The Beauties of Sterne; Including Many of His Letters and Sermons, All His Pathetic Tales, Humorous Descriptions, and Most Distinguished Observations on Life

G. Kearsley, J. Walker; Vernor and Hood; Lackington, Allen, and Company; T. Hurst; and Ogilvy and Son, 1799 - 324 pages

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Page 21 - I never in the longest march, said the Corporal, had so great a mind to my dinner, as I had to cry with him for company. What could be the matter with me, an...
Page 23 - I believe, an' please your Reverence,' said I, 'that when a soldier gets time to pray, he prays as heartily as a parson, though not with all his fuss and hypocrisy. ' " — " Thou shouldst not have said that, Trim," said my Uncle Toby, "for God only knows who is a hypocrite and who is not. At the great and general review of us all, Corporal, at the Day of Judgment (and not till then), it will be seen who have done their duties in this world and who have not; and we shall be advanced, Trim, accordingly.
Page 17 - Tis for a poor gentleman, — I think, of the army, said the landlord, who has been taken ill at my house four days ago, and has never held up his head since, or had a desire to taste...
Page 104 - I fear, forbidding in my look: I have his figure this moment before my eyes, and think there was that in it which deserved better.
Page 131 - As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a hopeless eye towards the door, then cast it down, shook his head, and went on with his work of affliction.
Page 32 - HAIL ye small sweet courtesies of life, for smooth do ye make the road of it! like grace and beauty which beget inclinations to love at first sight : 'tis ye who open this door and let the stranger in.
Page 26 - Thou art an excellent nurse thyself, Trim ; and what with thy care of him, and the old woman's, and his boy's, and mine together, we might recruit him again at once, and set him upon his legs. In a fortnight or three weeks, added my uncle Toby, smiling, he might march. He will never march, an...
Page 131 - I saw him pale and feverish ; in thirty years the western breeze had not once fanned his blood ; he had seen no sun, no moon, in all that time, nor had the voice of friend or kinsman breathed through his lattice ; his children — but here my heart began to bleed, and I was forced to go on with another part of the portrait.
Page 46 - I dare say, as soot" (for he had cast aside the stem), "and thou hast not a friend, perhaps, in all this world, that will give thee a macaroon.
Page 131 - ... nail he was etching another day of misery to add to the heap. As I darkened the little light he had, he lifted up a...

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