If I thought I could ever grow as hard and different to the abject entreaties of a criminal as my father has been this morning–one whom he has helped to make, too–I would go off to Australia at once....
I grieve to say that I possess no portrait of either of my sisters.
I dare say, my remark came from the professional feeling of there being nothing like leather.
Honi soit qui mal y pense.
But I got through the review, for all their Latin and French; I did, and if you doubt me, you just look at the end of the great ledger, turn it upside down, and you'll find I've copied out all the fin...
Ask , and it shall be given until you. That is no vain or untried promise, Ruth!
Ay! Thornton o' Marlborough Mill, as we call him.- He is one of the masters you are striving with, is he not? what sort of master is he? - Did yo' ever see a bulldog? Set a bulldog on hindlegs, and dr...
Probably (as the rumour had spread through the town, reaching her ears) one of the poor maddened turn-outs,
Only half of Roger's success was owing to his mental powers; the other half was owing to his perfect health, which enabled him to work harder and more continuously than most men without suffering. He...
Married a woman whose only want of practical wisdom consisted in taking him for a husband.
You may well smile, my lass; many a one would smile to have such a bonny face.
Yet these real, material dangers, when once past, leave in the mind the satisfaction of having struggled with difficulty, and overcome it. Strength, courage, and experience are their invariable result...
When we are heavy-laden in our hearts, it falls in better with our humor to reveal our case in our own way and our own time.
Then, mother, you make me love her more. She is unjustly treated by you, and I must make the balance even. But why do we talk of love or hatred? She does not care for me, and that is enough,—too much....
THE DARK NIGHT 'On earth is known to none The smile that is not sister to a tear.' ELLIOTT.
She took her mind away with a wrench from the recollection of the past to the bright serene contemplation of the hopeful future.
She never called her son by any name but John; 'love,' and 'dear,' and such like terms, were reserved for Fanny. But her heart gave thanks for him day and night; and she walked proudly among women for...
She lay down and never stirred. To move hand or foot, or even so much as one finger, would have been an exertion beyond the powers of either volition or motion. She was so tired, so stunned, that she...
She handed him his cup of tea with the proud air of an unwilling slave...
Many a one is not well for a time; and with good advice gets better and stronger than ever.