For a dash he would hold down his key and make a large spark, and for a dot he would release his key quickly and make only a short one.
— from The Boy's Book of New Inventions by Harry E. (Harry Edward) Maule

The traditions handed down from the days of Kellerman and Murat and Lasalle survived in all their freshness, and the belief prevailed that a charge of French horseman, pushed home, would ride over any infantry, even in serried formation.
— from The Campaign of Sedan: The Downfall of the Second Empire, August-September 1870 by George Hooper

While everything is shaking around us, while the kingdoms are moved, and lives seem thrown away as things of small value, [246] let us remember that one great Living Being remains to all of us, to those whose lives are lost on earth, and to those who remain, and that is the Eternal God, the Giver of all truth, and righteousness and love; and the greater the strain and stress of life and death, the more may we confidently exclaim, in the tumult of the battlefield as much as in the peace of this sanctuary, “O God, Thou art my God; early will I seek Thee.”
— from The War and the Gospel: Sermons and Addresses During the Present War by Henry Wace

Yates was at home in any performance of this kind, and, mounting a low stump, said: "Boys, Jim wants me to thank you for the great service you've rendered him.
— from Sevenoaks: A Story of Today by J. G. (Josiah Gilbert) Holland

Kerner aims many a leaden sarcasm at those who despise his credulity.
— from Summer on the Lakes, in 1843 by Margaret Fuller

[10] Run bleating round the sunny knowes, And mony a little silver rill Steals gurgling down its mossy hill; And vernal green is ilka tree On bonny braes o' Woodhouselee."
— from The Genius of Scotland; or, Sketches of Scottish Scenery, Literature and Religion by Robert Turnbull

We followed him down the street, and sometimes crossing the mud on pieces of wood, sometimes [100] "putting one's foot in it," we reached a savage-looking timber kiosk, and, mounting a ladder, seated ourselves on the window ledge.
— from Servia, Youngest Member of the European Family or, A Residence in Belgrade and Travels in the Highlands and Woodlands of the Interior, during the years 1843 and 1844. by A. A. (Andrew Archibald) Paton

Finally he grew too tired to kick any more and lay still.
— from The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse by Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo) Burgess