The Man of Feeling

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J.M. Dent, 1893 - Benevolence - 156 pages
 

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Page 153 - Lear. The little dogs and all, Tray, Blanch, and Sweet-heart, see, they bark at me.
Page 45 - because,' said he, ' I think it an inhuman practice to expose the greatest misery with which our nature is afflicted to every idle visitant who can afford a trifling perquisite to the keeper, especially as it is a distress which the humane must see with the painful reflection that it is not in their power to alleviate it.
Page 118 - ... you may remember stood on the left side of the yard ; he was wont to bask in the sun there; when he had reached that spot, he stopped ; we went on ; I called to him, he wagged his tail, but did not stir: I called again, he lay down : I whistled, and cried Trusty ; he gave a short howl, and died ! I could have lain down and died too, but God gave me strengtli to live for my children.
Page 120 - ... battery. His fine was hard upon us to pay ; we contrived however to live the worse for it, and make up the loss by our frugality: but the justice was not content with that punishment, and soon after had an opportunity of punishing us indeed.
Page 137 - Harley's family as valet, butler, and gardener, had orders to furnish him with parcels of the different seeds he chose to sow in it. I have seen his master at work in this little spot, with his coat off, and his dibble in his hand : it was a scene of tranquil virtue to have stopped an angel on his errands of mercy ! Harley had contrived to lead a little bubbling brook through a green walk in the middle of the ground, upon which he had erected a mill in miniature for the diversion of Edwards...
Page 174 - He seized her hand — a languid colour reddened his cheek — a smile brightened faintly in his eye. As he gazed on her, it grew dim, it fixed, it closed — He sighed and fell back on his seat — Miss Walton screamed at the sight — His aunt and...
Page xiii - I found it a bundle of little episodes, put together without art, and of no importance on the whole, with something of nature, and little else in them.
Page 176 - ... a second time : I could observe his lips move as he looked ; but the voice they would have uttered was lost. He attempted going again ; and a third time he returned as before. I saw him wipe his cheek ; then, covering his face with his hands, his breast heaving with the most convulsive throbs, he flung out of the room.
Page 127 - Edwards, said he, let me hold thee to my bosom ; let me imprint the virtue of thy sufferings on my soul. Come, my honoured veteran ! let me endeavour to soften the last days of a life worn out in the service of humanity : call me also thy son, and let me cherish thee as a father.
Page 173 - He sighed as he spoke these last words. He had scarcely finished them, when the door opened, and his aunt appeared, leading in Miss Walton. " My dear," says she, " here is Miss Walton, who has been so kind as to come and inquire for you herself.

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