Krishna Chundra Ghosa: A selection of anecdotes, moral and entertaining1832 |
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Page 171 - I never addressed myself, in the language of decency and friendship, without receiving a decent and friendly answer. With man it has often been otherwise.
Page 171 - ... actions have been performed in so free and so kind a manner, that if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught, and if hungry, I ate the coarsest morsel, with a double relish.
Page 171 - ... the appellation of benevolence,) these actions have been performed in so free and so kind a manner, that, if I was dry, I drank the sweetest draught, and if hungry, I ate the coarse morsel with a double relish.
Page 115 - I have been up all night (replied the old bard), my musical friends made me promise to write them an ode for their feast of St. Cecilia : I have been so struck with the subject which occurred to me, that I could not leave it till I had completed it : here it is, finished at one sitting.
Page 207 - At length, recollecting himself, he addressed the jury to the following effect: "Gentlemen, I must now relate a particular of my life, which very ill suits my present character and the station in which I sit; but to conceal it would be to aggravate the folly for which I ought to atone, to endanger innocence, and to countenance superstition. This...
Page 207 - ... station in which I sit; but to conceal it would be to aggravate the folly for which I ought to atone, to endanger innocence, and to countenance superstition. This bauble, which you suppose to have the power of life and death, is a senseless scroll which I wrote with my own hand and gave to this woman, whom for no other reason you accuse as a witch.
Page 177 - Proud prelate, I understand you are backward in complying with your agreement : but I would have you know, that I, who made you what you are, can unmake you ; and if you do not forthwith fulfil your engagement, by God I will immediately unfrock you. Yours, as you demean yourself, Elizabeth.
Page 187 - ... his reception, was productive of refusal. Full of indignation at such inhuman treatment, he was just going to leave the place, when he perceived another habitation, to which he had not yet applied for assistance. It was the poorest cottage in the village. The emperor hastened to this, and knocking at the door, a peasant opened it, and asked him what he wanted. — " I am almost dying with fatigue and hunger...
Page 175 - And, pray, honest friend," said the marquis, " who is this partner ?" —
Page 189 - Stay here," said the peasant to the emperor ; " I will go and get something for your supper." He went out, and soon returned with some black bread, eggs, and honey.