My Pocket Book: Or Hints for "A Ryghte Merrie and Conceitede" Tour in Quarto; to be Called, "The Stranger in Ireland, in 1805."

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Ezra Sargeant, no. 39 Wall-street, opposite the Branch-bank, 1807 - 146 pages
 

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Page 33 - ... in waste places, far from danger of law, maketh his mantle his house, and under it covereth himself from the wrath of Heaven, from the offence of the earth...
Page 32 - Master he of Arts, Bestower of ingenious parts." NB Thus translated by a school-boy, who for some misconduct was ordered to give a metrical version of it: — "Hunger a master is of arts, Who brightens much the mental parts." MAGNA CHARTA. Lat.— "The Great Charter.
Page 79 - After a fit of universal sorrow, and the comfort of a universal dram, the scandal of the neighbourhood, as in higher circles, occupies the company. The young lads and lasses romp with one another, and when the fathers and mothers are at last overcome with sleep and whiskey (vino et somno), the youth become more enterprising, and are frequently successful. It is said that more matches are made at wakes than at weddings.
Page 86 - Shoreham, whose husband was going to sea, handed through the clerk, to the parson, this public prayer: — " A man going to sea, his wife desires the prayers of this congregation.
Page 77 - By my shoul, I knows it well,' said the other, 'but you have but the half of it', that is, the pleasure is divided. If you ask a common fellow in the streets of Dublin which is the way to a place, he will take off his hat, and if he does not know it, he will take care not to tell you so (for nothing is more painful to an Irishman than to be thought ignorant) . He will either direct you by an appeal to his imagination, which is ever ready, or he will say...
Page 18 - Nor scathe had he, nor harm nor dread, But, the same couch beneath, Lay a gaunt wolf, all torn and dead, Tremendous still in death. Ah, what was then Llewelyn's pain ! For now the truth was clear : His gallant hound the wolf had slain To save Llewelyn's heir.
Page 4 - Bringing the third volume to him one day, elated with pride at the delightful office, and imagining as he went, what handsome things the duke would say to him — all he got from His Royal Highness was: What?
Page 60 - Or else perhaps he may invent A better than the poet meant ; As learned commentators view In Homer more than Homer knew.
Page 56 - ... only until he can find out a dry bank, pick a few sticks, collect some furze and fern, knead a little mud with straw, and raise a hut about six feet high, with a door to let in the light and let out the smoke; these accomplished, the happy pair, united by their priest, enter their sylvan dwelling, and a rapid race of chubby boys and girls soon proves by what scanty means life can be sustained and imparted. Upon an average, a man, his wife, and four children, will eat thirtyseven pounds of potatoes...

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