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Page 57 - Ye shall not round the corners of your heads, neither shalt thou mar the corners of thy beard. 28 Ye shall not make any cuttings in your flesh for the dead, nor print any marks upon you : I am the LORD.
Page 538 - ROUND THE WORLD ; including a Residence in Victoria, and a Journey by Rail across North America. By a Boy. Edited by SAMUEL SMILES. Illustrated. 12mo, Cloth, $1 50.
Page 443 - But, you inquire, what could our breast inflame, With this new passion for Theatric fame; What, in the practice of our former days, Could shape our talents to exhibit plays? Your patience, Sirs, some observations made, You'll grant us equal to the scenic trade. He, who to midnight ladders is no stranger, You'll own will make an admirable ranger.
Page 444 - Our females have been used at night to walk. Sometimes, indeed, so various is our art, An actor may improve and mend his part ; " Give me a horse," bawls Richard, like a drone, We'll find a man would help himself to one.
Page 444 - We often had recourse to th* flying leap; To a black face have sometimes ow'd escape, And Hounslow Heath has proved the worth of crape, But how, you ask, can we e'er hope to soar Above these scenes, and rise to tragic lore? Too oft, alas! we've forced th' unwilling tear, And petrified the heart with real fear.