The words sinjoro, gentleman, sinjorino, lady, fraŭlino, miss, are used like English Mr., Mrs., Miss, before proper names, and are also used as terms of address, without being followed by the name: Adiaŭ, Sinjoro.
— from A Complete Grammar of Esperanto by Ivy Kellerman Reed

Some er dese men I sees shootin' an' killin', dars men an' umen livin' er my race dat nussed an' tuk keer
— from Hanover; Or The Persecution of the Lowly A Story of the Wilmington Massacre. by Jack Thorne

It always commences on a Monday, and usually lasts eight days.
— from Castes and Tribes of Southern India. Vol. 1 of 7 by Edgar Thurston

Denver is the great city of the Rockies, whose snow-capped summits are seen to the westward in a magnificent and unbroken line, extending in view for one hundred and seventy miles from Pike's Peak north to Long's Peak, with many intervening summits, most of them rising over fourteen thousand feet.
— from America, Volume 6 (of 6) by Joel Cook

Toward evening the parlor-maid appeared at the family tea-table, and presented to her master an unusually large envelope sealed with black wax, and addressed in a strange handwriting.
— from Little Novels by Wilkie Collins

Ay, to her utter misery and undoing, like Elaine— —“she lifted up her eyes, And loved him, with that love which was her doom.”
— from The White Rose of Langley A Story of the Olden Time by Emily Sarah Holt

Colonel de St. Severan took them up, read the addresses, and placing before Marie an unusually large envelope, he said gaily, "There, little one, is a volume from your nice Irish friend.
— from Flora Adair; or, Love Works Wonders. Vol. 2 (of 2) by A. M. Donelan

It will be in its appointed place and time only when the great roaring flood of starvation, misery, and underpaid labour ebbs back again—as it will when the just demands of the many are at last happily attended to; when the proletariat exists but in name, and the pitiful cry for bread, that rings unheeded throughout the world, has died away.
— from The Secret Doctrine, Vol. 1 of 4 by H. P. (Helena Petrovna) Blavatsky

Cautious, cool-headed and decided, he is not an inviting mark for the wiles of the schemer or impostor, but he is thoroughly approachable, respectful and considerate toward those whom he meets, and utterly lacking either in the arrogance of small greatness, or in the still more objectionable truckling and assumed bonhommie of the small politician.
— from The Mountains of Oregon by W. G. (William Gladstone) Steel