If Mrs. Clover took his advice she would straightway go into moderate mourning and let it be known that her husband was dead.
— from The Town Traveller by George Gissing

All this first scene will go, in my mind at least, to that olfactory accompaniment.
— from In the Days of the Comet by H. G. (Herbert George) Wells

There was another book which greatly influenced my mind and life.
— from Memoirs by Charles Godfrey Leland

Processions were straggling about the streets, apparently lost, like ward-delegations in search of the beginning of St. Patrick's Day; a disorderly scramble of rags and color, a rabble hustling along without step or order, preceded usually by half a dozen enormous flags, green, red, yellow, and blue, embroidered with various devices and texts from the Koran, which hung lifeless on their staves, but grouped in mass made as lively a study of color as a bevy of sails of the Chioggia fishing-boats flocking into the port of Venice at sunrise.
— from In the Levant Twenty Fifth Impression by Charles Dudley Warner

Sticks [Pg 69] of peppermint candy, with ribbons of red and white winding about them (a barber's pole reminds me of them to this hour); lollipops, also of peppermint, that would just go into my mouth and let the roof down and the teeth meet; cubes of amber lemon candy; and, most delicately delicious of all, squares of pink rose-candy that dissolved upon the tongue and smelt like the Vale of Cashmere to the very last grain; bunches of raisins, which we—and Jacky Horner—called "plums"; almonds, palm-nuts, filberts; small ginger cakes of a cut and size that Aunt 'Ritta would not make for us unless she were in a particularly good humor;—the sight called forth a round-eyed and round-mouthed " Aw-w-w! "
— from When Grandmamma Was New: The Story of a Virginia Childhood by Marion Harland

'Give it me, Marjory, and leave me, dear old dame.
— from Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 721 October 20, 1877 by Various

It was not till some time afterwards that I saw the finger of God in my misfortunes, and later still that I learned to submit to His will and to hearken to His voice.
— from The Works of Balzac: A linked index to all Project Gutenberg editions by Honoré de Balzac

Softly gliding as I goe, With this burthen full of woe, Through still silence of the night, Guided by the Gloe-worms light, Hither am I come at last, Many a Thicket have I past Not a twig that durst deny me, Not a bush that durst descry me, To the little Bird that sleeps On the tender spray: nor creeps That hardy worm with pointed tail, But if I be under sail, Flying faster than the wind, Leaving all the clouds behind, But doth hide her tender head In some hollow tree or bed Of seeded Nettles: not a Hare Can be started from his fare, By my footing, nor a wish Is more sudden, nor a fish Can be found with greater ease, Cut the vast unbounded seas, Leaving neither print nor sound, Than I, when nimbly on the ground, I measure many a league an hour: But behold the happy power, That must ease me of my charge, And by holy hand enlarge The soul of this sad man, that yet Lyes fast bound in deadly fit; Heaven and great Pan succour it!
— from The Faithful Shepherdess The Works of Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher (Volume 2 of 10). by John Fletcher

These revelations or workings of God in man mark a large portion of the history of thought through the ages; and in that dim twilight of the race, when men like Enoch walked with God, though history is but a shadow, yet it is the shadow of God working in man.
— from The Chautauquan, Vol. 04, November 1883 A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture. Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle. by Chautauqua Institution