The writings of Douglas Jerrold. Collected ed, Volum 8 |
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Side 9
... six children ! Bullf . I'm not conceited ; but I think I should . Hem ! " Ladies and gentlemen , the next lot consists of eight mortals . " are blacks mortals ? Stop , Toby . Why , with some it's a matter of THE RENT DAY . 9.
... six children ! Bullf . I'm not conceited ; but I think I should . Hem ! " Ladies and gentlemen , the next lot consists of eight mortals . " are blacks mortals ? Stop , Toby . Why , with some it's a matter of THE RENT DAY . 9.
Side 17
... lady ? Crumbs . She was a — a favourite of the late ' squire's . She's long since dead . Jack . A favourite and dead ! Ha ! I suppose the ' squire was fond of her , and so broke her heart . Crumbs . How dare you ? - Jack . ( Aside to ...
... lady ? Crumbs . She was a — a favourite of the late ' squire's . She's long since dead . Jack . A favourite and dead ! Ha ! I suppose the ' squire was fond of her , and so broke her heart . Crumbs . How dare you ? - Jack . ( Aside to ...
Side 44
... lady's name , Moll being thought more euphonic than " Mal " or " Matilda . " The incident of the king supping at a tavern with Nell , and finding himself without money to defray the bill , is variously related in the Chroniques ...
... lady's name , Moll being thought more euphonic than " Mal " or " Matilda . " The incident of the king supping at a tavern with Nell , and finding himself without money to defray the bill , is variously related in the Chroniques ...
Side 46
... lady whose companion she was , because she wouldn't listen to some lawyer man , old and ugly no doubt : dear Nelly , she is such a kind - hearted thing ! Haynes . But last night ? Mrs. S. Well , last night , as I was saying , she made ...
... lady whose companion she was , because she wouldn't listen to some lawyer man , old and ugly no doubt : dear Nelly , she is such a kind - hearted thing ! Haynes . But last night ? Mrs. S. Well , last night , as I was saying , she made ...
Side 49
... lady's short - sighted lord : to him she told the self - same story ; when his lordship said he had ever loved the clergy ; chucked the fluttering damsel under the chin , and went his way to play a match at bowls . Now , who dost think ...
... lady's short - sighted lord : to him she told the self - same story ; when his lordship said he had ever loved the clergy ; chucked the fluttering damsel under the chin , and went his way to play a match at bowls . Now , who dost think ...
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Side 43 - Gwynne, we cannot refuse belief to the various proofs of kind-heartedness, liberality, and — taking into consideration her subsequent power to do harm — absolute goodness of a woman mingling — (if we may believe a passage in Pepys,) — from her earliest years in the most depraved scenes of a most dissolute age. The life of Nell Gwynne, from the time of her connexion with Charles the Second, to that of her death, proved that error had been forced upon her by circumstances, rather than indulged...
Side 270 - The streamers waving in the wind, When Black-eyed Susan came aboard, ' Oh ! where shall I my true love find ? Tell me, ye jovial sailors, tell me true, If my sweet William sails among the crew?
Side 270 - O Susan, Susan, lovely dear, My vows shall ever true remain; Let me kiss off that falling tear; We only part to meet again. Change, as ye list, ye winds; my heart shall be The faithful compass that still points to thee. Believe not what the landmen say, Who tempt with doubts thy constant mind.
Side 270 - Though battle call me from thy arms. Let not my pretty Susan mourn ; Though cannons roar, yet safe from harms, William shall to his dear return. Love turns aside the balls that round me fly, Lest precious tears should drop from Susan's eye.
Side 270 - The cord slides swiftly through his glowing hands, And (quick as lightning) on the deck he stands. So the sweet lark, high poised in air, Shuts close his pinions to his breast, (If chance his mate's shrill call he hear,) And drops at once into her nest. The noblest captain in the British fleet Might envy William's lip those kisses sweet.
Side 43 - Whilst we may safely reject as unfounded gossip many of the stories associated with the name of Nell Gwynne, we cannot refuse belief to the various proofs of kind-heartedness, liberality, and — taking into consideration her subsequent power to do harm — absolute goodness, of a woman mingling, if we may believe a passage in Pepys, from her earliest years in the most depraved scenes of a most dissolute age.
Side 44 - The house full of Parliament-men, it being holyday with them : and it was observable how a gentleman of good habit, sitting just before us, eating of some fruit in the midst of the play, did drop down as dead, being choked ; but with much ado Orange Moll did thrust her finger down his throat, and brought him to life again.
Side 278 - Admiral. Prisoner, as your ship is ordered for instant service, and it has been thought expedient that your shipmates should be witnesses of whatever punishment the court may award you, if...
Side 47 - My lodging it is on the cold ground, And very hard is my fare, But that which troubles me most, is The unkindness of my dear, Yet still I cry, O, turn love...
Side 256 - I only wish he'd come to sell me up, that's all. [DOGGRASS goes to door.] Oh, I know who you are looking after — your man, Jacob Twig; he hops after you on your dirty work, like a tom-tit after a jackdaw — I saw him leering in at the door. I wish my dear Gnatbrain was here. Oh, Susan, I wish he was here; he's one of the best, most constant of lovers — he'd befriend you for my sake.