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I said I was a poor man, and poor men went into the navy; that I "knew" mathematics, which no army officer did; and I claimed Nelson for an exemplar, and spoke very highly of my outlook upon blue water. "He loved Lady Hamilton," I said, "although she was a lady and I will love you." We were somewhere near that when the egregious governess became audible, calling "Beeee-atrice! Beeee-e-atrice!"

He had always thought of the bishop as an exemplar of peace, but he had arrived almost on the tail of the riot. "I only reached town a short time ago," the visitor was smiling cheerfully, "and heard about the trouble. Now that I'm safely here, I'll only stay a minute." Clark shook his head. "You are very welcome, sir." The bishop nodded contentedly.

In a word, we consider Miss Barrett to be a woman of undoubted genius and most unusual learning; but that she has indulged her inclination for themes of sublime mystery, not certainly without displaying great power, yet at the expense of that clearness, truth, and proportion, which are essential to beauty; and has most unfortunately fallen into the trammels of a school or manner of writing, which, of all that ever existed Lycophron, Lucan, and Gongora not forgotten is most open to the charge of being vitiis imitabile exemplar.

We form our groups round certain selected Kinds, each of which serves as a sort of exemplar of its group.

"Humph, by all means," Adrian hastened to agree. "I have a sort of humphy feeling myself a sort of unsatisfied yearning, that is scarcely akin to pain, and resembles sorrow only as the mist resembles the rain. I think it may be imputed to inadequate nourishment. I think I will try some of that mortadella, if you 'll be so good as to pass it. Thank you. And another cup of coffee, with plenty of whipped cream on top, please. How cruel dairymaids must be, to whip such nice stuff as cream. But they 're cruel only to be kind, are n't they? cruel to the cream, to be kind to us, the dear creatures. If you 'd give up smoking and drinking, you 'd have a healthy appetite yourself. Come! Be comforted. Cast off this green and yellow melancholy. Take me for your exemplar. I too, when I first visited my ancestral home, I too was filled with horror and resentment. I entered it screaming, as I am credibly informed, kicking and screaming, protesting with all the passion of latent genius, with all the force of a brand-new pair of lungs. But I 've enjoyed it very well ever since. Ah, the strange tale of Man. Conceived in sin, brought forth in pain, to live and amuse himself in an impenetrable environment of mystery in an impenetrable fog. And never to see, of all things, his own face! To see the faces of others, to see the telescopic stars and the microscopic microbes, yet never to see his own face. And even the reflection, the shadow of it, which he can see in a looking-glass, even that he perforce sees

"Do you know that in the words of the same learned person whom I have cited a marvellous exemplar amid that fog-headed people vindictive persons live the life of witches, who as they are mischievous, so end they unfortunate." The blood left Claude's face. "What do you mean?" he muttered, finding his voice at last. "Who hates, burns. Who loves, burns also. But that is by the way." "Burns?"

O sir, said I, how much easier it was to me than if it had been so! That would have broken my heart quite! For then I should have deserved it all, and worse; and these reproaches, added to my own guilt, would have made me truly wretched! Lady Darnford, at whose right-hand I sat, kissed me with a kind of rapture, and called me a sweet exemplar for all my sex. Mr.

The pliocene mammals are like the existing ones, because such was the plan of creation; and we find rudimental organs and similarity of plan, because it has pleased the Creator to set before Himself a "divine exemplar or archetype," and to copy it in His works; and somewhat ill, those who hold this view imply, in some of them.

"What a glorious King would he appear!" said one, possibly the brilliant Alcibiades: "What a form of surpassing beauty!" said another, not unlikely the softer Crito. "Not so, my children," answered Socrates. "Kings and the beautiful are few, and the God, if he came on earth as an exemplar, would in shape and station be like the greater number."

To those who can imagine such a form as shall be the sure exponent of such a moral being, and such it must be, or it will be nothing, we leave the task of constructing this universal exemplar for multitudinous man.