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... Simpkinson , " won't you be very wet ? " " You had better take Tom's cab , " quoth the squire . But this proposition was at once overruled ; Mrs. Ogleton had already nailed the cab , a vehicle of all others the best adapted for a snug ...
... Simpkinson , " won't you be very wet ? " " You had better take Tom's cab , " quoth the squire . But this proposition was at once overruled ; Mrs. Ogleton had already nailed the cab , a vehicle of all others the best adapted for a snug ...
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... Simpkinson from Bath , and his eldest daughter with her album , following in the family coach . The gen- tleman - commoner " voted the affair d - d slow , " and declined the party altogether in favour of the game- keeper and a cigar ...
... Simpkinson from Bath , and his eldest daughter with her album , following in the family coach . The gen- tleman - commoner " voted the affair d - d slow , " and declined the party altogether in favour of the game- keeper and a cigar ...
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... Simpkinson began to meditate an essay , and his daughter an ode : even Seaforth , as he gazed on these lonely relics of the olden time , was betrayed into a momentary forgetful- ness of his love and losses : the widow's eye - glass ...
... Simpkinson began to meditate an essay , and his daughter an ode : even Seaforth , as he gazed on these lonely relics of the olden time , was betrayed into a momentary forgetful- ness of his love and losses : the widow's eye - glass ...
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... Simpkinson . " A learned man was Blount ! Why , sir , his Royal Highness the Duke of York once paid a silver horse - shoe to Lord Ferrers " " " I've heard of him , " broke in the incorrigible Peters ; " he was hanged at the Old Bailey ...
... Simpkinson . " A learned man was Blount ! Why , sir , his Royal Highness the Duke of York once paid a silver horse - shoe to Lord Ferrers " " " I've heard of him , " broke in the incorrigible Peters ; " he was hanged at the Old Bailey ...
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... Simpkinson discovered there ? " continued Tom ; " something of interest . See how fast she is writing . " The diversion was effectual ; every one looked towards Miss Simpkinson , who , far too ethereal for " creature comforts , " was ...
... Simpkinson discovered there ? " continued Tom ; " something of interest . See how fast she is writing . " The diversion was effectual ; every one looked towards Miss Simpkinson , who , far too ethereal for " creature comforts , " was ...
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Page 211 - His pinions drooped, he could hardly stand, His head was as bald as the palm of your hand; His eye so dim, So wasted each limb, That, heedless of grammar, they all cried " THAT'S HIM! That's the scamp that has done this scandalous thing! That's the thief that has got my Lord Cardinal's ring!
Page 109 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Page 205 - The Jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's chair ! Bishop and abbot and prior were there ; Many a monk, and many a friar, Many a knight, and many a squire, With a great many more of lesser degree — In sooth a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee.
Page 36 - Now open lock To the Dead Man's knock ! Fly bolt, and bar, and band ! — Nor move, nor swerve Joint, muscle, or nerve, At the spell of the Dead Man's hand ! Sleep all who sleep ! — Wake all who wake ! — But be as the Dead for the Dead Man's sake...
Page 206 - ... lesser degree, — In sooth, a goodly company; And they served the Lord Primate on bended knee. Never, I ween, Was a prouder seen, Read of in books, or dreamt of in dreams, Than the Cardinal Lord Archbishop of Rheims!
Page 206 - The Devil must be in that Little Jackdaw ! " The feast was over, the board was cleared, The flawns and the custards had all disappeared, And six little Singing-boys, — dear little souls In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles, — Came, in order due, Two by two, Marching that grand refectory through ! A nice little boy held a golden ewer, Embossed and filled with water, as pure As any that flows between Rheims and Namur.
Page 289 - Went the high-trotting mare at a very quick pace; She produced some alarm. But did no great harm, Save frightening a nurse with a child on her arm, Spattering with clay Two urchins at play, Knocking down — very much to the sweeper's dismay — An old woman who wouldn't get out of the way, And upsetting a stall Near Exeter Hall, Which made all the pious Church-Mission folks squall, But eastward afar, Through Temple Bar, My Lord Tomnoddy directs his car; Never heeding their squalls, Or their calls,...
Page 206 - We two are the greatest folks here today! ' And the priests, with awe, As such freaks they saw, Said, ' The Devil must be in that little Jackdaw! ' The feast was over, the board was clear'd, The flawns and the custards had all disappear'd, And six little Singing-boys, — dear little souls!
Page 290 - Lieutenant Tregooze Is dreaming of Jews, And acceptances all the bill-brokers refuse ; My Lord Tomnoddy Has drunk all his toddy, And just as the dawn is beginning to peep, The whole of the party are fast asleep. Sweetly, oh ! sweetly, the morning breaks, With roseate streaks, Like the first faint...
Page 41 - Look at the Clock !— Do !— Look at the Clock !' Winifred Pryce was tidy and clean, Her gown was a flower'd one, her petticoat green, Her buckles were bright as her milking cans, And her hat was a beaver, and made like a man's ; Her little red eyes were deep set in their socket-holes, Her gown-tail was...