The Year Book of Daily Recreation and Information: Concerning Remarkable Men and Manners, Times and Seasons, Solemnities and Merry-makings, Antiquities and Novelties on the Plan of the Every-day Book and Table Book ...T. Tegg, 1841 - Всего страниц: 2 |
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... poor women's hands ? How often - times stayed she her chariot , when she saw any simple body offer to speak to her grace ? A branch of rosemary , given to her grace , with a supplication by a poor woman , about Fleet Bridge , was seen ...
... poor women's hands ? How often - times stayed she her chariot , when she saw any simple body offer to speak to her grace ? A branch of rosemary , given to her grace , with a supplication by a poor woman , about Fleet Bridge , was seen ...
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... poor , who went to consult him respect- ing their health . At ninety he rapidly de- cayed , and expired at the age of ninety - two , after an illness of only three days . Sir Hans Sloane's manners were courte- ous , his disposition was ...
... poor , who went to consult him respect- ing their health . At ninety he rapidly de- cayed , and expired at the age of ninety - two , after an illness of only three days . Sir Hans Sloane's manners were courte- ous , his disposition was ...
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... poor children , in Manchester , at school , from about six till fourteen years of age , when they are to be bound out ap- prentices . They must be of poor but honest married parents , not diseased at the time wherein they are chosen ...
... poor children , in Manchester , at school , from about six till fourteen years of age , when they are to be bound out ap- prentices . They must be of poor but honest married parents , not diseased at the time wherein they are chosen ...
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... poor gen- which lay on her mind . " Do not you tleman whose ghost has been so much talked of ? I was his nurse . The night he died I left the room for something I wanted - I am sure I had not been ab- sent long ; but , at my return , I ...
... poor gen- which lay on her mind . " Do not you tleman whose ghost has been so much talked of ? I was his nurse . The night he died I left the room for something I wanted - I am sure I had not been ab- sent long ; but , at my return , I ...
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... poor little soul walk with us to - day . Nothing worse for child- ren than coddling . Nothing better for chilblains than exercise . Besides , I don't believe she has any ; and , as to breaking her bones in sliding , I don't suppose ...
... poor little soul walk with us to - day . Nothing worse for child- ren than coddling . Nothing better for chilblains than exercise . Besides , I don't believe she has any ; and , as to breaking her bones in sliding , I don't suppose ...
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