A provincial law of Maryland enacted that any white woman who married a negro slave should serve his master during her husband's lifetime, and that all their children should be slaves.
— from An Appeal in Favor of that Class of Americans Called Africans by Lydia Maria Child

"WHAT I THINK OF THE INVALIDS' HOTEL AND SURGICAL INSTITUTE:" The Invalids' Hotel and Surgical Institute is an Institution first-class in every respect, presided over by a capable, honest and pleasant lot of medical experts who certainly know their business.
— from The People's Common Sense Medical Adviser in Plain English or, Medicine Simplified, 54th ed., One Million, Six Hundred and Fifty Thousand by Ray Vaughn Pierce

This disaster was peculiarly mortifying to the British, as giving a temporary triumph to the mutineers, and as involving a positive loss of many English soldiers at a critical period.
— from The History of the Indian Revolt and of the Expeditions to Persia, China and Japan, 1856-7-8 by George Dodd

What the Goth carves out grotesquely after a painful labour of mental elimination, the right deposited, as residue, after a thousand wrongs—what the Latin smothers under a deluge of mere words: this your Frenchman of such a type will nimbly disentangle from all its unessentials; he presents it to your inspection in reasonable and convincing shape—purified, clipped, pruned.
— from Fountains in the Sand: Rambles Among the Oases of Tunisia by Norman Douglas

[17] Five Sermons (never before published), by the late Rev. Henry Martyn, B.D., with a prefatory letter on missionary enterprise, by the Rev. G.T. Fox, M.A., London, 1862.
— from Henry Martyn, Saint and Scholar First Modern Missionary to the Mohammedans, 1781-1812 by George Smith

In all the vigor of her middle years, with the dark radiance of her beauty little dimmed, and an almost pagan love of mere existence, 29 she was done to death by a bucking mustang, unseated for the first time since she had mounted a horse, and kicked beyond recognition.
— from The Travelling Thirds by Gertrude Franklin Horn Atherton

I am positively looking over my everlasting Crabbe again: he naturally comes in about the Fall of the page
— from Letters of Edward FitzGerald to Fanny Kemble (1871-1883) by Edward FitzGerald