Hot Corn: Life Scenes in New York Illustrated. Including the Story of Little Katy, Madalina, the Rag-picker's Daughter, Wild Maggie, &c. With Original Designs, Engraved by N. Orr

De Witt and Davenport, Publishers, 1854 - 408 Seiten

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Seite 125 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions ? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Seite 125 - Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder. Thine eyes shall behold strange women, and thine heart shall utter perverse things...
Seite 179 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Seite 367 - I had three gold sovereigns that were my uncle's — he had more, a great deal more, when he died, but somebody must have taken it away — and that was all I had in the world besides their chests of clothes and things. And then he said, that it was very lucky for me that I had that, for he would have to pay half a guinea head-money for each...
Seite 59 - ... for the women to sew. That pile, there, that is the body; this, the sleeves; that, the collar; these, the wristbands; these, the gussets; here are six buttons, and here is the thread to make it, and then it will be a shirt when made. Now, we roll it up and tie a string around it; now it is ready to give out. Now, you can do that just as well as I can, and you don't know how much it will help me.' " 'Yes, I can, and I can beat you.
Seite 58 - Maggie,' said I, with all the tone and looks of kindness I could command, 'Maggie, my girl, come in; you can help me; I know you are smart. Come, I will give you sixpence if you will help me a little while.' She stepped into the door, looked behind it suspiciously, and started back. She remembered the trap. 'No, I won't. You want to catch me and send me to the Island. I know you, you old Protestant. Old Kate told me yesterday that you had sent off Liz Smith, Nance Hastings, and humpbacked Lize, and...
Seite 111 - the little sufferer we are going to see, fainted a few nights ago, and lay all night exposed to the rain, where she was found and beaten in the morning by her miserable mother, just then coming home from a night of debauch and licentiousness, with a man who would be ashamed to visit her in her habitation, or have 4 the world ' know that he consorted with a street wanderer.
Seite 334 - A true devoted pilgrim is not weary To measure kingdoms with his feeble steps; Much less shall she, that hath love's wings to fly; And when the flight is made to one so dear, Of such divine perfection, as sir Proteus.
Seite 59 - Yes, I can, and I can beat you.' "So she could. She was just as quick at work as she was at play and mischief, and the piles disappeared under her nimble fingers much more rapidly than they did under mine, and so I told her. Who had ever praised her work before, though all had 'her deviltry'?
Seite 258 - O God, is it possible!' she fell into my arms more dead than alive. ... I hope some day to have the pleasure of introducing you to Lady H . She is one of the best women in the world. She is an honour to her sex. Lady H intends writing to you. I saw her drift in a minute, coupling it with what was talked of. Modest Englishwomen do not so behave in public. But I saw also that this was the sure way to her hand on the helm with him. On that letter I might now endorse, "Here died all my hopes...

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