The Library of fiction, or Family story-teller [ed. by C. Dickens]., Volume 2

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Charles Dickens
1837

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Page 107 - Consider the lilies of the field; they toil not, neither do they spin: yet Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.
Page 76 - Good name in man or woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls: Who steals my purse steals trash; 'tis something, nothing; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands; But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him And makes me poor indeed.
Page 1 - Lit-tle Jack Hor-ner sat in a cor-ner, Eat-ing a Christ-mas pie ; He put in his thumb, and he took out a plum, And said,
Page 131 - Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made: But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Page 130 - Joseph," said the father, with something like tears in his eyes, "Joseph, Heaven knows how soon I may be taken from you, and therefore I cannot too frequently check your preposterous extravagance. Truth, Joseph, truth is like gold ; a really wise man makes a little of it go a great way." To our mind, nothing can be finer, nothing more profound than this axiom. Truth is like gold ; for how often does a reckless use of it bring its utterer to beggary ! Let the fate of our hero be taken as an example....
Page 130 - Let not the veracious reader start at this dreary faith ; for the same author goes on to declare, that time at length legitimatises the baseborn, and removes the odium from its father. Thus, though the living martyr may be burned to cinders, it may so happen that the greatest veneration shall be paid to his ashes. Now — as we are given to understand from gentlemen of the learned profession, members of parliament...
Page 139 - VERT select party was congregated at the house of Mrs. Limetwig, to celebrate the birth-day of her daughter, the youngest of four, the fair Belinda ; who, at the time we write, had entered into her nineteenth year, and although she had no fortune — at least, what is vulgarly understood by the mercenary...
Page 144 - THIS will be a very short chapter ; but to the admirers o1 martyred worth, we trust a very grateful one. Lord Shaftesbury assures us, that no man of genius starves unknown ; his starvation, probably, helping to make him notorious. Even truth has, at last, its enduring reward. Lady had the most splendid collection of all that was
Page 141 - Limetwig for her daughter; and the favourite song — we forget its title and words, but its being very popular may account for that — was executed with incomparable power. "Your only unmarried daughter!" observed the banker's son, in a low voice, to Mrs. Limetwig. "All married, except my dear Belinda; and it would break my heart, I believe, to part with her. Yes, sir," said the mother, affected even by the probability of a separation, "Belinda, sir, is — is " "The last lot, gentlemen — the...
Page 136 - Marvedi, whiningly, wishing to be cheated. "Think so! why you're like an oak, Mr. Marvedi: a handful of winters is nothing to you. And your pulse" — Marvedi was about to twitch his wrist from the hand of the lecturer — "delightful ! " Marvedi held his wrist still; "so regular, so sound; the music of robust health. I have no doubt, at your age, Nestor had exactly the same pulse.

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