The Album, Volume 1J. Andrews., 1822 - England |
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... look back to the collections of former years . There are not many things more touching than to turn to these tokens of by - gone social enjoyment . The outpourings of buoyant gaiety , the playful allusions to local and tempo- rary jests ...
... look back to the collections of former years . There are not many things more touching than to turn to these tokens of by - gone social enjoyment . The outpourings of buoyant gaiety , the playful allusions to local and tempo- rary jests ...
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... looks of shame far greater , and with the air of the deepest depression , seemed to àwait their turn of hear- ing with the most anxious fear , rarely and slightly varied by a faint degree of hope . But by far the greatest number had that ...
... looks of shame far greater , and with the air of the deepest depression , seemed to àwait their turn of hear- ing with the most anxious fear , rarely and slightly varied by a faint degree of hope . But by far the greatest number had that ...
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... look unmoved on these the most degraded appearances of human nature - the very dregs and offal of misfortune and of crime ! The first case which was called was not of a nature calculated to remove the impressions to which the scene ...
... look unmoved on these the most degraded appearances of human nature - the very dregs and offal of misfortune and of crime ! The first case which was called was not of a nature calculated to remove the impressions to which the scene ...
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... looks were rivetted on his son , who seemed to shrink from his gaze , as if his father's sufferings added tenfold bitter- ness to his own , When the young man's name was called , a shudder seemed to pass over his frame , but he stepped ...
... looks were rivetted on his son , who seemed to shrink from his gaze , as if his father's sufferings added tenfold bitter- ness to his own , When the young man's name was called , a shudder seemed to pass over his frame , but he stepped ...
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... looks were those of seared and desperate unconcern . Her eye had still the glassiness of inebriety , or , it might be , of habitual drunkenness ; and when she spoke in answer to the magistrate , her language was mingled with obscenity ...
... looks were those of seared and desperate unconcern . Her eye had still the glassiness of inebriety , or , it might be , of habitual drunkenness ; and when she spoke in answer to the magistrate , her language was mingled with obscenity ...
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Page 41 - Imlac,) I will not undertake to maintain, against the concurrent and unvaried testimony of all ages, and of all nations. There is no people, rude or learned, among whom apparitions of the dead are not related and believed. This opinion, which prevails as far as human nature is diffused, could become universal only by its truth...
Page 413 - He sat by himself, with a glass of port wine negus, and a spoon; sipping and stirring, and meditating and sipping, until nothing was left but the spoon. He gradually fell asleep bolt upright in his chair, with the empty glass standing before him; and the candle seemed to fall asleep too, for the wick grew long, and black, and cabbaged at the end, and dimmed the little light that remained in the chamber.
Page 407 - I went to the windows in quest of something to amuse the eye ; but it seemed as if I had been placed completely out of the reach of all amusement. The windows of my bed-room looked out among tiled roofs and stacks of chimneys, while those of my sitting-room commanded a full view of the stable-yard. I know of nothing more calculated to make a man sick of this world than a stable-yard on a rainy day.
Page 407 - It was a rainy Sunday in the gloomy month of November. I had been detained, in the course of a journey, by a slight indisposition, from which I was recovering; but was still feverish, and obliged to keep within doors all day, in an inn of the small town of Derby. A wet Sunday in a country inn! — whoever has had the luck to experience one can alone judge of my situation.
Page 413 - ... stranger had evidently but just retired. — I turned off, sorely disappointed, to my room, which had been changed to the front of the house. As I went along the corridor, I saw a large pair of boots, with dirty, waxed tops, standing at the door of a bedchamber. They doubtless belonged to the unknown ; but it would not do to disturb so redoubtable a personage in his den ; he might discharge a pistol or something worse at my head.
Page 414 - It argues, I think, a sweet and generous nature, to have this strong relish for the beauties of vegetation, and this friendship for the hardy and glorious sons of the forest. There is a grandeur of thought connected with this part of riral economy.
Page 411 - ... such indignation. He must be a middle-aged man, and confounded ugly into the bargain, or the girl would not have taken the matter in such terrible dudgeon. I confess I was sorely puzzled. In a few minutes I heard the voice of my landlady. I caught a glance of her as she came tramping up stairs; her face glowing, her cap flaring, her tongue wagging the whole way.
Page 409 - I was dreadfully hipped. The hours seemed as if they would never creep by. The very ticking of the clock became irksome. At length the stillness of the house was interrupted by the ringing of a bell. Shortly after I heard the voice of a waiter at the bar : " The stout gentleman in No. 13, wants his breakfast. Tea and bread and butter, with ham and eggs ; the eggs not to be too much done.
Page 410 - When there was another ringing. Shortly afterwards there was a stir and an inquest about the house. The stout gentleman wanted the Times or the Chronicle newspaper. I set him down, therefore, for a Whig ; or rather, from his being so absolute and lordly where he had a chance, I suspected him of being a Radical. Hunt, I had heard, was a large map ; " who knows," thought I, "but it is Hunt himself!
Page 408 - Boots, all slunk back again to their holes; the street again became silent, and the rain continued to rain on. In fact, there was no hope of its clearing up; the barometer pointed to rainy weather; mine...