In the early part of the nineteenth century, coffee became firmly intrenched as the one great American breakfast beverage; and its security in this position would seem to be unassailable for all time.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

“But they never do that here,” said the girl, and both blushed as if they had been discovered doing something very wrong.
— from The Rat-Pit by Patrick MacGill

The enormous feeders of this full feeding country, whether they are young or old, whether they inhabit the mountain or the vale, and whether they feed on animal food or not, have generally a bad breath; and if they seldom offend, it is because few feed otherwise.
— from The Young Mother: Management of Children in Regard to Health by William A. (William Andrus) Alcott

They are getting a bit bigger, as in Class 8, for horses over 15.2, there were sixteen in the ring, and several must have been very close on 16 hands.
— from Baily's Magazine of Sports and Pastimes, Volume 85 January to June, 1906 by Various

a great monument [Pg 219] of granite and brass, bearing an inscription to the following effect: By the Will of God, Here, upon the brink of these Deserts, Which from this Point begin and stretch away, Pathless, treeless, waterless, For thousands of miles, and along the margins of many mighty Nations, Rested from their labors and from great afflictions Under the shadow of the Chinese Wall, And by the favor of Keen Lung , God's Lieutenant upon Earth, The Ancient Children of the Wilderness, the Torgote Tartars, Flying before the wrath of the Grecian Czar, Wandering sheep who had strayed away from the Celestial Empire in the year 1616, But are now mercifully gathered again, after infinite sorrow, Into the fold of their forgiving Shepherd.
— from Historic Tales: The Romance of Reality. Vol. 08 (of 15), Russian by Charles Morris

There was my father-in-law, a poor man, who thought it necessary (indeed, he was compelled by custom) to order a grand feast from a famous restaurant and give a brilliant ball, as if he had been extremely happy to lose his daughter, the delight of his eyes and the brightness of his home.
— from Philip Gilbert Hamerton An Autobiography, 1834-1858, and a Memoir by His Wife, 1858-1894 by Eugénie Hamerton

Yet the proud fabric in the morning's sun Stands all unconscious of the mischief done; Still the red beacon pours its evening rays For the lost pilot with as full a blaze,— Nay, shines, all radiance, o'er the scattered fleet Of gulls and boobies brainless at its feet.
— from The Poetical Works of Oliver Wendell Holmes — Complete by Oliver Wendell Holmes

Then she wouldn't grieve about being backward, and I can be eyes to her as she is hands to me.
— from Spinning-Wheel Stories by Louisa May Alcott