Irish Literature: Justin McCarthy, M. P., Editor in Chief, Volume 8
Justin McCarthy, Maurice Francis Egan, Douglas Hyde, Lady Gregory, Charles Welsh, James Jeffrey Roche
J. D. Morris, 1904 - English literature
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Page 3226 - My uncle Toby went to his bureau, put his purse into his breeches pocket, and having ordered the Corporal to go early in the morning for a physician, he went to bed and fell asleep.
Page 3220 - It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him the following account : —
Page 3110 - Charles, this is the most convenient thing you could have found for the business, for 'twill not only serve as a hammer, but a catalogue into the bargain. Come, begin : a-going, a-going, a-going ! Charles. Bravo, Careless ! Well, here's my great uncle, Sir Richard Raveline, a marvellous good general in his day, I assure you. He served in all the Duke of Marlborough's wars, and got that cut over his eye at the battle of Malplaquet. What say you, Mr. Premium? look at him : there's a hero, not cut out...
Page 3079 - What business have you, miss, with preference and aversion ? They don't become a young woman ; and you ought to know, that as both always wear off, 'tis safest in matrimony to begin with a little aversion. I am sure I hated your poor dear uncle before marriage as if he'd been a blackamoor. And yet, miss, you are sensible what a wife I made...
Page 3078 - Here, my dear Lucy, hide these books. Quick, quick! Fling Peregrine Pickle under the toilet— throw Roderick Random into the closet— put The Innocent Adultery into The Whole Duty of Man— thrust Lord Aimworth under the sofa— cram Ovid behind the bolster— there— put The Man of Feeling into your pocket— so, so,— now lay Mrs.
Page 2891 - In the production of Washington, it does really appear as if Nature was endeavoring to improve upon herself, and that all the virtues of the ancient world were but so many studies preparatory to the patriot of the new.
Page 3226 - He shall not drop." said my uncle Toby, firmly. "A-well-o'day, do what we can for him, said Trim, maintaining his point,; "the poor soul will die." "He shall not die, by G— !" cried my uncle Toby. The Accusing Spirit, which flew up to heaven's chancery with the oath, blushed as he gave it in, and the Recording Angel, as he wrote it down, dropped a tear upon the word, and blotted it out for ever.
Page 3071 - Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Ne'er carried a heart-stain away on its blade : " ' Whose eloquence — brightening whatever it tried, Whether reason or fancy, the gay or the grave, — Was as rapid, as deep, and as brilliant a tide, As ever bore Freedom aloft on its wave...