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The manager was tried, was condemned, acknowledged his guilt and was hanged. The story is told in Household Words, where Sir Frederick Forbes is said to have acted as judge. No date is given. In Botany Bay, the legend is narrated by Mr. John Lang, who was in Sydney in 1842. He gives no date of the occurrence, and clearly embellishes the tale. In 1835, however, the story is told by Mr.
"Hugh, I do believe you will succeed in your undertaking, and that Nick Lang is already firmly planted on the right path!" exclaimed the old lady, with considerable warmth, when the story had been brought up to date, bringing in an account of Hugh's most recent talk with the former terror of the town.
Max Muller say if he read the words of Professor Enrico Morselli, 'Lang gives no quarter to his adversaries, who, for the rest, have long been reduced to silence'? The Right Hon. Professor also smiles, no doubt. We both smile. Solvuntur risu tabulae. A Dutch Defender
The only thing is that ye'll hev to tak' sure aim, for there's more room for them to stray, an' ye may chance to git only a lang shot." "Well, then, it is not the place for me, for I am a poor shot," said Barret; "besides, I have a fancy to stay here, where I am. You say it is a very good spot, Ivor, I understand?"
Only a sip, Lieutenant." With the eyes of the entire party on him, Hippy dared not take more than enough water to moisten his throat. Grace then took the canteen from him, passing it to Emma. "The same holds good for you, Emma," she said, "Take a sip and pass it along. What water is there may have to be our only supply all the rest of the afternoon." "That's right, Mrs. Gray," spoke up Hi Lang.
The truly glorious gossips of literature, like Mr Augustine Birrell and Mr Andrew Lang, never tire of collecting all the glimpses and anecdotes and sermons and side-lights and sticks and straws which will go to make a Brontë museum. They are the most personally discussed of all Victorian authors, and the limelight of biography has left few darkened corners in the dark old Yorkshire house.
This was the first time that the great defile twenty-eight miles in length had ever been forced by arms. Timur Lang and Nadir Shah, at the head of their enormous hosts, bought a safe passage through it from the Afridis. Akbar the Great, in 1587, is said to have lost forty thousand men in attempting to force it, and Aurangzeb failed to get through.
It's only 'at he's busy cleanin' oot yer puir horse' hivs 'at hedisna p'y his respec's to ye. But he'll be blythe eneuch!" "I thought you said he was a lord!" remarked the lady. "Na, I saidna that, mem. He's nae lord. But he's a laird, an' some lairds is better nor 'maist ony lords an' HE'S Warlock o' Glenwarlock at least he wull be an' may it be lang or come the day."
But he was gane, and the lady carried it in ower and out-ower wi' her son, and garr'd him trow the thing he never suld hae trowed, and do the thing he has repented a' his life, and will repent still, were his life as lang as this lang and wearisome ane o' mine."
As I sat smoking, alone, yesterday, And lazily leaning back in my chair, Enjoying myself in a general way Allowing my thoughts a holiday From weariness, toil and care, My fancies doubtless, for ventilation Left ajar the gates of my mind, And Memory, seeing the situation Slipped out in the street of "Auld Lang Syne"
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