and imperfect are the good deeds of our latter years, if those of our early life have been evil!'
— from The Mysteries of Udolpho by Ann Ward Radcliffe

i, p. 121: "Early in the morning of the first day of October last year (1874), several persons living on the north side of the main island perceived, as they thought, a cloud coming over from the northwest, which drew nearer and nearer to the shore, on reach [ 298] ing which it divided into two parts, one of which went eastward, and the other westward, gradually falling upon the land.
— from The Butterfly Book A Popular Guide to a Knowledge of the Butterflies of North America by W. J. (William Jacob) Holland

What is the determination or the desperation of one like you?
— from The Cryptogram: A Novel by James De Mille

The day which was to be the last to see us in the house wherein himself and his fathers for many centuries back, and I his unworthy child, had been born, was spent in such fashion as becometh those who suffer for conscience sake, and that is with so much sorrow as must needs be felt by a loving father and a dutiful child in a first and doubtful parting, with so much regret as is natural in the abandonment of a peaceful earthly home, wherein God had been served in a Catholic manner for many generations and up to that time without discontinuance, only of late years as it were by {181} night and stealth, which was linked in their memories with sundry innocent joys and pleasures, and such griefs as do hallow and endear the visible scenes wherewith they be connected, but withal with a stoutness of heart in him, and a youthful steadiness in her whom he had infected with a like courage unto his own, which wrought in them so as to be of good cheer and shed no more tears on so moving an occasion than the debility of her nature and the tenderness of his paternal care extorted from their eyes when he placed her on her horse, and the bridle in the hand of the servant who was to accompany her to London.
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 01, April to September, 1865 A Monthly Eclectic Magazine by Various

There are multitudes of people who disapprove of ordinary lotteries, yet have been thoroughly deceived by iniquity under a more attractive nomenclature.
— from The Abominations of Modern Society by T. De Witt (Thomas De Witt) Talmage

Peter and John were both true disciples of our Lord, yet how differently did they manifest outwardly the workings of God's Spirit within, which is ever the same!
— from Riches of Grace: A Compilation of Experiences in the Christian Life A Narration of Trials and Victories Along the Way by E. E. (Enoch Edwin) Byrum

Some of these we would draft off to other departments of our labour yards, while some would for the present be kept on as beggars, with the hope of early promotion to other employment.
— from Darkest India A Supplement to General Booth's "In Darkest England, and the Way Out" by Frederick St. George De Lautour Booth-Tucker

This would infer, though the king should send and kill us, we must not resist, nor defend our own lives: yet, being an oath against the sixth command, which enjoineth natural self-preservation, it should be intrinsically sinful; and 'tis all one to swear to non-preservation of self, as to swear to self-murder.
— from A Hind Let Loose Or, An Historical Representation of the Testimonies of the Church of Scotland for the Interest of Christ. With the True State Thereof in All Its Periods by Alexander Shields

A few weeks ago, when we were so down on our luck, you know—just before you began to work again—I met Oliver in Russell Square, and told him what I wanted and what I thought of him.
— from Brooke's Daughter: A Novel by Adeline Sergeant

But in resigning, beg best thanks to give For the diversion of our last year’s guild;— Hoping the festival will as much this year, By weather and kind friends be happy blest.”
— from The Every-day Book and Table Book. v. 2 (of 3) or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports, Pastimes, Ceremonies, Manners, Customs and Events, Incident to Each of the Three Hundred and Sixty-five Days, in past and Present Times; Forming a Complete History of the Year, Month, and Seasons, and a Perpetual Key to the Almanac by William Hone