The History of Matthew Wald

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W. Blackwood, 1824 - 382 頁

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第 366 頁 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. ' With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free : ' But we are press'd by heavy laws ; And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy, because We have been glad of yore.
第 366 頁 - The blackbird in the summer trees, The lark upon the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free...
第 203 頁 - ... pewter pot or two, and a bottle upon it, stood close beside him, and two chairs, one half-tumbled down and supported against the other. I rushed instantly out of the house, and cried out, in a tone that brought the whole neighbourhood about me. They entered the house — Jean had disappeared — there was nothing in it but the corpse and the blood, which had already found its way to the outer staircase, making the whole floor one puddle. — There was such a clamour of surprise and horror for...
第 211 頁 - ... horror — a huzza of mingled joy and triumph, and execration and laughter : — cats, rats, every filth of the pillory, showered about the gibbet. I was close by his elbow at that terrific moment, and I laid my finger on his wrist. As I live, there was never a calmer pulse in this world — slow, full, strong ; — I feel the iron beat of it at this moment. There happened to be a slight drizzle of rain at the moment; observing which, he turned round and said to the Magistrates, — ' Dinna come...
第 202 頁 - ... 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 of this, and talked on. A minute after, John came from the room, and shutting the door behind him, said, ' I'm going out for a moment, Jean ; Andrew's had ower muckle of the fleshers'...
第 210 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 206 頁 - Glasgow — when she was almost in articulo mortis, a stranger entered the house, to ask a drink of water — an oldish dark man, evidently much fatigued with walking. This man, finding in what great affliction the family was — this man, after drinking a cup of water, knelt down by the bedside, and prayed — a long, an awful, a terrible prayer. The people thought he must be some travelling field-preacher. He took the Bible into his hands — opened it as if he meant to read aloud — but shut...
第 208 頁 - I saw this singular fanatic tried. He would have pleaded guilty ; but, for excellent reasons, the Crown Advocate wished the whole evidence to be led. John had dressed himself with scrupulous accuracy in the very clothes he wore when he did the deed. The blood of the murdered man was still visible upon the sleeve of his blue coat. When any circumstance of peculiar atrocity was mentioned by a witness, he signified, by a solemn...
第 209 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 200 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.

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