The Spirit of the Public Journals, المجلد 12Stephen Jones, Charles Molloy Westmacott R. Phillips, 1809 Being an impartial selection of the most exquisite essays and jeux d'esprits, principally prose, that appear in the newspapers and other publications. |
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الصفحة 195 - Lay rotting in the sun : But things like that, you know, must be After a famous victory. "Great praise the Duke of Marlbro' won And our good Prince Eugene"; "Why 'twas a very wicked thing!
الصفحة 272 - An Eton stripling — training for the law, A dunce at syntax, but a dab at taw, — One happy Christmas, laid upon the shelf His cap and gown and stores of learned pelf, With all the deathless bards of Greece and Rome, To spend a fortnight at his uncle's home. Returned, and passed the usual how-d'ye does, Inquiries of old friends, and college news ; " Well, Tom, the road ; what saw you worth discerning ? How's all at college, Tom : what is't you're learning...
الصفحة 169 - Thus to the Eastern wealth through Storms we go, But now, the Cape once doubled, fear no more: A constant Trade-wind will securely blow, And gently lay us on the Spicy shore.
الصفحة 253 - tis better as more dear, We, for high usance, should revere, My Uncle. And though to make the heedless wise, He cheats in all he sells or buys, To work a moral purpose tries My Uncle. Who, when our friends are quite withdrawn, And hypocrites no longer fawn Takes all but honour into pawn My Uncle.
الصفحة 68 - No evening party begins till midnight ; and it is indispensible to the character of a Member of Parliament, that after a long debate, he should go to his dinner at six o'clock in the morning. It must be dinner whatever be the hour, and however often he may have restored at Bellamy's. It is the sign of pure unadulterate simplicity to act like the herd, who eat when...
الصفحة 48 - An ancient maiden aunt, near seventy, a cheerful, venerable, and pleasant old lady, lives in the house with us — she is the delight of both young and old — she is civil to all the...
الصفحة 60 - Yes, my Lord, it is me.' — { I am surprised to see 'you in such a place,' added his Lordship. ' And I 'am equally astonished at seeing your Lordship; but 'you must know, my Lord, that I am afflicted with 'a pain in the chest, attended at times with a difficulty 'of utterance. Your Lordship may easily perceive ' how I am affected at this moment/ — ' 1 do perceive ' it, indeed/ rejoined the church dignitary.
الصفحة 17 - Nor did I ever labour by entreaty more earnestly for any thing, than I did from the beginning, and before the beginning, to dissuade sir Francis from being a candidate for Middlesex ; and, for his sake, I rejoice that he is not returned to parliament for that place or for any other.
الصفحة 273 - tis done, For every John-pie must be a pi-ge-on !" " Bravo !" Sir Peter cries, " Logic for ever ! It beats my grandmother — and she was clever ! But, zounds, my boy— it surely would be hard, That wit and learning should have no reward ! To-morrow, for a stroll, the park we'll cross, And then I'll give you"—" What?"—
الصفحة 396 - Sir Arthur, whose valour and skill •• Began so well, but ended so ill ; Who beat the French who took the gold That lay in the city of Lisbon. This is th...