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The Adventures of Roderick Random is a picaresque and partly autobiographical novel depicting a young man's quest for rank and fortune. Roderick's father, the son of a Scottish laird, falls in love ... Read full review
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Page 196 - 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 128 - ... tis demonstrative that I have three hundred and sixty-four days more life to write just now, than when I first set out; so that instead of advancing, as a common writer, in my work with what I have been doing at it on the contrary, I am just thrown so many volumes back was every day of my life to be as busy a day as this And why not?
Page 161 - Shall we for ever make new books, as apothecaries make new mixtures, by pouring only out of one vessel into another? Are we for ever to be twisting, and untwisting the same rope? for ever in the same track — for ever at the same pace?
Page 193 - Has he a son with him, then ? said my uncle Toby. A boy, replied the landlord, of about eleven or twelve years of age ; but the poor creature has tasted almost as little as his father :' he does nothing but mourn and lament for him night and day. He has not stirred from the bed-side these two days.
Page 194 - I believe, an' please your Reverence, said I, that when a soldier gets time to pray, — he prays as heartily as a parson — though not with all his fuss and hypocrisy. — Thou shouldst not have said that, Trim, said my uncle Toby, — for God only knows who is a hypocrite, and who is not : — At the great and general review of us all, Corporal, at the day of judgment, (and not till then)— it will be seen who have done their duties in this world, — and who have not ; and we shall be advanced,...
Page 28 - College in * * * *, — it was a matter of just wonder with my worthy tutor, and two or three fellows of that learned society, — that a man who knew not so much as the names of his tools, should be able to work after that fashion with them.
Page 196 - ... to be bolted up, by which he might be said to have turned the siege of Dendermond into a blockade, he left Dendermond to...
Page 6 - ... my own way: or if I should seem now and then to trifle upon the road, or should sometimes put on a fool's cap with a bell to it, for a moment or two as we pass along, — don't fly off, — but rather courteously give me credit for a little more wisdom than appears upon my outside; — and as we jog on, either laugh with me, or at me ; or in short, do any thing, — only keep your temper.
Page 193 - But alas, the poor gentleman will never get from hence, said the landlady to me, for I heard the death-watch all night long ; and when he dies, the youth, his son, will certainly die with him, for he is broken-hearted already. I was hearing this account...
Page 193 - Corporal! said my uncle Toby. The Corporal made his bow. My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe. Trim ! said my uncle Toby, I have a project in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.