A sentimental journey through France and Italy, by mr. Yorick. [Followed by] Yorick's Sentimental journey continued, by Eugenius

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Seite 74 - I began to figure to myself the miseries of confinement. I was in a right frame for it, and so I gave full scope to my imagination. I was going to begin with the millions of my fellowcreatures born to no inheritance but slavery; but finding, however affecting the picture was, that I could not bring it near me, and that the multitude of sad groups in it did but distract me, I took a single captive, and having first shut him up in his dungeon, I then looked through the twilight of his grated door to...
Seite 116 - ... mere pomp of words! but that I feel some generous joys and generous cares beyond myself all comes from thee, great great SENSORIUM of the world! which vibrates, if a hair of our heads but falls upon the ground, in the remotest desert of thy creation...
Seite 28 - What a large volume of adventures may be grasped within this little span of life, by him who interests his heart in every thing, and who, having eyes to see what time and chance are perpetually holding out to him as he journeyeth on his way, misses nothing he can fairly lay his hands on...
Seite 28 - The learned SMELFUNGUS travelled from Boulogne to Paris from Paris to Rome and so on but he set out with the spleen and jaundice, and every object he pass'd by was discoloured or distorted He wrote an account of them, but 'twas nothing but the account of his miserable feelings.
Seite 39 - It had pleased heaven, he said, to bless him with three sons, the finest lads in all Germany; but having in one week lost two of the eldest of them by the small-pox, and the youngest falling ill of the same distemper, he was afraid of being bereft of them all; and made a vow, if Heaven would not take him from him also, he would go in gratitude to St lago in Spain.
Seite 39 - Every body who stood about, heard the poor fellow with concern La Fleur offered him money The mourner said, he did not want it it was not the value of the ass but the loss of him The ass...
Seite 72 - Make the most of it you can, said I to myself, the Bastile is but another word for a tower and a tower is but another word for a house you can't get out of Mercy on the gouty! for they are in it twice a year but with nine livres a day, and pen and ink and...
Seite 5 - 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.
Seite 39 - I'm sure thou hast been a merciful master to him. Alas! said the mourner, I thought so when he was alive ; but now that he is dead, I think otherwise. I fear the weight of myself and my afflictions together, have been too much for him, they have shortened the poor creature's days, and I fear I have them to answer for.
Seite 119 - ... to look up, I fancied I could distinguish an elevation of spirit different from that which is the cause or the effect of simple jollity. In a word, I thought I beheld Religion mixing in the...

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