Newton Forster; Or The Merchant ServiceJames Cochrane and Company, 11, Waterloo Place, Pall Mall, 1832 - 817 pages |
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... returning home , after a six weeks ' cruise to discover a rock in the Atlantic , which never existed except in the terrified or intoxicated noddle of some master of a merchant vessel . It was about half - past five in the evening , and ...
... returning home , after a six weeks ' cruise to discover a rock in the Atlantic , which never existed except in the terrified or intoxicated noddle of some master of a merchant vessel . It was about half - past five in the evening , and ...
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... the wife of the fisherman ; " he is out , looking for the vessel . " " Which way did he go ? " Before an answer could be returned , Robertson himself appeared . " I'm here , Mr. Forster , OR , THE MERCHANT SERVICE . 17.
... the wife of the fisherman ; " he is out , looking for the vessel . " " Which way did he go ? " Before an answer could be returned , Robertson himself appeared . " I'm here , Mr. Forster , OR , THE MERCHANT SERVICE . 17.
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... returned to the cottage to procure for Forster a red woollen cap in lieu of the hat which he had lost , and they both sat down close to the fire to warm themselves and to dry their stream- ing clothes . Robertson had once more ...
... returned to the cottage to procure for Forster a red woollen cap in lieu of the hat which he had lost , and they both sat down close to the fire to warm themselves and to dry their stream- ing clothes . Robertson had once more ...
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... returned to his home , where , on his arrival , his old housekeeper , who had never been awakened from her sound nap until roused by his knocking at the door , scolded him not a little for being out in such tempestuous weather , and a ...
... returned to his home , where , on his arrival , his old housekeeper , who had never been awakened from her sound nap until roused by his knocking at the door , scolded him not a little for being out in such tempestuous weather , and a ...
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... returned to his home , where , on his arrival , his old housekeeper , who had never been awakened from her sound nap until roused by his knocking at the door , scolded him not a little for being out in such tempestuous weather , and a ...
... returned to his home , where , on his arrival , his old housekeeper , who had never been awakened from her sound nap until roused by his knocking at the door , scolded him not a little for being out in such tempestuous weather , and a ...
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Page 119 - WHEN Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main, This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung the strain: Rule, Britannia, rule the waves, Britons never will be slaves.
Page 1 - And what of this new book the whole •world makes such a rout about? Oh! 'tis out of all plumb, my lord — quite an irregular thing ! — not one of the angles at the four corners was a right angle. I had my rule and compasses, my lord, in my pocket.
Page 1 - Grant me patience, just Heaven! Of all the cants which are canted in this canting world — though the cant of hypocrites may be the worst — the cant of criticism is the most tormenting!
Page 24 - ... birds exalt their evening lay. Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain: The golden lime and orange there were seen, On fragrant branches of perpetual green. The crystal streams that velvet meadows lave, To the green ocean roll with chiding wave. The glassy ocean hush'd forgets to roar, But trembling murmurs on the sandy shore: And lo!
Page 24 - The sun's bright orb, declining all serene, Now glanced obliquely o'er the woodland scene : Creation smiles around ; on every spray The warbling birds exalt their evening lay : Blithe skipping o'er yon hill, the fleecy train Join the deep chorus of the lowing plain ; The golden lime, and orange, there were seen On fragrant branches of perpetual green ; The crystal streams "that velvet meadows lave, To the green ocean roll with chiding wave.
Page 11 - Again she plunges! hark! a second shock Tears her strong bottom on the marble rock. Down on the vale of death, with dismal cries, The fated victims shuddering roll their eyes In wild despair; while yet another stroke With deep convulsion rends the solid oak; Till like the mine, in whose infernal cell The lurking demons of destruction dwell, At length asunder torn, her frame divides, And crashing spreads in ruin o'er the tides.
Page 85 - tis true : 'tis true, 'tis pity ; And pity 'tis, 'tis true : a foolish figure ; But farewell it, for I will use no art. Mad let us grant him then : and now remains, That we find out the cause of this effect ; Or, rather say, the cause of this defect ; For this effect, defective, comes by cause : Thus it remains, and the remainder thus.
Page 187 - em, bought and sold Many a wretch, and never thought it wrong. They paid our price for us, and we are now Their property, a part of their estate, To manage as they please.
Page 11 - Rock : Down on the vale of Death, with dismal cries, The fated Victims shuddering cast their eyes In wild Despair ; while yet another stroke, With strong convulsion rends the solid oak : Ah Heaven ! — behold her crashing ribs divide ! She loosens, parts, and spreads in ruin o'er the Tide.
Page 97 - Murder' must be returned, and you — (the young lady faltered, and put up her handkerchief) — you must inevitably be hanged!" "Hanged!" screamed Mrs. Forster. "Yes, hanged — ' hanged by the neck until you are dead! and the Lord have mercy upon your soul!' that will be your sentence," replied the young lady, sobbing — "such an awful, such a disgraceful death for a woman too!