Saddle and sirloin; or, English farm and sporting worthies, by the Druid. Pt. North. revised

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Page 59 - WHEN Tadlow walks the streets, the paviours cry, " God bless you, sir !
Page 120 - I wandered through the lofty halls Trod by the Percys of old fame, And traced upon the chapel walls Each high, heroic name, From him who once his standard set Where now, o'er mosque and minaret, Glitter the Sultan's crescent moons; To him who, when a younger son, Fought for King George at Lexington A major of dragoons. That last...
Page 452 - Did any seer of ancient time forebode This mighty engine, which we daily see Accepting our full harvests, like a god, With clouds about his shoulders, — it might be Some poet-husbandman, some lord of verse, Old Hesiod, or the wizard Mantuan Who catalogued in rich hexameters The Rake, the Roller, and the mystic Van : Or else some priest of Ceres, it might seem, Who...
Page 310 - are the Twelve Apostles ; the broken one is Judas Iscariot ; I hear it groaning like a troubled spirit, when the wind is high." And so we left him in his lodge in the wilderness, and we saw him again no more. Like Lord Brougham, his death was forestalled, and he had the rare pleasure of reading during his lifetime a singularly graceful tribute to his memory in the Daily Telegraph. It showed him that a host of younger men might rise, but that there was still a grateful thought of one who had been...
Page 120 - And this, alas ! its market day, And beasts and borderers throng the way ; Oxen and bleating lambs in lots, Northumbrian boors and plaided Scots, Men in the coal and cattle line ; From Teviot's bard and hero land, From royal Berwick's beach of sand, From Wooller, Morpeth, Hexham, and Newcastle-upon-Tyne.
Page 101 - ... and a sudden blast clicks them off. The farmer can watch them tumbling more than half a mile from the top of Honister Crag, and we have seen three ewes lying dead at its foot together. When they survive such perils they have been known to live to eighteen and even beyond. It is in their ability to tide through a Siberian winter that the real " blue blood
Page 173 - A gentle, amiable, ever-yielding creature, who has no joy in her family affairs which she does not share with man. We rob her of her children that we may rob her of her milk, and we only care for her that the robbery may be perpetuated.
Page 141 - MODERN history has been much too sparing in its prose pictures of pastoral life. A great general or statesman has never lacked the love of a biographer ; but the thoughts and labours of men who lived
Page 452 - Climbed, and fell over, in the murky air. I thought of mind and matter, will and law, And then of him, who set his stately seal Of Roman words on all the forms he saw Of old-world husbandry: / could but feel With what a rich precision he would draw The endless ladder, and the booming wheel!
Page 434 - A plain leg of mutton, my Lucy, I prythee get ready at three ; Have it tender, and smoking, and juicy, And what better meat can there, be?

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