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Page 91 - Vandyke, and surrounded with books, the best editions of the best authors, and in particular, an admirable collection of classics. ' These,' said Pleydell, ' are my tools of trade. A lawyer without history or literature is a mechanic, a mere working mason ; if he possesses some knowledge of these, he may venture to call himself an architect...
Page 294 - For though, seduced and led astray, Thou'st travell'd far and wander'd long, Thy God hath seen thee all the way, And all the turns that led thee wrong. The Hall of Justice.
Page 84 - Dark but not awful, dismal but yet mean, With anxious bustle moves the cumbrous scene ; Presents no objects tender or...
Page 215 - Wi' coulters, and wi' forehammers, We garr'd the bars bang merrilie, Until we came to the inner prison, Where Willie o' Kinmont he did lie. And when we cam to the lower prison, Where Willie o...
Page 200 - Bring me to the test, And I the matter will re-word, which madness Would gambol from. Mother, for love of grace, Lay not that flattering unction to your soul, That not your trespass, but my madness speaks.