Barton's Comic Recitations and Humorous Dialogues: Designed for School Commencements and Amateur Theatricals

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Jerome Barton
Fitzgerald, 1871 - Humorous recitations - 180 pages
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Page 26 - Emboss'd and fill'd with water, as pure As any that flows between Rheims and Namur, Which a nice little boy stood ready to catch In a fine golden hand-basin made to match. Two nice little boys, rather more grown, Carried lavender-water, and...
Page 27 - And, not thinking at all about little Jackdaws, Deposits it straight by the side of his plate, While the nice little boys on his Eminence wait; Till, when...
Page 100 - Yes, yes, they are tenacious of reputation with a vengeance; for they don't choose anybody should have a character but themselves. Such a crew! Ah! many a wretch has rid on a hurdle who has done less mischief than these utterers of forged tales, coiners of scandal, and clippers of reputation.
Page 47 - But gave a slight turn to the end of her nose (That pure Grecian feature), as much as to say, "How absurd that any sane man should suppose That a lady would go to a ball in the clothes, No matter how fine, that she wears every day!" So I ventured again: "Wear your crimson brocade;" (Second turn up of nose) — "That's too dark by a shade.
Page 27 - Behold, he is in your power; only spare his life." So Satan went forth from the presence of the Lord, and afflicted Job with loathsome sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
Page 29 - Served in lieu of confession, And, being thus coupled with full restitution, The Jackdaw got plenary absolution ! — When those words were heard, That poor little bird Was so changed in a moment, 'twas really absurd. He grew sleek, and fat; In addition to that, A fresh crop of feathers came thick as a mat ! His tail waggled more Even than before; But no longer it wagg'd with an impudent air, No longer he perch'd on the Cardinal's chair.
Page 28 - That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's Ring !' The poor little Jackdaw, When the Monks he saw, Feebly gave vent to the ghost of a caw ; And turn'd his bald head, as much as to say, 'Pray, be so good as to walk this way...
Page 99 - This, madam, was your situation; and what have I done for you? I have made you a woman of fashion. of fortune, of rank — in short, I have made you my wife.
Page 99 - For my part, I should think you would like to have your wife thought a woman of taste. Sir Peter T. Ay — there again — taste — Zounds! madam, you had no taste when you married me ! Lady T.
Page 97 - Authority ! No, to be sure : — if you wanted authority over me, you should have adopted me, and not married me : I am sure you were old enough.

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