Handley Cross; Or, Mr. Jorrocks's Hunt, Volumes 1-17

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Bradbury and Evans, 1854 - England - 550 pages

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Page 361 - Would he were fatter! but I fear him not: Yet if my name were liable to fear, I do not know the man I should avoid So soon as that spare Cassius. He reads much; He is a great observer, and he looks Quite through the deeds of men; he loves no plays, As thou dost, Antony; he hears no music...
Page 256 - Now, where are all your sorrows and your cares, ye gloomy souls ! or where your pains and aches, ye complaining ones ! one halloo has dispelled them all. What a crash they make ! and echo seemingly takes pleasure to repeat the sound. The astonished traveller forsakes his road, lured by its melody ; the listening ploughman now stops his plough ; and every distant shepherd neglects his flock, and...
Page 476 - Unting is all that's worth living for - all time is lost wot is not spent in 'unting — it is like the hair we breathe - if we have it not we die - it's the sport of kings, the image of war without its guilt, and only five-and-twenty per cent of its danger.
Page 237 - ... halloo has dispelled them all ! What a crash they make ! and echo seemingly takes pleasure to repeat the sound. The astonished traveller forsakes his road, lured by its melody ; the listening ploughman now stops his plough ; and every distant shepherd neglects his flock, and runs to see him break. What joy ! — what eagerness in every face ! How happy art thou, man, when thou'rt no more Thyself!
Page 504 - Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound! Yet - oh, yet - thyself deceive not Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not, Hearts can thus be torn away...
Page 72 - I loves the smell of the mornin' hair, and the werry mud on my tops when I comes home of an evenin' is dear to my 'eart (cheers.) Oh, my frinds ! if I could but go to the kennel now, get out the 'ounds, find my fox, have a good chivey, and kill him — for no day is good to me without blood — I'd — I'd — I'd — drink three pints of port after dinner instead of two ! (loud cheers.) .... We'll soon get acquainted, and then you'll say that John Jorrocks is the man for your money.
Page 114 - Fox as a connectin' link between the two. (Loud cheers.) He's perfect symmetry, and my affection for him, is a perfect paradox. In the summer I loves him with all the hardour of affection ; not an 'air of his beautiful 'ead would I hurt ; the sight of him is more glorious nor the Lord Mayor's show ! but when the hautumn comes — when the brownin
Page 461 - A lunatic is indeed properly one that hath lucid intervals ; sometimes enjoying his senses, and sometimes not, and that frequently depending upon the change of the moon.
Page 302 - ... shall be deemed rogues and vagabonds within the true intent and meaning of this act. By s. 3. Provided always, That this act, o...
Page 49 - ... points their ideas differ from ours; their condition does not admit of much refinement — of any great advance in science or art. They cannot be said to have any religion worthy of the name, yet there is perhaps no more moral people on the face of the earth; none among whom there is less crime ; and it is, perhaps, not going too far to say that there is, as far as I can judge, no race of men which has more fully availed itself of its opportunities.

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