The History of Matthew Wald

W. Blackwood, 1824 - 382 頁




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第 374 頁 - If there be one who need bemoan His kindred laid in earth, The household hearts that were his own, — It is the man of mirth. 'My days, my friend, are almost gone, My life has been approved. And many love me; but by none Am I enough beloved.
第 357 頁 - Ay, sir, seconds ; 'tis the rule, and I have no passion for singularities, whatever may be your taste." " Come, come — when you next fall out with some fop about a pointer, or a dancer, my lord — some pirouetting dancer — this puppy legislation will do finely. I thought we were serious." " Serious ! partly so, partly not, Mr Wald. I consider, (but I won't baulk you, though,) I consider this as rather a laughable hurry of yours, Mr Wald.
第 218 頁 - Indeed he always continued to speak quite gravely of his ' trespass,' his ' backsliding,' his ' sore temptation !' I was present also with him during the final scene. His irons had been knocked off ere I entered the cell; and clothed as he was in a most respectable suit of black, and with that fixed and imperturbable solemnity of air and aspect, upon my conscience, I think it would have been a difficult matter for any stranger to pick out the murderer among the group of clergymen that surrounded...
第 218 頁 - Never was such a specimen of that insane pride. The very agony of this man's humiliation had a spice of holy exultation in it ; there was in the most penitent of his lugubrious glances still something that said, or seemed to say — " Abuse me — spurn me as you will — I loathe myself also ; but this deed is Satan's.
第 210 頁 - M'Ewan condescended, on rare occasions, to set forth as the representative of laughter. The old woman told me that the goodman had a friend from the country with him — a farmer, who had come from a distance to sell ewes at the market. Jean, indeed, seemed to take some pride in the acquaintance, enlarging upon the great substance and respectability of the stranger. I was chatting away with her, when we heard some noise from the spence, as if a table or chair had fallen — but we thought nothing...
第 217 頁 - Judge, in addressing him, enlarged upon the horror of his guilt, he, standing right before the bench, kept his eye fixed with calm earnestness on his Lordship's face, assenting now and then to the propriety of what he said, by exactly that sort of see-saw gesture which you may have seen escape now and then from the devout listener to a pathetic sermon or sacramental service. John, in a short speech of his own, expressed his sense of his guilt ; but even then he borrowed the language of Scripture,...
第 219 頁 - He took his leave of this angry mob in a speech which would not have disgraced a martyr, embracing the stake of glory, — and the noose was tied. I observed...
第 208 頁 - I should say, croon d together, before they went to bed. Tune there was almost none ; but the low, articulate, quiet chaunt, had something so impressive and solemnizing about it, that I missed not melody. John himself was a hard-working man, and, like most of his trade, had acquired a stooping attitude, and a dark, saffron hue of complexion. His close-cut greasy black hair suited admirably a set of strong, massive, iron features.
第 214 頁 - ... these all reached me through the bars of the cell, and together with the horrors that I had really witnessed, were more than enough to keep me in no enviable condition. Jean was discovered in the grey of the morning, crouching under one of the trees in the Green — and being led immediately before the magistrates, the poor trembling creature confirmed, by what she said, and by what she did not say, the terrible story which I had told. Some other witnesses having also appeared, who spoke to the...