The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, 84. köideArchibald Constable and Company, 1819 |
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... Lord Dunboyne . 14. At Paisley , Mr Allan Stewart , sur- geon in Paisley , to Betsey , eldest daughter of John ... Nelson , Esq . writer , Glasgow , to Miss AnnHenner . 25. At Merksworth Cottage , James Max- well , Esq . younger of ...
... Lord Dunboyne . 14. At Paisley , Mr Allan Stewart , sur- geon in Paisley , to Betsey , eldest daughter of John ... Nelson , Esq . writer , Glasgow , to Miss AnnHenner . 25. At Merksworth Cottage , James Max- well , Esq . younger of ...
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... Lord Glenbervie , to Harriet , eldest daughter of William Wrightson , Esq . of Cusworth . -At Paisley , Deputy ... Nelson , then a boy , acted as Mid- shipman , and who in that perilous voyage formed a friendship with the deceased ...
... Lord Glenbervie , to Harriet , eldest daughter of William Wrightson , Esq . of Cusworth . -At Paisley , Deputy ... Nelson , then a boy , acted as Mid- shipman , and who in that perilous voyage formed a friendship with the deceased ...
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... Lord Nelson The Runaway , a Tale in Four Parts . Parts 111. and IV . ( Continued 347 350 from last Number , p . 231 ) ~~~~~ 353 Specimens of Scottish Poetry Paisley Riots 355 356 Monthly List of New Publications365 MONTHLY REGISTER ...
... Lord Nelson The Runaway , a Tale in Four Parts . Parts 111. and IV . ( Continued 347 350 from last Number , p . 231 ) ~~~~~ 353 Specimens of Scottish Poetry Paisley Riots 355 356 Monthly List of New Publications365 MONTHLY REGISTER ...
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... stranger , and alone with the King of Prus- sia , who appeared to be angry with me on the first day of my arrival , before I had sure , was not Lord Nelson ; and thus it 1819.7 349 Recollections of the Great Frederic .
... stranger , and alone with the King of Prus- sia , who appeared to be angry with me on the first day of my arrival , before I had sure , was not Lord Nelson ; and thus it 1819.7 349 Recollections of the Great Frederic .
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... LORD NELSON . A HERO without a heart is a very poor affair . Such , we think , were not Alexander or C¿sar . Such , we are wards told me in confidence , that his Lord- ship 350 [ Oct. Recollections of Lord Nelson .
... LORD NELSON . A HERO without a heart is a very poor affair . Such , we think , were not Alexander or C¿sar . Such , we are wards told me in confidence , that his Lord- ship 350 [ Oct. Recollections of Lord Nelson .
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Page 134 - Biron they call him; but a merrier man, Within the limit of becoming mirth, I never spent an hour's talk withal : His eye begets occasion for his wit; For every object that the one doth catch, The other turns to a mirth-moving jest...
Page 326 - He now hurried forth, and hastened to his old resort, the village inn. But it, too, was gone. A large, rickety wooden building stood in its place, with great gaping windows, some of them broken and mended with old hats and petticoats, and over the door was painted, "The Union Hotel, by Jonathan Doolittle.
Page 325 - On waking, he found himself on the green knoll whence he had first seen the old man of the glen. He rubbed his eyes — it was a bright sunny morning. The birds were hopping and twittering among the bushes, and the eagle was wheeling aloft, and breasting the pure mountain breeze. "Surely," thought Rip, "I have not slept here all night.
Page 252 - And, ever and anon, he beat The doubling drum, with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity, at his side, Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Page 326 - ... at the poor man's perplexities. What was to be done? the morning was passing away, and Rip felt famished for want of his breakfast. He grieved to give up his dog and gun; he dreaded to meet his wife; but it would not do to starve among the mountains.
Page 328 - Half-moon ; being permitted in this way to revisit the scenes of his enterprise, and keep a guardian eye upon the river and the great city called by his name.
Page 317 - Methinks I see in my mind a noble and puissant Nation rousing herself like a strong man after sleep, and shaking her invincible locks; methinks I see her as an eagle mewing her mighty youth, and kindling her undazzled eyes at the full midday beam...
Page 326 - The rocks presented a high impenetrable wall, over which the torrent came tumbling in a sheet of feathery foam, and fell into a broad deep basin, black from the shadows of the surrounding forest. Here, then, poor Rip was brought to a stand. He again called and whistled after his dog ; he was only answered by the cawing of a flock of idle crows...
Page 326 - ... gun ; he dreaded to meet his wife ; but it would not do to starve among the mountains. He shook his head, shouldered the rusty firelock, and, with a heart full of trouble and anxiety, turned his steps homeward. As he approached the village he met a number of people, but none whom he knew, which somewhat surprised him, for he had thought himself acquainted with every one in the country round.
Page 326 - He found the house gone to decay, the roof fallen in, the windows shattered, and the doors off the hinges. A half-starved dog that looked like Wolf was skulking about it. Rip called him by name ; but the cur snarled, showed his teeth, and passed on. This was an unkind cut indeed.