The Spirit of the Public Journals: Being an Impartial Selection of the Most Exquisite Essays and Jeux D'esprits, Principally Prose, that Appear in the Newspapers and Other Publications, Band 1

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Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott
James Ridgway, 1802

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Seite 343 - I voluntarily offered and gave all my money for one. I then came home and went whistling all over the house, much pleased with my whistle, but disturbing all the family. My brothers and sisters and cousins, understanding the bargain I had made, told me I had given four times as much for it as it was worth...
Seite 155 - In forest, brake or den, As beasts excel cold rocks and brambles rude ; Men who their duties know, But know their rights, and, knowing, dare maintain, Prevent the long-aimed blow, And crush the tyrant while they rend the chain ; These constitute a State; And sovereign law, that State's collected will, O'er thrones and globes elate Sits empress, crowning good, repressing ill.
Seite 343 - I saved my money. As I grew up, came into the world, and observed the actions of men, I thought I met with many, very many, who gave too much for the whistle.
Seite 73 - Archbishop of York, was very fond of a pun. His clergy dining with him, for the first time after he had lost his Lady, he told them he feared they did not find things in so good order as they used to be, in the time of poor Mary; and looking extremely sorrowful, added with a deep sigh — "She was, indeed, Mare padficum." A curate, who pretty well knew what she had been, called out : " Aye, my Lord, but she was Mare mortuum first.
Seite 220 - And Abraham answered and said, Lord, he would not worship thee, neither would he call upon thy name ; therefore have I driven him out from before my face into the wilderness.
Seite 115 - How blest my days, my thoughts how free, In sweet society with thee ! Then all was joyous, all was young, And years unheeded roll'd along : But now the pleasing dream is o'er, These scenes must charm me now no more.
Seite 117 - No orphan's cry to wound my ear ; My honour and my confcience clear ; Thus may I calmly meet my end, Thus to the grave in peace defcend. By Mifs COOPER (now Mrs. MAD AN) in her Brother's Coke upon Littleton. Thou, who labour'ft in this rugged mine, May'ft thou to gold th...
Seite 117 - Then welcome business, welcome strife, Welcome the cares, the thorns of life, The visage wan, the pore-blind sight, The toil by day, the lamp at night, The tedious forms, the solemn prate, The pert dispute, the dull debate, The drowsy bench, the babbling Hall...
Seite 116 - Juftice doom'd to fix her feat, There, fenc'd by bulwarks of the 'Law, She keeps the wond'ring world in -awe, And there, from vulgar fight retir'd, Like eaftern queens is more admir'd. O let me pierce the fecret fhade Where dwells the venerable maid ! There humbly mark, with rev'rent awe, The guardian of Britannia's Law, Unfold with joy her facred page, (Th...
Seite 303 - Oh! hush these suspicions," Fair Imogine said, "Offensive to love and to me! For, if you be living, or if you be dead, I swear by the Virgin, that none in your stead Shall husband of Imogine be.

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