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When the measure of a yard and that of a foot are presented, the mind can no more question, that the first is longer than the second, than it can doubt of those principles, which are the most clear and self-evident. There are therefore three proportions, which the mind distinguishes in the general appearance of its objects, and calls by the names of greater, less and equal.
Grandmamma says a lady, however poor, should wear fine linen, even if she has only one new dress a year she calls the stuff worn by people here "sail-cloth"! So I stitch and stitch, summer and winter.
They says my father must be a king, for I wears such fashionable clothes, and puts on so many airs, but that I run away from home 'cause I wanted to boss my father and be king myself. So they calls me 'His Royal Highness."
Such name of Gills was entirely owing to my cheeks, or gills, which at that time of my life were of a raspy description. My lady stops me again, before I go any further, by laughing exactly in her old way and waving the feather of her pen at me. That action on her part, calls to my mind as I look at her hand with the rings on it Well! I won't! To be sure it will come in, in its own place.
Adversity, they say, softens some characters; but she must always have been good. And so religious, Sir, though so young! Well, God bless her! and that every one must say. My boy John, Sir, he is not eleven yet, come next August a 'cute boy, calls her the good lady: we now always call her so here. Come, John, that's right. You stay to dine here, Sir? Shall I put down a chicken?"
There was that restlessness in the air which seizes the cockney sometimes when a turn in the weather calls him into the open. After Mildred had cleared away the supper she went and stood at the window. The street noises came up to them, noises of people calling to one another, of the passing traffic, of a barrel-organ in the distance.
He ain't doin' nothin' since the jam came down," was his comment. "Isn't he with the M. & D. people?" asked Thorpe. "Nope. Quit." "How's that?" "'Count of Morrison. Morrison he comes up to run things some. He does. Tim he's getting the drive in shape, and he don't want to be bothered, but old Morrison he's as busy as hell beatin' tan-bark. Finally Tim, he calls him. "'Look here, Mr.
In short, notwithstanding the continued motion that agitates his frame, man does not appear to feel, when this motion acts in a convenient order; he does not perceive a state of health, but he discovers a state of grief or sickness; because, in the first, his brain does not receive too lively an impulse, whilst in the others, his nerves are contracted, shocked, and agitated, with violent, with disorderly motion: these communicating with his brain, give notice that some cause acts strongly upon them impels them in a manner that bears no analogy with their natural habit: this constitutes, in him, that peculiar mode of existing which he calls grief.
"She does not wear black, nor a cap, and I am almost sure that he has run away from her, and that is the reason she cannot use her own name." "Elfie!" "O, I thought you knew! She calls herself Mrs. Harte. She took my passage in that name, and that must be why my things have never come.
Grayson took her small, white hands tenderly, and, pressing a warm kiss on her lips, said in a kind, winning tone: "What is your name, my dear?" "Lillian, ma'am; but sister calls me Lilly." "Who is 'sister' little Claudia here?" "Oh, no; sister Beulah." And the soft blue eyes turned lovingly toward that gentle sister. "Good Heavens, Alfred; how totally unlike!
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