Who is that heavenly Musician whose soul gave birth to that sweet, intellectual, majestic melody espoused so happily to those chosen words of devout contemplation, of lofty praise, of innocent joy, of dolorous compassion, and of sanctified sorrow?
— from The Catholic World, Vol. 20, October 1874‐March 1875 by Various

Now here I make Mile End, said he, and just here i'
— from Long Will by Florence Converse

Yet something must be done; for Mary’s humility of heart was not that inert apathy of idleness, that is sometimes by foolish, unthinking people mistaken for it; and I suppose, in the eyes of the vain and worldly, there was some degradation in Mary Mannering employing several hours of the day in needlework, for which, at the end of the week, she received a few shillings; but the gentle girl herself never fell that there could be disgrace in earning this trifle honestly, however humbly; although, in one of Harriet’s letters, she professed to be quite “shocked” at the necessity of such a thing, while she made it a plea for her own prolonged absence, saying that there was one less to support while she was away.
— from The Young Lord, and Other Tales; to which is added Victorine Durocher by Mrs. (Mary Martha) Sherwood

If Mr Milnes ever submitted his own actions to the test of rigorous examination, he must have concluded that he had himself brought about the very result which he was most anxious to prevent; for it was this enforced residence on the Continent which, more than any other influence, shaped the character of his son.
— from Old Friends at Cambridge and Elsewhere by John Willis Clark