A bran new wark, by William de Worfat, containing a true calendar of his thoughts concerning good nebberhoodW. Pennington, 1785 - 222 pages |
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Page 37 - My father was a yeoman, and had no lands of his own, only he had a farm of three or four pound by year at the uttermost, and hereupon he tilled so much as kept half a dozen men. He had walk for a hundred sheep; and my mother milked thirty kine.
Page 9 - ... being liberally rewarded in the service of their prince, bestowed it as liberally for the good of their country. Some men thought therefore, that Dr. Medcalfe* was partial to northern men: but sure I am of this, that northern men were partial in doing more good, and giving more lands to the furtherance of learning, than any other country men in those days did : which deed should have been rather an example of goodness for others to follow, than matter of malice for any to envy, as some there...
Page 30 - Scarcely did a rag cover her 3'* 1 naakedness. She stoup'd and drop'da poak and thus began with a whining tone. Deary me ! deary me ! forgive me good Sir, but this yance, I'll steal naa maar. This seek is elding to keep us fra starving. My mother, my brothers and sisters, and my aid neam, 345 0 deary me ! Whilst she spaake [these words, her knocking knees, and diddering teeth melted my heart. Ah ! said I to mysell, did net king David, when hungred, eat the holy bread? Did...
Page 1 - I grant it that ya drop of alligar may be an ocean to sic tiny inhabitants ; but when yan comes ashore 'twill be time enough to study his shap'."— A Plain Address, written in the provincial dialect of the barony of Kendal.
Page 15 - He that dwelleth in a city where there is a synagogue and prayeth not there with the congregation, this is he that is called a bad neighbour,
Page 9 - ... more. Speaking of the donors, he says all these givers were almost northern men. Some men thought that Dr. Medcalf was partial to northern men, but sure I am that northern men were partial in doing good, and giving more lands to the furtherance of learning than any other country men in those days did. trace them to have gone out from us. They did not conceal their 60 aras, they cou'd not their faces.1 But see ! another form peers forward, he holds the gospel in his right hand, a crucible in his...
Page 29 - ... em, but he findeth it a barren cow, and the poor man is deceived. The other is a jolly fellow, and called one that can shift ; sic folks can speak soa finely that a man would think butter would scant melt in their mouths.
Page 26 - ... hawivver to aur fellow creatures than formerly, and yet net tender enough. Times hev thar vices as weel as diseases. 275 Inhumanity lessens, and before the end I expect parfect good nebbourhood ; my reason is, folks dunnet burn their barns to please that cruel devil Molock ; ner drag their prisoners at chariot wheels ; ner throw them to be worried by lions and tigers ; ner feed their eels with em. Religion or wrang conceptions abaut it dunnet make 280 folks leeve in caves and holes of the rocks...
Page 30 - ... twinkled and the setting moon cast gigantic shadows. I was stalking hameward across Blackwatermosses, and whistling as I tramp'd for want of thought, when a noise struck my ear, like the crumpling of frosty murgeon ; it made me stop short, and I thought I saw a strange form before me : It 335 vanished behint a windraw ; and again thare was nought in view but dreary dykes, and dusky ling. An awful silence reigned araund ; this was sean brokken by a skirling hullet ; sure niwer did hullet, herrensue,...
Page 18 - Supposed to mean, hoc est corpus. ' I shall here briefly remark, that our Lord's legacy to us was this, my peace I give unto you., my peace I leave with you. " He therefore who fosters within his breast, malice, envy, or an unforgiving temper, is in a very dangerous state with respect to salvation. Heaven can have no relish without love. To meet there, if possible, a person we have not lov'd, and from the bottom of our hearts forgiven, would distract...