The Pearl: Or, Affection's Gift

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Thomas T. Ash, 1836 - Children
 

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Page 146 - Whipping, that's Virtue's governess, Tutress of arts and sciences ; That mends the gross mistakes of Nature, And puts new life into dull matter...
Page 147 - Gather the rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying; And that same flower that blooms to-day, To-morrow shall be dying.
Page 170 - The unfortunate boy answered with touching simplicity, ' What my lord marquis may have done in London I cannot say, but I dare answer for my uncle Rivers and my brother here; that they be innocent of any such matter.
Page 170 - Gray, the king's other brother by his mother, saying that he, with the lord marquis, his brother, and the lord Rivers, his uncle, had compassed to rule the king and the realm, and to set variance among the states, and to subdue and destroy the noble blood of the realm.
Page 174 - I cannot help but wish you well ! I dare not wish you stores of wealth, A troop of friends, unfailing health, And freedom from affliction : I dare not wish you beauty's prize, Carnation lips, and bright blue eyes, They look through tears...
Page 170 - At which words king Edward said nothing, but with his hand thrust him from him, or as some...
Page 69 - A burst of grief overpowered him. The officer, with kindness, assured him that it was no fault of theirs that the family of his brother was not apprised of his situation ; that he strenuously desired no tidings might be conveyed to them, saying that the sight of their sorrow would be more dreadful to him than his doom. During the brief interval between his sentence and execution, he had the devoted services of a holy man to prepare him for the final hour. Edward Ludlow composed...
Page 67 - ... speed. Alighting, he attempted to raise the dead man, who had fallen with his face downward. Gazing earnestly upon the rigid features, he clasped the mangled and bleeding bosom to his own. Even the sternest veteran was moved at the heartrending cry of ' Brother! Oh my brother !' No one disturbed the bitter grief which the living poured forth in broken sentences over the dead. ' Gone to thine account! Gone to thine everlasting account! Is it indeed thy heart's blood that trickles warmly upon me?...
Page 173 - a very innocent." ' Another contemporary writer says of him, " Being kept for fifteen years, without company of men, or sight of beasts, he could not discern a goose from a capon."2 But there was more than unjustifiable murder in the deed, foul as it was. '• The extinction of such a harmless and joyless life...
Page 64 - ... three times a deserter. He was bound, and taken to the guard-house, where a courtmartial convened to try his offence. It was now the summer of 1814. The morning sun shone forth brightly upon rock and hill and stream. But the quiet beauty of the rural landscape was vexed by the bustle and glare of a military encampment. Tent and barrack rose up among the verdure, and the shrill, spirit-stirring bugle echoed through the deep valley. On the day of which we speak, the music seemed strangely subdued...

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