Sensible Etiquette of the Best Society, Customs, Manners, Morals, and Home CulturePorter and Coates, 1878 - 555 pages Advice on proper etiquette regarding parties, social visits, fashion, etc., revealing the complexity of the social rules in Victorian America. |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
accept acquaintance American answer asked bad breeding bad manners ball best society better breeding cards ceremony character circles civility cotillion courtesy croquettes cultivated culture custom dance daugh daughters dinner dress duty England English entertain Ernest Smith etiquette evil fashion feel fine manners gentleman girls give given guests habits hand happiness heart honor hostess human husband invitation Isocrates kettle-drums kind labor lady lady inviting laws leave lives look Madame manners marriage married mind moral morning calls morning dress mother nature ness never observance parents parties pass persons pleasure possess Quaker receive reception refined regret reply require respect rudeness rule says sensible servant slander social soul things thoroughbred tion true truth Verjuice Villenoy virtue vulgar wear wellbred wife wish woman women words writing young
Popular passages
Page 435 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and waylay.
Page 435 - I saw her upon nearer view A spirit, yet a woman too ! Her household motions light and free, And steps of virgin liberty ; A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet ; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food : For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 353 - Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life. She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands. She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
Page 187 - And also that every man should eat and drink, and enjoy the good of all his labour, it is the gift of God.
Page 189 - Rouse to some work of high and holy love, And thou an angel's happiness shalt know, — Shalt bless the earth while in the world above ; The good begun by thee shall onward flow In many a branching stream, and wider grow ! The seed that, in these few and fleeting hours, Thy hands unsparing and unwearied sow, Shall deck thy grave with amaranthine flowers, And yield thee fruits divine in heaven's immortal bowers.
Page 544 - Now if any man build upon this foundation gold, silver, precious stones, wood, hay, stubble; every man's work shall be made manifest; for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is.
Page 353 - She openeth her mouth with wisdom, and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
Page 436 - ... good For human nature's daily food ; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command ; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel 13 light.
Page 393 - The only gift is a portion of thyself. Thou must bleed for me. Therefore the poet brings his poem ; the shepherd, his lamb ; the farmer, corn; the miner, a gem; the sailor, coral and shells; the painter, his picture; the girl, a handkerchief of her own sewing.
Page 444 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.