The Schoolmaster, and Edinburgh Weekly Magazine, Volumes 1-2John Anderson [for John Johnstone], 1832 - Scottish periodicals |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 100
Page 26
... child ! to have been lodged in the cold grave , where I imagined Mrs. Mandeville , would have been happiness to what I endured . " Her child did not come dead into the world , however ; but it went off , almost immediately in ...
... child ! to have been lodged in the cold grave , where I imagined Mrs. Mandeville , would have been happiness to what I endured . " Her child did not come dead into the world , however ; but it went off , almost immediately in ...
Page 27
... child that he was coming to look at , " she softly whispered " but mine sleeps sounder still ! ” Mr. Mandeville came in ; he neither cast his eyes to the right nor the left , but , with a candle in his hand , walked straight to the ...
... child that he was coming to look at , " she softly whispered " but mine sleeps sounder still ! ” Mr. Mandeville came in ; he neither cast his eyes to the right nor the left , but , with a candle in his hand , walked straight to the ...
Page 28
... child , was in a few hours many leagues out at sea . - Now comes the fearful part of Mary's life ! now comes the time when she strove to whiten by comparison to use her little knowledge and experience in justifying a wicked action , and ...
... child , was in a few hours many leagues out at sea . - Now comes the fearful part of Mary's life ! now comes the time when she strove to whiten by comparison to use her little knowledge and experience in justifying a wicked action , and ...
Page 29
... child as I may call him , formerly so complying and open , was capable of being rude and sullen : quite at a loss what to do . I desired him to write to his mother , and hasten her return . He obeyed me , though not with a good grace ...
... child as I may call him , formerly so complying and open , was capable of being rude and sullen : quite at a loss what to do . I desired him to write to his mother , and hasten her return . He obeyed me , though not with a good grace ...
Page 30
... child - your own child , Mr. Mandeville , save your child ! " was all she could say . He shook her off roughly , for she had snatched hold of the sleeve of his coat : but he changed colour , and looked very ear- nestly in her face . " I ...
... child - your own child , Mr. Mandeville , save your child ! " was all she could say . He shook her off roughly , for she had snatched hold of the sleeve of his coat : but he changed colour , and looked very ear- nestly in her face . " I ...
Contents
86 | |
94 | |
113 | |
120 | |
128 | |
136 | |
176 | |
183 | |
190 | |
191 | |
207 | |
208 | |
216 | |
230 | |
243 | |
254 | |
264 | |
270 | |
277 | |
279 | |
283 | |
285 | |
288 | |
295 | |
302 | |
309 | |
312 | |
320 | |
327 | |
328 | |
336 | |
339 | |
88 | |
96 | |
104 | |
120 | |
128 | |
144 | |
151 | |
159 | |
205 | |
212 | |
239 | |
277 | |
326 | |
355 | |
360 | |
369 | |
379 | |
389 | |
392 | |
416 | |
7 | |
26 | |
41 | |
54 | |
1 | |
19 | |
42 | |
50 | |
52 | |
71 | |
74 | |
94 | |
Common terms and phrases
appeared barn owl beautiful better body Booksellers called character child Chinsura church COBBETT Comte d'Artois Corn Laws Crichton Castle cried delight door dress East Lothian Edinburgh effect Eildon Hills England eyes Fanny father feelings gentleman girl give Glasgow hand happy heard heart heat honour horses hour Jack Taylor JOHN JOHNSTONE JOHN MACLEOD kind King labour lady land Lewellyn lived look Lord Lord Thurlow manner marriage Mary ment mind minister morning mother nature never night passed person pleasure political poor present replied rich Rosalie SCHOOLMASTER Scotland seen servant Sir Walter Sir Walter Scott society soon spirit sure tell Theodore thing thou thought THREE-HALFPENCE tion took town turn whole wife WILLIAM COBBETT woman words young
Popular passages
Page 273 - When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white ; When the cold light's uncertain shower Streams on the ruined central tower; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seem framed of ebon and ivory...
Page 30 - Ho ! maidens of Vienna ; ho ! matrons of Lucerne ; Weep, weep, and rend your hair for those who never shall return. Ho ! Philip, send, for charity, thy Mexican pistoles, That Antwerp monks may sing a mass for thy poor spearmen's souls.
Page 290 - Rise like Lions after slumber In unvanquishable number, Shake your chains to earth like dew Which in sleep had fallen on you — Ye are many — they are few.
Page 82 - The community is a fictitious body, composed of the individual persons who are considered as constituting as it were its members. The interest of the community then is, what? — the sum of the interests of the several members who compose it.
Page 298 - Equity is a roguish thing; for law we have a measure, know what to trust to; equity is according to the conscience of him that is Chancellor, and as that is larger or narrower, so is equity. 'Tis all one as if they should make the standard for the measure we call a foot, a Chancellor's foot; what an uncertain measure would this be!
Page 30 - Bartholomew," was passed from man to man ; But out spake gentle Henry, "No Frenchman is my foe : Down, down with every foreigner, but let your brethren go.
Page 290 - Tis to work and have such pay As just keeps life from day to day In your limbs, as in a cell For the tyrants...
Page 30 - D'Aumale hath cried for quarter. The Flemish count is slain. Their ranks are breaking like thin clouds before a Biscay gale; The field is heaped with bleeding steeds, and flags, and cloven mail. And then we thought on vengeance, and, all along our van, "Remember St. Bartholomew,
Page 30 - Flemish spears. There rode the brood of false Lorraine, the curses of our land ! And dark Mayenne was in the midst, a truncheon in his hand ; And, as we looked on them, we thought of Seine's...
Page 268 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again ; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain ! But when I speak— thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st unsaid...