Wiat was at first more successful in his attempt; and having published a declaration, at Maidstone in Kent, against the queen’s evil counsellors, and against the Spanish match, without any mention of religion, the people began to flock to his standard.
— from The History of England in Three Volumes, Vol.I., Part C. From Henry VII. to Mary by David Hume

It was hard to come back, one holiday-time after another, ignorant except for books that I devoured in the holidays, and for my own independent studies of maps, and an old geography book at Snuffy’s from which I was allowed to give lessons to the lowest form; rough in looks, and dress, and manners (I knew it, but it requires some self-respect even to use a nail-brush, and self-respect was next door to impossible at Crayshaw’s); and with my north-country accent deepened, and my conversation disfigured by slang which, not being fashionable slang, was as inadmissible as thieves’ lingo; it was hard, I say, to come back thus, and meet dear old Jem, and Page 187 generally one at least of his school-fellows whom he had asked to be allowed to invite—both of them well dressed, well cared for, and well mannered, full of games that were not in fashion at Crayshaw’s, and slang as “correct” as it was unintelligible.
— from We and the World: A Book for Boys. Part I by Juliana Horatia Gatty Ewing

"He retired from politics and died at Maidstone, in Kent, on 6 July 1452.
— from The Strife of the Roses and Days of the Tudors in the West by W. H. Hamilton (William Henry Hamilton) Rogers

Breakin’ down hedges, an’ climbin’ up trees, Scalin’ the rocks on his hands an’ his knees, Huntin’, or skatin’, or flying a kite, An’ seein’ how much he can take at a bite; Plaguin’ a donkey, an’ makin’ it kick, Prickin’ its belly wi’t’ end of a stick; An’ you who are livin’, you’ll yet live to see’t, That something will happen that scamp Billy Wreet!
— from Adventures and Recollections by Bill o'th' Hoylus End

According to John Fordun[4] he resigned his crown, became a monk, preached the faith to the Scots and Picts, and died a martyr in Kintyre: but the apostle of the Scots seems to have been a little more ancient than the former.[5]
— from The Lives of the Fathers, Martyrs, and Other Principal Saints. January, February, March by Alban Butler

The scene brings to our minds the words of the poet— “The old order changeth, yielding place to new”; and, conscious as we may be that society in our day has its dangers and disorders of a different and more insidious kind, we are thankful that our lot is not cast in the harsh and troublous times of our history.
— from The Hawarden Visitors' Hand-Book Revised Edition, 1890 by William Henry Gladstone

The study of industrial diseases has only this year been begun by the federal authorities, and doubtless as more is known of the nervous and mental effect of over-fatigue, many moral breakdowns will be traced to this source.
— from A New Conscience and an Ancient Evil by Jane Addams

Every hour of it had brought a deeper and more intimate knowledge of the wilderness.
— from The Strength of the Pines by Edison Marshall