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Side 425 - Comic Almanack. Complete in Two SERIES : The FIRST from 1835 to 1843 ; the SECOND from 1844 to 1853. A Gathering of the BEST HUMOUR of THACKERAY, HOOD, MAYHEW, ALBERT SMITH, A'BECKETT, ROBERT BROUGH, &c. With 2,000 Woodcuts and Steel Engravings by CRUIKSHANK, HINE, LANDELLS, &c.
Side 419 - Advertising, A History of, from the Earliest Times. Illustrated by Anecdotes, Curious Specimens, and Notices of Successful Advertisers. By HENRY SAMPSON. Crown 8vo, with Coloured Frontispiece and Illustrations, cloth gilt, 7s. 6d. Agony Column (The) of "The Times,
Side 426 - Words, Facts, and Phrases : A Dictionary of Curious, Quaint, and Out-of-the-Way Matters. By ELIEZER EDWARDS.
Side 421 - Les Femmes savantes. 3. Corneille : Le Cid. 4. Descartes: Discours de la methode. 5-6. Dante : Divina Commedia I. : Inferno. 7. Boccaccio : Decameron : Prlma giornata.
Side 2 - Pig in a poke! What is he?' said the Princess Napraxine in her pretty English, which she spoke with scarcely any foreign accent. 'The house is shocking ! It is the Parthenon mixed up with a Gasthof. It is a nightmare; and so small! I don't believe there is room for one quarter of the servants. And just look at these palms with their heads tied up as if they had neuralgia; and I am sure they may well have it, standing still in that bise, day and night. I think the whole place utterly odious. I will...
Side 14 - began Prince Napraxine. She interrupted him : ' I am not in the least jesting, I am entirely in earnest. I do not like being made war on by chemists ; I do not like annihilation left in a paper parcel ; it makes one feel absurd, fate seems trifling with one. A Jacquerie hewing at one with their scythes one would know what to do with, but who can extract any Sophoclean tragedy from a Thanatus that looks exactly like a box of sardines or a pot of...
Side 10 - I accordingly ordered a dinner to be prepared for his reception. When he arrived he brought with him a lady whom he introduced to my wife and to myself; but he never named her, only calling her " Questa Dama." She was by no means handsome, though genteel in her figure, apparently thirty years of age, and had the air of a person who had suffered in her health. There seemed something mysterious about her which excited my curiosity, but which I could not penetrate. Considering her with attention it...
Side 44 - The knights were all robbers, sitting on high in their fortresses, and swooping down like hawks on the fords, on the highways, on the moorlands, on the forests, on the little settlements below them.
Side 391 - ... child, what can I do for you ? " " Pray for me, New Papa ! " and she lifted her eyes upon him with a tender, appealing look. " Always, always, Adaly ! " " Tell me, New Papa, — tell me honestly, — is it not true that I can call no one mother, — that I never could ? " The Doctor trembled : he would have given ten years of his life to have been able to challenge her story, to disabuse her mind of the belief which he saw was fastened past all recall.
Side 141 - The eyes of Othmar dwelt on her now yearningly, sombrely, wistfully. ' It is of no use,' he said, abruptly. ' I did wrong to come here. If you wish for men who can, whilst they adore you, sit and drink chocolate and talk epigrams, seek elsewhere ; I am not one of them.