Universal Magazine of Knowledge and Pleasure, Том 90Pub. for J. Hinton., 1792 |
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... it is im- poffible to imagine any more tender than those I received in my infancy from that good woman . By the manner in which the fulfilled the du- ties of a fecond mother , it was easy to fee that she felt all their dignity : fhe ...
... it is im- poffible to imagine any more tender than those I received in my infancy from that good woman . By the manner in which the fulfilled the du- ties of a fecond mother , it was easy to fee that she felt all their dignity : fhe ...
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... it , and infpire it with the defire of being useful . Your ftream feemed proud of turning a mill . And who do you think ... she may be in diftrefs , and afraid of appearing , lest fhe fhould be thought troublesome . " After breakfast my ...
... it , and infpire it with the defire of being useful . Your ftream feemed proud of turning a mill . And who do you think ... she may be in diftrefs , and afraid of appearing , lest fhe fhould be thought troublesome . " After breakfast my ...
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... It is the miller's wife , " faid he , " whom you ought to embrace . " -- I flew to her arms , and found the ex- preffion of ... She died on the fol- lowing day . Mr. Howard was much affected by her death , as he had flat- D tered . tered ...
... It is the miller's wife , " faid he , " whom you ought to embrace . " -- I flew to her arms , and found the ex- preffion of ... She died on the fol- lowing day . Mr. Howard was much affected by her death , as he had flat- D tered . tered ...
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... it is my fhame to be fo fond ; but it is not in virtue to amend it . Iago . Virtue ? a fig ! ' tis in ourselves , that we are thus , or thus . Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which , our wills are gardeners : fo that if we will ...
... it is my fhame to be fo fond ; but it is not in virtue to amend it . Iago . Virtue ? a fig ! ' tis in ourselves , that we are thus , or thus . Our bodies are our gardens ; to the which , our wills are gardeners : fo that if we will ...
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... It extends thirty - feven miles in length from north to fouth , and forty - feven in breadth from eaft to weft . It con- tains one city , feven market - towns , one hundred and thirteen parishes , and near two hundred and thirty vil- lages ...
... It extends thirty - feven miles in length from north to fouth , and forty - feven in breadth from eaft to weft . It con- tains one city , feven market - towns , one hundred and thirteen parishes , and near two hundred and thirty vil- lages ...
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