Memoirs of miss Sidney Bidulph, extracted from her own journal [really written by F. Sheridan]. [With] Conclusion of the Memoirs, Volume 51796 |
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Page 321 - ... [Mrs Askham] concludes her history with many serious reflections, which, though extremely pious and rational, the Editor chuses to omit, thinking it a compliment due to the judgment of his readers to leave them to make reflections for...
Page 288 - She stopped short, as if interrupted by some sudden and extraordinary emotion ; a fine colour flushed at once into her face, and her eyes, which were before sunk and languishing, seemed in an instant to have recovered all their fire. I never saw so animated a figure ; she sprung forward with energy, her arms extended, her eyes lifted up with rapture, and with an elevated voice she cried out, ' I COME !' Then, sinking down softly on her pillow, she closed her eyes, and expired without a sigh.
Page 236 - I am writing to you on my knees, Cecilia: for that posture best becomes one on whom the Almighty pours out his wrath like a deluge! Yet I would not ask of Providence why, in the evening of an unhappy life, not, I think, stained with any particular guilt, I am thus overwhelmed with such tempestuous...