We sell off of fifty acres of land, having seventeen additional acres of pasturage, over three thousand dollars of produce each year.
— from Society as I Have Found It by Ward McAllister

In this Book he is a being of great beauty of person, of great dignity of position even yet, endowed with most remarkable intellectual powers, a prince, at the head of a most remarkable, compact organization which he has wielded with phenomenal skill and success in furthering his ambitious purposes.
— from Quiet Talks on Prayer by S. D. (Samuel Dickey) Gordon

Charterhouse Square, once an enclosure of seventeenth-century palaces, is a delightful old place even yet; though its sober residential look of time-darkened red brick is now but a blind, and it is rapidly becoming a square of hotels and lodging-houses.
— from Highways and Byways in London by Emily Constance Baird Cook

‘Your landlady will doubtless not be so particular,’ he returned; ‘nor do I at all despair of persuading even your unconquerable self.
— from The Dynamiter by Robert Louis Stevenson

Development of Psychosis: Eight years before admission the patient became nervous, slept badly, but got better.
— from Benign Stupors: A Study of a New Manic-Depressive Reaction Type by August Hoch

His apparent sluggishness keeps us from the constant changes which trouble some nations: his apparent lack of ambition makes it easy for the restless spirits to rise: were the country full of aspiring young men we should be for ever having civil wars, revolutions, social upsydowns, new experiments, new religions, new governments, new divisions of property, every year.
— from The Ivory Gate, a new edition by Walter Besant

There is a solemn distribution of prizes every year before the short vacation, on the Sunday following 15th of August.
— from Journal in France in 1845 and 1848 with Letters from Italy in 1847 Of Things and Persons Concerning the Church and Education by T. W. (Thomas William) Allies

For all wants are satisfied, all disorders of nature are removed, no life is any longer a burden, every day is a day of peace, everything you meet becomes a help to you, because everything you see or do is all done in the sweet, gentle element of Love.
— from Daily Strength for Daily Needs by Mary Wilder Tileston

When at a distance of perhaps eight yards from the nest, the cock indulged in some curious antics.
— from Glimpses of Indian Birds by Douglas Dewar