Ye, my beloved sisters, shall have no beast but one cat... Ye shall be cropped four times in the year for to lighten your head... Of idleness ariseth much temptation of the flesh... Iron that lieth still soon gathereth rust.
Her even teeth, whiter than new yean'd lambs, When they with tender cries pursue their dams.
She runs to the pantry for a roll, and she stands on the doorstep scattering crumbs: around her throng her eager, plump, happy, feathered vassals.... There are perhaps some little calves, some little new-yeaned lambs--it may be twins, whose mothers have rejected them: Miss Keeldar ... must permit herself the treat of feeding them with her own hand."
Having been deprived, in 1747, by death, of his father, who had with difficulty supported him at college, he became a dependant on the bounty of his uncle, the Rev. Thomas Contarine; and after fluctuating in his choice of an employment in life, was at length established as a medical student at Edinburgh, in his twenty-fifth year.
Only yesterday, calling upon a new acquaintance, I heard the four-year- old boy of the house, mentioning his father, refer to him as "Henry."
No one speaks of them now; myself hasn't given them a thought this many a year--' His memories broke off suddenly, for a tree had fallen, carrying a large portion of the wall with it, but without revealing the house, only a wooded prospect through which a river glided. '
In the summer of the year----, Mr. Falkland visited his estate in our county after an absence of several months.
Yes, he is gone, and they are here; And now the purse he died to fill Will keep them well for many a year,-- Of course submissive to "God's will"!
'Tis he ordains the rolling year;-- Seasons and changes are his own; Then, mortal, live in God's own fear;-- One struggle, and the year was gone, But Peace had stolen o'er my breast; And as I gazed I shed a tear,-- And grateful for the last behest, I bless'd the just departed year.
This rebuff affected him as Addison's praise of Tickell affected Pope, and the following lines, were published in the March of the same year:-- Lords too are bards!
Why, this, since he died, is the thirtieth year!"-- "I never saw him, nor the place where he lay, Nor heard of nor thought of the man, till to-day; But I'll tell you his story, and leave it to you If 'tis not ten to one that my story is true.
Unquestionably, the situation has greatly improved during the present year(1922).