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Страница 301 - They also that seek after my life lay snares for me : and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and imagine deceits all the day long. But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that openeth not his mouth. Thus I was as a man that heareth not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.
Страница 71 - Than successful in Accumulating WEALTH. For, without TRADE or PROFESSION, Without TRUST of PUBLIC MONEY, And without BRIBE-WORTHY Service, He acquired, or more properly created, A MINISTERIAL ESTATE. He was the only Person of his Time, Who could CHEAT without the Mask of HONESTY, Retain his Primeval MEANNESS When possessed of TEN THOUSAND a YEAR, And having daily deserved the GIBBET for what he did Was at last condemned to it for what he could not do.
Страница 72 - My family give you their love and service. The great loss I sustained in one of them, gave me my first shock ; and the trouble I have with the rest, to bring them to a right temper, to bear the loss of a father, who loves them, and whom they love, is really a most sensible affliction to me. I am afraid, my dear friend, we shall never see one another more in this world.
Страница 71 - HERE continueth to rot The Body of FRANCIS CHARTRES, Who with an INFLEXIBLE CONSTANCY, and INIMITABLE UNIFORMITY of Life, PERSISTED, In spite of AGE and INFIRMITIES, In the Practice of EVERY HUMAN VICE; Excepting PRODIGALITY and HYPOCRISY: His insatiable AVARICE exempted him from the first, His matchless IMPUDENCE from the second.
Страница 12 - ... of blood. Were it permitted for a soldier to regret any one who has fallen in the service of his country, I might be excused for lamenting him, more than any other person; but it is some consolation to those who tenderly loved him, that as his life was honourable, so was his death glorious. His memory will be recorded in the annals of his country — will be sacred to every British soldier, and embalmed in the recollection of a grateful posterity.
Страница 234 - EdinbU<)^h, for a second edition, fired me so much, that away I posted for that city, without a single acquaintance, or a single letter of introduction.
Страница 138 - These were more noble than those in Thessalonica, in that they received the word with all readiness of mind, and searched the scriptures daily, whether those things were so.
Страница 73 - The death of Mr. Gay and the Doctor, have been terrible wounds near my heart. Their living would have been a great comfort to me, although I should never have seen them ; like a sum of money in a bank, from which I should receive at least annual interest, as I do from you, and have done from my Lord Bolingbroke.
Страница 72 - I am at present in the case of a man that was almost in harbour and then blown back to sea — who has a reasonable hope of going to a good place, and an absolute certainty of leaving a very bad one. Not that I have any particular disgust at the world, for I have as great comfort in my own family and from the kindness of my friends as any man ; but the world in the main displeases me, and I have too true a presentiment of calamities that are to befall my country.
Страница 40 - As those we love decay, we die in part, String after string is sever'd from the heart ; Till loosen'd life at last — but breathing clay, Without one pang, is glad to fall away. Unhappy he who latest feels the blow, Whose eyes have wept o'er every friend laid low, Dragg'd lingering on from partial death to death, Till dying, all he can resign is breath.