It was not then, but when we had got to the cheese, that our conversation turned upon our rowing feats, and that Drummle was rallied for coming up behind of a night in that slow amphibious way of his.
— from Great Expectations by Charles Dickens
Let us, therefore, the blessings which Providence sends, To our country, to us, our relations and friends, With gratitude own—and employ the supplies, As prudence suggests, "to be merry and wise."
— from The Mirror of Literature, Amusement, and Instruction Volume 13, No. 350, January 3, 1829 by Various
He must encounter the stings of conscience, the upbraidings of reason, the admonitions of the altar, the prayers of Zion, the cross of his dying Christ, the intercession of his risen Jesus, the moving, mellowing, subduing influences of the divine Spirit, the ten thousand warnings of a merciful Providence, the unnumbered monitions of living, decaying, dying, reviving nature, the very sympathies of heaven, yea, even the moving entreaties of her compassionate king.
— from The Chautauquan, Vol. 03, December 1882 A Monthly Magazine Devoted to the Promotion of True Culture. Organ of the Chautauqua Literary and Scientific Circle by Chautauqua Institution
With the developmental growth of the product of conception, the uterus or room that had been particularly prepared for the "big reception" of the second week, has also grown to great dimensions.
— from The Mother and Her Child by William S. (William Samuel) Sadler
Then came the trip in pleasant but orderly company, the lunch in town, the dressing in confused, cramped quarters, the facing of tier on tier of partisans encircling the huge room, the disorderly jumble about the starting lines, the hurried calling of contestants, the uproar of rival cheers—and at last the all-important summons.
— from The Yale Cup by Albertus T. (Albertus True) Dudley
“We came in,” the other continued, “to uphold our rights as the exponents of—of——” “You sneaked in the kitchen,” the woman in the doorway interrupted; “and I found you rummaging in the press.”
— from The Happy End by Joseph Hergesheimer
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