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Page 621 - The Life and Death of John of Barneveld, Advocate of Holland : with a View of the Primary Causes and Movements of " The Thirty Years
Page 66 - These abilities, wheresoever they be found, are the inspired gift of God, rarely bestowed, but yet to some (though most abuse) in every nation; and are of power, beside the office of a pulpit, to inbreed and cherish in a great people the seeds of virtue and public civility, to allay the perturbations of the mind, and set the affections in right tune...
Page 85 - In years of plenty many thousands of them meet together in the mountains, where they feast and riot for many days; and at country weddings, markets, burials, and other the like public occasions, they are to be seen both men and women perpetually drunk, cursing, blaspheming, and fighting together.
Page 584 - You shan't take him away,' I says; ' I'll kill de man dat tetches him !' I says. But my little Henry whisper an' say, ' I gwyne to run away, an' den I work an' buy yo' freedom.' Oh, bless de chile, he always so good! But dey got him — dey got him, de men did ; but I took and tear de clo'es mos' off of 'em an' beat 'em over de head wid my chain; an' dey give it to me, too, but I didn't mine dat.
Page 585 - I don't sleep no mo' dis night. You go 'long,' he says, 'an' leave me by my own se'f.' "Dis was 'bout one o'clock in de mawnin'.
Page 320 - A screech-owl at midnight has alarmed a family more than a band of robbers; nay, the voice of a cricket hath struck more terror than the roaring of a lion. There is nothing so inconsiderable, which may not appear dreadful to an imagination that is filled with omens and prognostics. A rusty nail, or a crooked pin, shoot up into prodigies.
Page 58 - Thus journals are daily multiplied without increase of knowledge. The tale of the morning paper is told again in the evening, and the narratives of the evening are bought again in the morning.
Page 357 - The world that I regard is myself; it is the microcosm of my own frame that I cast mine eye on; for the other, I use it but like my globe, and turn it round sometimes for my recreation.