Of this dramatic masterpiece the world has no opportunity of judging; his health had been failing for some time, and he died, apparently of dropsy, on the 23rd of April, 1616, the day on which England lost Shakespeare, nominally at least, for the English calendar had not yet been reformed.
— from Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra

A tall, delicate girl, who proved to be a milliner's apprentice, had taken a fancy to her, and given her her first real knowledge of the delights of West End life.
— from Prisoners of Poverty Abroad by Helen Campbell

The Book of Job, from which Pope Gregory the Great fancied he could piece together the entire system of Catholic theology, and which Thomas of Aquin regarded as a sober history, is now known to be a regular poem, but, as Tennyson truly remarked, "the greatest poem whether of ancient or modern times," and the diction of which even Luther instinctively felt to be "magnificent and sublime as no other book of Scripture."
— from The Sceptics of the Old Testament: Job - Koheleth - Agur by Emile Joseph Dillon

Lines of Capitals, frequently half ( d ) or whole ( e ) letter-height apart.
— from Writing & Illuminating, & Lettering by Edward Johnston

It rained all day, and I sat in my room before a blazing fire of olive wood which a dear old waiter, exactly like a confidential servant of a pope, bestowed upon me out of sheer Provençal good nature.
— from The Motor Maid by A. M. (Alice Muriel) Williamson

Peter spent long, drowsy afternoons and evenings reading with her, dropping occasional words, eating light food prepared by a cook who understood that her mistress must on no account be served with anything which required her to sit upright.
— from Peter Paragon: A Tale of Youth by John Palmer

"One more question I am bound to ask you, Mr. [Pg 98] Chermside," pursued the coroner with a deprecatory wave of his hand: "Were you in the company of the deceased on Wednesday evening last?"
— from A Traitor's Wooing by Headon Hill

Gentlemen Tories, shuffle the cards as you will, the Duke of Wellington either lacks principle or brains.
— from Punch, or the London Charivari, Volume 1, Complete by Various