"Drifting About"; Or, What "Jeems Pipes, of Pipesville," Saw-and-did. An Autobiography by Stephen C. Massett. With Many Comic Illustrations by Mullen

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Carleton, 1863 - 371 sider
 

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Side 29 - Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of themselves is as true of personal habits as of money.
Side 63 - I know our country disposition well ; In Venice they do let heaven see the pranks They dare not show their husbands ; their best conscience Is not to leave undone, but keep unknown.
Side 265 - The bridegroom may forget the bride Was made his wedded wife yestreen ; The monarch may forget the crown ' That on his head an hour has been ; The mother may forget the child That smiles sae sweetly on her knee ; But I'll remember thee, Glencairn, And a' that thou hast done for me ! " LINES, SENT TO SIR JOHN WHITEFORD, OF WHITEFORD, BART.
Side 136 - My name is Norval: on the Grampian hills My father feeds his flocks; a frugal swain, Whose constant cares were to increase his store, And keep his only son, myself, at home. For I had heard of battles, and I longed To follow to the field some warlike lord : And Heaven soon granted what my sire denied.
Side 172 - Now comes the most wonderful of all. " Sir, venturing too near a powder-mill at Faversham, I was, by a sudden explosion, blown into a million of atoms ; by this unpleasant accident I was rendered unfit for my business (a banker's clerk); but, hearing of your...
Side 331 - Consider the lilies how they grow: they toil not, neither do they spin; and yet I say unto you, that Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Side 16 - Sally has a cross old granny.' " ' « 'Oh! ' " ' "Heave and fall — -jib-halyards — hoist away." ' "Oh! dear— oh! dear." ' "The clumsy brute has half-killed the girl! — Don't cry, my dear." ' "Pick up the child, Tom, and shove it out of the way.
Side 201 - Now let there be the merry sound of music and of dance, Through thy corn-fields green, and sunny vines, oh pleasant land of France ! And thou, Rochelle, our own Rochelle, proud city of the waters, Again let rapture light the eyes of all thy mourning daughters. As thou wert constant in our ills, be joyous in our joy, For cold, and stiff, and still are they who wrought thy walls annoy.
Side 186 - Here he may many a time have sat when a boy, watching the slowly revolving spit with all the longing of an urchin ; or of an evening, listening to the cronies and gossips of Stratford, dealing forth churchyard tales and legendary anecdotes of the troublesome times of England. In this chair, it is the custom of every one that visits the house, to sit ; whether this be done with the hope of imbibing any of the inspiration of the bard, I am at a loss to say...
Side 220 - Boulevard des Italiens in particular, and those adjacent, present on a fine autumnal evening a scene of the utmost gaiety ; the effect is indescribable ; a confusion of colours and images bursts upon the eye, and the whiteness of the houses, broken at intervals by dark masses of verdure, form a beautiful contrast to the blaze of light issuing from the splendid

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