The Captain's Room, EtcChatto & Windus, 1887 - 398 sider |
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Side 205 - Tis well to be merry and wise, 'Tis well to be honest and true; 'Tis well to be off with the old love, Before you are on with the new.
Side 207 - ... been preserved. It makes one weep to think how our middle-class people neglect their genealogies, so that they know nothing of their own people, and have no pride, and learn no lessons from the past. Cannot something be done, my friends ? Can we not write the annals of our own generation, each for his own family, so that whatever the fate of our children and grandchildren, they, too, may feel that they have ancestors who lived, and loved, and hoped, and made a little success, perhaps, and died...
Side 103 - ... sexes. Here walked a beau bareheaded, — here a French fop with both his hands in his pockets, carrying all his pleated coat before to shew his silk breeches. There were a cluster of senators talking of state affairs and the price of corn and cattle, and were disturbed with the noisy milk folks, crying, — 'A can of milk, ladies ! A can of red cow's milk, sir 1 ' " — London Past and Present, by Wheatley and Cunningham.
Side 119 - Then she sank back in her chair and covered her face with her hands, saying : ' It is true, my child. Here is thy father's signature. This is the last blow.
Side 66 - Carolines ; if you look at the map you will see that it is comparatively easy of access for the surrounding islands Unfortunately, however, communication between is limited.
Side 112 - O woe betide that evil day On which this witless wight was born, Who drew the sword — the garter cut, But never blew the bugle-horn.
Side 112 - Blessed be the day our Saviour was born, For Master 's corn's all well shorn. And we will have a good supper to-night. And a, drinking of ale and a kirn, A kirn! ahoa!
Side 181 - Meantime, those who were not actively employed sat on the edge of the pool with their feet in the water and waited.
Side 207 - You see, Elsie,' said Violet. 'So, there, nothing more need be said. And about this Mr. Percival, I can't ask a stranger here and begin — Once there was a girl. Would he call upon me if you ask him ? Most men would lik e the chance, ' she added, with a laugh. ' He admires you very greatly,