The Home Counties Magazine: Devoted to the Topography of London, Middlesex, Essex, Herts, Bucks, Berks, Surrey, Kent and Sussex, Volume 4

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William John Hardy, F. E. Robinson, William Paley Baildon
F. E. Robinson and Company, 1902 - Berkshire (England)
 

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Page 271 - And bid them go the nearest way, for Mr. Birch has said That nine o'clock's the hour he'll have his boarders all in bed ; And well we know when little boys their coming home delay, They often seem to walk and sit uneasily next day ! ' ' — Now, nay, dear Uncle Ingoldsby, now send me not, I pray, Back by that Entry dark, for that you know's the nearest way ; I dread that Entry dark with Jane alone at such an hour, It fears me quite — it's Friday night ! — and then Nell Cook hath pow'r ! ' ' And,...
Page 10 - I have been led to make inquiry respecting the truth of the statement ; and find from concurrent and indisputable testimony, that there is a spot of ground deemed sacred, from being the place where a martyr was burnt. — It is about twenty-four yards in circumference. And when the field is fallow or when in corn, that particular spot cannot be discovered ; but when the rest of the field begins to flourish and become green, the blades of grass or corn on this mysterious spot, begin to look unhealthy...
Page 124 - ... yet when he considered that it would be both great grief and some shame also to the eldest to see her younger sister preferred before her in marriage, he then, of a certain pity, framed his fancy toward her, and soon after married her...
Page 202 - I may tell you in secret (here's nobody else hears me), I take no care how I fill my sacks. Every time I come to London, my coals are found faulty ; I have been five times pilloried, my coals given to the poor, and my sacks burnt before my face.
Page 166 - I fnall not pretend to defcribe or account for it: but one would imagine that the people were all bit by a mad dog, as the fame remedy is thought neceflary.
Page 270 - And he sees a dun horse come swift as the wind, And his nostrils smoke and his eyes they blaze Like a couple of lamps on a yellow post-chaise. Every shoe he has got Appears red-hot. And sparks round his ears snap, crackle, and play, And his tail cocks up in a very odd way; Every hair in his mane seems a porcupine's quill, And there on his back sits Exciseman Gill, Crying "Yield thee! now yield thee, thou Smuggler Bill!
Page 272 - ... walk, and they who cross her path the deed may rue ; Her fatal breath is fell as death ! the Simoom's blast is not More dire — (a wind in Africa that blows uncommon hot). ' But all unlike the Simoom's blast, her breath is deadly cold, Delivering quivering, shivering shocks...
Page 279 - For the Benefit of Miss Mozart of thirteen and Master Mozart of eight years of age ; Prodigies of Nature. HICKFORD'S GREAT ROOM IN BREWER STREET. This Day, May...
Page 119 - The spot on which the corpse was found is thus described in a publication of the period : — " As to the place, it was in a ditch on the south side of Primrose Hill, surrounded with divers closes, fenced in with high mounds and ditches ; no road near, only some deep dirty lanes, made for the convenience of driving cows, and such like cattle, in and out of the grounds ; and those very lanes bruises, and his neck was broken.
Page 302 - Aubrey, the Wiltshire antiquary, in his " Topographical Collections for North Wilts," says : " Here is a Lott-Mead celebrated yearly with great ceremony. The Lord weareth a garland of flowers ; the mowers at one house have always a pound of beefe and a head of garlick every man, according to that of Horace, ' O dura messorum ilia ! ' with many other old customs still retayned.

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