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The ancient Greek Philosophers, the Buddhist missionaries, the Northern invaders, the Roman laws and Roman roads, the inventions of printing, of steam, and of railways, the learning of the Arabs, the discoveries of Copernicus, Galileo, Newton, Herschel, Hunter, Laplace, Bacon, Descartes, Spencer, Columbus, Karl Marx, Adam Smith; the reforms and heroisms and artistic genius of Wilberforce, Howard, King Asoka, Washington, Stephen Langton, Oliver Cromwell, Sir Thomas More, Rabelais, and Shakespeare; the wars and travels and commerce of eighteen hundred years, the Dutch Republic, the French Revolution, and the Jameson Raid have had nothing to do with the growth of civilisation in Europe and America.

Cunning indeed the man could be, for his short ends; but his shrewdness began and ended in a trick of talking, and in the conduct of life he trimmed sail to his appetites. For he belonged to the tribe to whom a patron never comes amiss. He and Langton took an easy malicious delight, over their wine, in shocking Mr. Silk with their free thought and seeing how "the dog swallowed it."

We're at the Angleterre, and its tremendously respectable." She laughed, her gravity vanishing in a minute. "I must say," she said, "that I'd love to see you anywhere really respectable. He's a terrible person for a padre don't you think so, Captain Langton?" "Terrible," said Langton. "But really the Angleterre is quite proper. You don't get any too bad a dinner, either. Do come, Miss Gamelyn."

But now, kind and gracious Lady, I will say this word to thee: I marvel that thou askest so many things concerning the city of Langton on Holm, where I was born, and where are my kindred yet; for meseemeth that thou knowest it thyself." "I know it, I?" said the Lady. "What, then! thou knowest it not?" said Walter.

Langton has another wench . Mrs. Thrale is in hopes of a young brewer . They got by their trade last year a very large sum , and their expenses are proportionate. 'Mrs. Williams's health is very bad. And I have had for some time a very difficult and laborious respiration; but I am better by purges, abstinence, and other methods. I am yet, however, much behind hand in my health and rest. 'Dr.

Langton, from perusing the writings of Johnson, expected to find him a decent, well dressed, in short a remarkably decorous philosopher. Instead of which, down from his bed chamber about noon, came, as newly risen, a large uncouth figure, with a little dark wig which scarcely covered his head, and his clothes hanging loose about him.

Nay, you may graze the ground when the trees are grown up; you cannot while they are young. BOSWELL. 'Is not a good garden a very common thing in England, Sir? JOHNSON. 'Not so common, Sir, as you imagine . In Lincolnshire there is hardly an orchard; in Staffordshire very little fruit. BOSWELL. 'Has Langton no orchard? JOHNSON. 'No, Sir. BOSWELL. 'How so, Sir? JOHNSON. 'Why, Sir, from the general negligence of the county.

Sir, he would bring home a grinding barrow, which you see in every street in London, and think that he had furnished a wonderful improvement ." 'When Lord Charles Hay , after his return from America, was preparing his defence to be offered to the Court-Martial which he had demanded, having heard Mr. Langton as high in expressions of admiration of Johnson, as he usually was, he requested that Dr.

I was to teach Civil and Scotch law ; Burke, politicks and eloquence; Garrick, the art of publick speaking; Langton was to be our Grecian , Colman our Latin professor ; Nugent to teach physick ; Lord Charlemont, modern history ; Beauclerk, natural philosophy ; Vesey, Irish antiquities, or Celtick learning ; Jones, Oriental learning ; Goldsmith, poetry and ancient history; Chamier, commercial politicks ; Reynolds, painting, and the arts which have beauty for their object; Chambers, the law of England . Dr.

"Come on," he said, "let's go and post this and have a walk." Langton got up and looked at him curiously, as he sometimes did. "Peter," he said, "you're a weird blighter, but there's something damned gritty in you. You take life too strenuously. Why can't you saunter through it like I do?" Peter reached for this cap. "Come on," he said again, "and don't talk rot."