The Comic AnnualHurst, Chance, and Company, 1839 - English wit and humor |
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... DEAR CHARLES , " It is with a throbbing pen and a reluctant heart , that I sit down to inform you of the probable recurrence of those afflicting scenes which took place in the year '31 . Our village , though strictly a minor , appears ...
... DEAR CHARLES , " It is with a throbbing pen and a reluctant heart , that I sit down to inform you of the probable recurrence of those afflicting scenes which took place in the year '31 . Our village , though strictly a minor , appears ...
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... dear Charles , & c . " H. J. P. " P.S. - I send you a copy of the ' Pogian Argus . ' It is a week old , but will serve to show the incipient turbulence that smoothed the way to the present crisis . " From the " Pogian Argus . " Although ...
... dear Charles , & c . " H. J. P. " P.S. - I send you a copy of the ' Pogian Argus . ' It is a week old , but will serve to show the incipient turbulence that smoothed the way to the present crisis . " From the " Pogian Argus . " Although ...
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... husbund will finish it . DEAR MRS . H. , ( From Mr. J. ) It is my unpleasant duty to have to corobborate every word my wife has said . The troops is drawn PUBLIC LIBRARY LENOX MENDATIONG up in the High Street , 24 THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
... husbund will finish it . DEAR MRS . H. , ( From Mr. J. ) It is my unpleasant duty to have to corobborate every word my wife has said . The troops is drawn PUBLIC LIBRARY LENOX MENDATIONG up in the High Street , 24 THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
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... down , and the once elegant Town Hall , containing the invaluable portraits of the successive Mayors , since 1450 , was a heap of ruins . The BEN FOUNDATIONE ( PRIVATE LETTER . ) MY DEAR CHARLES 28 THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
... down , and the once elegant Town Hall , containing the invaluable portraits of the successive Mayors , since 1450 , was a heap of ruins . The BEN FOUNDATIONE ( PRIVATE LETTER . ) MY DEAR CHARLES 28 THE CORRESPONDING CLUB .
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66 Straight A. H. BAILY agitation Black bottle Brill Bruges Burn butter called Calydonian boar chair chak copy CORNHILL cried Crooked Lane Cynic d'ye think DEAR CHARLES Ditto Doctor door Dowdum engravings ev'ry eyes Fips says fish FOUNDATIONE friends Frisby Ghents gown head heard Helen of Greece hole honour IRON ROAD BOOK Julius Cæsar lady LENOX letters look Lord Durham's return Ma'am Madam Mary Ann Talbot master Miss Filby Miss Hopkinson morning mother never night Number Obadiah groan pigs Plates Pogian Argus poor PUBLIC LIBRARY ACTOR Reform round my hat round the Square Rum Customer Sambo snake soon Sparmacity Sporting stick Stoke Pogis street sure There's THOMAS HOOD TILDEN tion took town tree verry vext wanted watch whale wish YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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Page ix - He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend. No farther seek his merits to disclose, Or draw his frailties from their dread abode, (There they alike in trembling hope repose) The bosom of his father and his God.
Page vii - Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign.
Page viii - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Page ix - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Page viii - Their name, their years, spelt by th' unletter'd muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die.
Page vii - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Page viii - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife Their sober wishes never learn'd to stray; Along the cool sequester'd vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.
Page 94 - ... rug. Last night I had a curious dream, Miss Susan Bates...
Page 84 - Straight down the Crooked Lane, And all round the Square.
Page 35 - His breath like caller air ; His very foot has music in't As he comes up the stair. And will I see his face again ? And will I hear him speak ? I'm downright dizzy wi' the thought, In troth I'm like