weimar to Frankfort , and had stopped at a little town , one or two stages beyond Fulda . I was standing at the window of ...
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... story , and invited her to their houses , was a Countess Elise something or other , whose name I am sorry I did not write down . One day , on seeing her young protégé over- whelmed with grief , and almost in despair , she said , with ...
... story , and invited her to their houses , was a Countess Elise something or other , whose name I am sorry I did not write down . One day , on seeing her young protégé over- whelmed with grief , and almost in despair , she said , with ...
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... story , she burst into a fresh flood of tears , wrung her hands , and for some time could utter nothing but pas- sionate exclamations of grief : " What a horrible fate was mine ! I had come thus far to find , not my brother , only a ...
... story , she burst into a fresh flood of tears , wrung her hands , and for some time could utter nothing but pas- sionate exclamations of grief : " What a horrible fate was mine ! I had come thus far to find , not my brother , only a ...
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The Quarterly Magazine of the Independent Order of Odd-Fellows, Manchester Unity Повний перегляд - 1860 |
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Сторінка 176 - There is, in every human heart, Some not completely barren part, Where seeds of love and truth might grow, And flowers of generous virtue blow ; To plant, to watch, to water there, — This be our duty — be our care...
Сторінка 299 - Dresses for breakfasts, and dinners, and balls; Dresses to sit in, and stand in, and walk in; Dresses to dance in, and flirt in, and talk in; Dresses in which to do nothing at all ; Dresses for winter, spring, summer, and fall...
Сторінка 302 - To express the abusive, and then its arrears Were brought up all at once by a torrent of tears; And my last faint, despairing attempt at an obsErvation was lost in a tempest of sobs, Well, I felt for the lady, and felt for my hat too, Improvised on the crown of the latter a tattoo, In lieu of expressing the feelings which lay Quite too deep for words, as Wordsworth would say: Then, without going through the form of a...
Сторінка 301 - Well, having thus wooed Miss M'Flimsey, and gained her, With the silks, crinolines, and hoops that contained her, I had, as I thought, a contingent remainder At least in the property, and the best right To appear as its escort by day and by night; And it being the week of the Stuckups...
Сторінка 300 - And jewelry worth ten times more, I should guess, That she had not a thing in the wide world to wear! I should mention just here, that out of Miss Flora's Two hundred and fifty or sixty adorers, I had just been selected as he who should throw all The rest in the shade, by the gracious bestowal On myself, after twenty or thirty rejections, Of those fossil remains which she called her "affections," And that rather decayed, but well-known work of art, Which Miss Flora persisted in styling "her heart.
Сторінка 301 - I'm to polka as much as I please, And flirt when I like — now stop, don't you speak — And you must not come here more than twice in the week, Or talk to me either at party or ball, But always be ready to come when I call ; So...
Сторінка 302 - I mildly suggested the words — Hottentot, Pickpocket, and cannibal, Tartar, and thief, As gentle expletives which might give relief; But this only proved as spark to the powder, And the storm I had raised came faster and louder, It blew and it rained, thundered, lightened, and hailed Interjections, verbs, pronouns, till language quite failed To express the abusive, and then its arrears Were brought up all at once by a torrent of tears, And my last...
Сторінка 312 - ... the dancing and songs of savages. The toil of cotton-spinning, to which I was promoted in my nineteenth year, was excessively severe on a slim loose-jointed lad, but it was well paid for; and it enabled me to support myself while attending medical and Greek classes in Glasgow in winter, as also the divinity lectures of Dr Wardlaw, by working with my hands in summer.
Сторінка 302 - OUT something, perhaps rather rash, Quite innocent though ; but, to use an expression More striking than classic, it ' settled my hash,' And proved very soon the last act of our session. ' Fiddlesticks is it, Sir ? I wonder the ceiling Doesn't fall down and crush you...
Сторінка 312 - This exactly agreed with my ideas of what a Missionary Society ought to do ; but it was not without a pang that I offered myself, for it was not quite agreeable to one accustomed to work his own way to become in a mt asure dependent on others ; and I would not have been much put about though my offer had been rejected.