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The Life of Mrs. Sherwood: The Author of 'The Fairchild Family', Etc
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The Life of Mrs. Sherwood: The Author of 'the Fairchild Family', Etc
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Page 171 - Hindus could be persuaded that all nations are made of one blood, to dwell upon the face of the earth, and if they could be shown how each nation is connected by its descent from the sons and grandsons of Noah, with other nations existing upon the globe...
Page 138 - In our cabin was a porthole, but it was hardly ever open ; a great gun ran through it, the mouth of which faced the porthole. Our hammock was slung over this gun, and was so near the top of the cabin that one could hardly sit up in bed when the pumps were at work. The bilge water ran through this miserable place, this worse than dog-kennel, and, to finish the horrors of it, it was only separated by a canvas partition from the place in which the soldiers sat and, I believe, slept and dressed, so that...
Page 5 - I" (she continues a little farther on) — " had I been born of the noblest or richest family in England, I could not have entered life under any circumstances, in which more of what is elegant and beautiful could have been presented to my young apprehension, and more of what is coarso and inelegant withdrawn from it ; for all my early impressions were most beautiful as regarded natural things, and classical as regarded intellectual things.
Page 13 - The hat would require to be fixed on the head with long pins, and standing trencher-wise, quite flat and unbending in its full proportions. The crown was low, and, like the cap, richly set off with feathers and flowers. The lower part of the dress consisted of a full petticoat, generally flounced, short sleeves, and a very long train ; but instead of a hoop there was a vast pad at the bottom of the waist behind, and a frame of wire in front to throw out the neckerchief, so as much as possible to...
Page 44 - She had never been seen or known to have changed the fashion of her dress. Her white muslin handkerchief was always pinned with the same number of pins, her muslin apron always hung in the same form ; she always wore the same short sleeves, cuffs, and ruffles, with a breast bow to answer the bow in her cap, both being flat with two notched ends.
Page 164 - India; his hair, a light brown, was raised from his forehead, which was a remarkably fine one. His features were not regular, but the expression was so luminous, so intellectual, so affectionate, so beaming with divine charity, that no one could have looked at his features and thought of their shape or form; the outbeaming of his soul would absorb the attention of every observer. There was a very decided air, too, of the gentleman about Mr. Martyn, and a perfection of manners which, from his extreme...
Page 50 - Towards the end of the seventeenth and the beginning of the eighteenth centuries, cocoa was largely and successfully cultivated, but in 1725 a blight fell upon the plantations.
Page 165 - And now let me endeavour to recover my first impression of that humble and blessed child of God, Mr. Corrie. He was a tall .man, nearly six feet high; his features were not good, from the length of his face, but the expression of his countenance was as full of love as that of my father's — more I cannot say — with a simplicity wholly his own. He never departed from the most perfect rules of politeness ; he never said a rude or unkind thing; and never seemed to have any consciousness of the rank...