The History of Matthew WaldE. Duyckinck, Collins & Hannay, 1824 - 382 páginas |
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Página 214 - The blackbird amid leafy trees, The lark above the hill, Let loose their carols when they please, Are quiet when they will. With Nature never do they wage A foolish strife ; they see A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free.
Página 1 - WE talked with open heart, and tongue Affectionate and true, A pair of friends, though I was young, And Matthew seventy-two. We lay beneath a spreading oak, Beside a mossy seat; And from the turf a fountain broke, And gurgled at our feet. 'Now, Matthew...
Página 123 - Indeed he always continued to speak quite gravely of his ' trespass,' his ' backsliding,' his ' sore temptation !' I was present also with him during the final scene. His irons had been knocked off ere I entered the cell; and clothed as he was in a most respectable suit of black, and with that fixed and imperturbable solemnity of air and aspect, upon my conscience, I think it would have been a difficult matter for any stranger to pick out the murderer among the group of clergymen that surrounded...
Página 119 - ... rushed on to the door from below which it was oozing. I tried the handle, and found it was locked — and spurned it off its hinges with one kick of my foot. The instant the timber gave way, the black tide rolled out as if a dam had been breaking up, and I heard my feet plash in the abomination as I advanced. What a sight within ! The man was lying all his length on the floor ; his throat absolutely severed to the spine. The whole blood of the body had run out. The table, with a pewter pot or...
Página 123 - Never was such a specimen of that insane pride. The very agony of this man's humiliation had a spice of holy exultation in it; there was in the most penitent of his lugubrious glances still something that said or seemed to say — ' Abuse me — spurn me as you will — I loathe myself also ; but this deed is Satan's.
Página 119 - ... pewter pot or two, and a bottle upon it, stood close beside him, and two chairs, one half-tumbled down and supported against the other. I rushed instantly out of the house, and cried out, in a tone that brought the whole neighbourhood about me. They entered the house — Jean had disappeared — there was nothing in it but the corpse and the blood, which had already found its way to the outer staircase, making the whole floor one puddle. — There was such a clamour of surprise and horror for...
Página 118 - Cameronian, indeed ; and every thing about his manners spoke the world-despising pride of his sect. His wife was a quiet, good body, and seemed to live in perpetual adoration of her stern cobbler. I had the strictest confidence in their probity, and would no more have thought of locking my chest ere I went out, than if I had been under the roof of an Apostle. One evening I came home, as usual, from my tutorial trudge, and entered the kitchen (where they commonly sat) to warm my hands at the fire,...
Página 118 - I had the strictest confidence in their probity, and would no more have thought of locking my chest ere I went out, than if I had been under the roof of an apostle. One evening I came home, as usual, from my tutorial trudge, and entered the kitchen, where they commonly sat, to warm my hands at the fire, and get my candle lighted. Jean was by herself at the fireside, and I sat down beside her for a minute or two. I heard voices in the inner room, and easily recognized the hoarse grunt which John M'Ewan...
Página 123 - He had once been right, and he could not be wrong ; — he had been permitted to make a sore stumble !' — This was his utmost concession. What a noble set of nerves had been thrown away here ! — He was led...
Página 204 - But now you were softening. Come hither, Matthew. — Oh ! try if you can weep." I drew out my sword from below the cloak — I held out the red blade before me — the drops had not all baked yet — one or two fell upon the floor. " Speak, Matthew ! what is this ? — Speak ! — Ha ! God of Mercy ! there is blood upon that sword." " Ay, blood, my cousin — blood.