| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Charles Lamb. (17751834) (continued) |
| | The very marrow of tradition s shown; And all that history, much that fiction weaves. |
| To the Editor of the Every-Day Book. |
| 5331 | | He might have proved a useful adjunct, if not an ornament to society. |
| Captain Starkey. |
| 5332 | | Neat, not gaudy. 1 |
| Letter to Wordsworth, 1806. |
| 5333 | | Martin, if dirt was trumps, what hands you would hold! |
| Lambs Suppers. |
| 5334 | | Returning to town in the stage-coach, which was filled with Mr. Gilmans guests, we stopped for a minute or two at Kentish Town. A woman asked the coachman, Are you full inside? Upon which Lamb put his head through the window and said, I am quite full inside; that last piece of pudding at Mr. Gilmans did the business for me. |
| Autobiographical Recollections. (Leslie.) |
| | | James Smith. (17751839) |
| | | 5335 | | No Drury Lane for you to-day. |
| Rejected Addresses. The Babys Début. |
| 5336 | I saw them go: one horse was blind, The tails of both hung down behind, Their shoes were on their feet. |
| Rejected Addresses. The Babys Début. |
| 5337 | | Lax in their gaiters, laxer in their gait. |
| The Theatre. |
| | | William Pitt. (d. 1840) |
| | | 5338 | A strong nor-wester s blowing, Bill! Hark! dont ye hear it roar now? Lord help em, how I pities them Unhappy folks on shore now! |
| The Sailors Consolation. |
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