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Page 127 - We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow ; Our wiser sons no doubt will think us so.
Page 95 - Wide-gaping, threatens death : the craggy steep, Where the poor dizzy shepherd crawls with care, And clings to every twig, gives us no pain ; But down we sweep, as stoops the falcon bold To pounce his prey : then up the opponent hill, By the swift motion slung, we mount aloft.
Page 112 - See ! there he creeps along ; his brush he drags, And sweeps the mire impure : from his wide jaws His tongue unmoisten'd hangs ; symptoms too sure Of sudden death. Ha ! yet he flies, nor yields To black despair : but one loose more, and all His wiles are vain.
Page 112 - Ha! yet he flies, nor yields To black despair. But one loose more, and all His wiles are vain. Hark ! through yon village now The rattling clamour rings.
Page 6 - 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 7 - ... ow I glories in pursuin' of him to destruction, and holdin' him above the bay in' pack ! (Loud cheers.) 'And yet,
Page 87 - unt will be close on the 'untsman. There will not be many of these ; but should there be a barrack in the neighbourhood, some soger officers will most likely тех up and ride at the 'ardest rider among 'em. The dragon soger officer is the most dangerous, and may be known by the viskers under his nose. A foot soger officer's 'oss is generally better in his wind than on his legs. They generally wear chin wigs, and always swear the leaps are nothin' compared with those in the county they came from...
Page 18 - Nothing is more pleasing to a traveller than the sensation of continually getting forward ; whereas the riding of a horse of a contrary make is like swarming tho bannisters of a staircase, when, though perhaps you really advance, you feel as if you were going backwards. Let him carry his head low, that he may have an eye to the ground, and see the better where he steps.
Page 23 - ... oss, always marks his stud on the knee, that he may know 'em again' — haw! haw! haw ! chuckled Mr. Jorrocks ; ' Lofty h'actioned 'oss ! — struck his knee again his tooth !' I once heard a dealer declare on behalf of a broken-kneed 'un in the city. " There is an old sayin' in Spain, that a man wot would buy a mule without a fault must not buy one at all, and faultless 'osses are equally rare. Gil Blas's mule, if I recollects right, was ' all faults,' and there are many 'osses not much better.
Page 7 - 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 6 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...