LaconicsHolmes Book Company, 1912 - 302 pages |
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Page 24
... wife wears the breeches , let the husband wear petticoats . Without a pair of breeches what is man ? Diogenes ' two - legged animal without feathers . Any man is liable to have a breech in his breeches . Breed - breeding - bred ...
... wife wears the breeches , let the husband wear petticoats . Without a pair of breeches what is man ? Diogenes ' two - legged animal without feathers . Any man is liable to have a breech in his breeches . Breed - breeding - bred ...
Page 31
... wife . Our Christian charity has broadened into crime . The ultimate result of modern Christian Charity continued will be to fill the world with weak- lings , lunatics and criminals . " God help you " is cheap charity . Most men are ...
... wife . Our Christian charity has broadened into crime . The ultimate result of modern Christian Charity continued will be to fill the world with weak- lings , lunatics and criminals . " God help you " is cheap charity . Most men are ...
Page 51
... wife -Men . Smile at the claims of long descent . - Tennyson . Desert . Even in the desert of Sahara there are wells and garden - spots . There is water in " Death Valley " if you dig for it . Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple ...
... wife -Men . Smile at the claims of long descent . - Tennyson . Desert . Even in the desert of Sahara there are wells and garden - spots . There is water in " Death Valley " if you dig for it . Dust of the desert are thy walls And temple ...
Page 67
... wife , or a boil on his nose ? Epicure . The epicure empties his purse into his belly . Equality . Hear mobs of idlers cry- " Equality ! Let all men share alike ; divide , divide . " Pull down the toiler , lift the idler up ? Despoil ...
... wife , or a boil on his nose ? Epicure . The epicure empties his purse into his belly . Equality . Hear mobs of idlers cry- " Equality ! Let all men share alike ; divide , divide . " Pull down the toiler , lift the idler up ? Despoil ...
Page 75
... wife he most allus gits another . - Bronco Bill . How far is your son going , Pat ? He's goin ' te the divil , an ' Oi dunno how far it is . * Farce . When the farce is played out , let the cur- tain drop . It is only one step from ...
... wife he most allus gits another . - Bronco Bill . How far is your son going , Pat ? He's goin ' te the divil , an ' Oi dunno how far it is . * Farce . When the farce is played out , let the cur- tain drop . It is only one step from ...
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Popular passages
Page 203 - Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? there is more hope of a fool than of him.
Page 34 - Wherever God erects a house of prayer, The Devil always builds a chapel there: And 'twill be found upon examination, The latter has the largest congregation.
Page 22 - Tis pleasant, sure, to see one's name in print; A book's a book, although there's nothing in't.
Page 115 - Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The warmest welcome at an inn.
Page 100 - To render happy : all who joy would win Must share it, — Happiness was born a twin.
Page 258 - O Woman ! in our hours of ease Uncertain, coy, and hard to please, And variable as the shade By the light quivering aspen made; When pain and anguish wring the brow, A ministering angel thou!
Page 244 - Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As, to be hated, needs but to be seen; Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.
Page 119 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me 'Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Page 175 - tis public folly feeds. The slaves of custom and establish'd mode, With packhorse constancy we keep the road, Crooked or straight, through quags or thorny dells, True to the jingling of our leader's bells. To follow foolish precedents, and wink With both our eyes, is easier than to think...
Page 137 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.