Jane Seton; or, The king's advocate

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Page 414 - Prostrate my contrite heart I rend, My God, my Father, and my Friend, Do not forsake me in my end.
Page 7 - BV THE ROVING ENGLISHMAN. In fcap. 8vo, price 1*. boards. In fcap. 8vo, price 2s. boards. THE ROVING ENGLISHMAN; or, l TURKEY, by the Roving Englishman; Sketches on the Continent. | being Sketches from Life. " Who is unfamiliar with those brilliant sketches of naval, particularly the pictures of Turkish life and manners, from the pen of the ' Roving Englishman,' and who does not hail their collection into a companionable sized volume with delight ?
Page 263 - And the soul that turneth after such as have familiar spirits, and after wizards, to go a whoring after them, I will even set my face against that soul, and will cut him off from among his people.
Page 7 - Prescott's works, in point of style, rank with the ablest English historians, and paragraphs may be found in which the grace and elegance of Addison are combined with Robertson's cadence and Gibbon's brilliancy."— Athen'evm.
Page 411 - Submissive, sad, and lowly was her look; A burning taper in her hand she bore, And on her shoulders carelessly confus'd, With loose neglect, her lovely tresses hung ; Upon her cheek a faintish flush was spread ; Feeble she seem'd, and sorely smit with pain.
Page 425 - ... pulled up to her thigh, and required the Scot to run the pin into the same place, and then it gushed out of blood, and the said Scot cleared her, and said she was not a child of the Devil.
Page 68 - Yet is there one, the most delightful kind, A lofty jumping, or a leaping round, When arm in arm two dancers are entwined, And whirl themselves with strict embracements bound, And still their feet an anapest do sound; An anapest is all their music's song Whose first two feet are short and third is long...
Page 412 - Yet silent still she pass'd and unrepining ; Her streaming eyes bent ever on the earth, Except when in some bitter pang of sorrow, To Heav'n she seem'd in fervent zeal to raise, And beg that mercy man deny'd her here.
Page 8 - Unless another master-hand like Carleton's should appear, it is in his pages, and his alone, that future generations must look for the truest and fullest picture of the Irish peasantry, who will ere long have passed away from the troubled land, and from the records of history."— Edinburgh Review, Oct.

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