“The George,” also, is a very popular sign; and the “St. George of merry England” is the patron saint of this country, and the battle-cry of her knights and yeomen of ancient days.
— from English Villages by P. H. (Peter Hampson) Ditchfield

This relevance to given experience and its objects is what cuts those myths off from their blameless and gratuitous rôle of reporting experiences that might be going on merrily enough somewhere else in the universe.
— from The Life of Reason: The Phases of Human Progress by George Santayana

It was presented to the society by Miss Phebe C. Bradford, of Boston, granddaughter of Mrs. Elizabeth Harrington.
— from All About Coffee by William H. (William Harrison) Ukers

Swallow four or five grains of Mastich every night going to bed.
— from The Complete Herbal To which is now added, upwards of one hundred additional herbs, with a display of their medicinal and occult qualities physically applied to the cure of all disorders incident to mankind: to which are now first annexed, the English physician enlarged, and key to Physic. by Nicholas Culpeper

These men were guilty of many extravagances, such as one would think human nature should have trembled at the thoughts of at such a time of general terror as was then upon us, and particularly scoffing and mocking at everything which they happened to see that was religious among the people, especially at their thronging zealously to the place of public worship to implore mercy from Heaven in such a time of distress; and this tavern where they held their dub being within view of the church-door, they had the more particular occasion for their atheistical profane mirth.
— from A Journal of the Plague Year Written by a Citizen Who Continued All the While in London by Daniel Defoe

By and by he said: “I am going on my errand now.”
— from The Mysterious Stranger, and Other Stories by Mark Twain

I was preceded by an elderly grim Javanese servant in a sort of livery of white jacket and yellow sarong, who, after throwing the door open, exclaimed low, “O master!” and stepping aside, vanished in a mysterious way as though he had been a ghost only momentarily embodied for that particular service.
— from Lord Jim by Joseph Conrad

For I disobeyed, not from a better choice, but from love of play, loving the pride of victory in my contests, and to have my ears tickled with lying fables, that they might itch the more; the same curiosity flashing from my eyes more and more, for the shows and games of my elders.
— from The Confessions of St. Augustine by Augustine, Saint, Bishop of Hippo

Shortly after I had entered the Swami Order, I paid a visit to my birthplace, Gorakhpur, as a guest of my elder brother Ananta.
— from Autobiography of a Yogi by Paramahansa Yogananda

402 The greatness of man even in his lust, to have known how to extract from it a wonderful code, and to have drawn from it a picture of benevolence.
— from Pascal's Pensées by Blaise Pascal

Last Supper; Gathering of Manna; Entombment (in Mortuary Chapel).
— from The Venetian School of Painting by Evelyn March Phillipps

Léger 173 recognises two great legions, the Eimeridea and the Adeleidea, the former comprising the greater number of genera, including the genus of most economic importance, Eimeria .
— from The Animal Parasites of Man by Fred. V. (Frederick Vincent) Theobald

"I feel sure of it, for her cheek paled as she caught the glance of my eye, and I felt all the time we were there that she was watching me!"
— from Lily Pearl and The Mistress of Rosedale by Ida Glenwood

There was something in this speech which grated on my ear as painfully ungrammatical; and I resolved, on the first opportunity, to instruct Holly in the rudiments of grammar.
— from A Grandmother's Recollections by Ella Rodman Church

The flour was gritty, and a leg of mutton turned out to be a limb of a goat of much experience.
— from Among the Tibetans by Isabella L. (Isabella Lucy) Bird

The gentleman of military exterior had so imperfectly awakened Clennam’s curiosity, in the existing state of his mind, that a half-forgetfulness of such a visitor’s having been referred to, was already creeping over it as a part of the sombre veil which almost always dimmed it now, when a heavy footstep on the stairs aroused him.
— from Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens

"Well, now the generositiness of my employerer is well nigh asphyxiating!"
— from Vacation with the Tucker Twins by Nell Speed