The Life of William Cobbett: Dedicated to His Sons

Carey, 1835 - 216 pagina's

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Pagina 162 - A little more sleep, a little more slumber, a little more folding of the hands to sleep.
Pagina 126 - Tub, which I carried about with me wherever I went ; and when I, at about twenty years old, lost it in a box that fell overboard in the Bay of Fundy, in North America, the loss gave me greater pain than I have ever felt at losing thousands of pounds.
Pagina 184 - This was the spot where I was receiving my education ; and this was the sort of education ; and I am perfectly satisfied that if I had not received such an education, or something very much like it ; that, if I had been brought up a milksop, with a nursery-maid everlastingly at my heels ; I should have been at this day as great a fool, as inefficient a mortal, as any of those frivolous idiots that are turned out from Winchester and Westminster School, or from any of those dens of dunces called colleges...
Pagina 25 - I had learned before the death of my father and mother. There is a hill not far from the town, called Crooksbury Hill, which rises up out of a flat in the form of a cone, and is planted with Scotch fir-trees.
Pagina 24 - Hoeing pease followed ; and hence I arrived at the honour of joining the reapers in harvest, driving the team, and holding the plough. We were all of us strong and laborious ; and my father used to boast that he had four boys, the eldest of whom was but fifteen years old, who did as much work as any three men in the parish of Farnham.
Pagina 125 - I had always been fond of beautiful gardens ; and a gardener, who had just come from the king's gardens at Kew, gave such a description of them as made me instantly resolve to work in these gardens. The next morning, without saying a word to any one...
Pagina 185 - PEOPLE have about as substantial an idea of Cobbett as they have of Cribb. His blows are as hard, and he himself is as impenetrable. One has no notion of him as making use of a fine pen, but a great mutton-fist; his style stuns his readers, and he 'filips the ear of the public with a three-man beetle.' He is too much for any single newspaper antagonist, 'lays waste' a city orator or Member of Parliament, and bears hard upon the Government itself.
Pagina 39 - To this, more than to any other thing, I owed my very extraordinary promotion in the . army. I was always ready : if I had to mount guard at ten, I was ready at nine : never did any man, or any thing, wait one moment for me. Being, at an age under twenty years, raised from Corporal to...
Pagina 45 - It was now dead winter, and, of course, the snow several feet deep on the ground, and the weather piercing cold. It was my habit, when I had done my morning's writing, to go out at break of day to take a walk on a hill at the foot of which our barracks lay. In about three mornings after I had first seen her, I had, by an invitation to breakfast with me, got up two young men to join me in my walk ; and our road lay by the house of her father and mother. It was hardly light, but she was out on the...
Pagina 168 - What need had we of schools ? What need of teachers ? What need of scolding and force, to induce children to read, write, and love books ? What need of cards, dice, or of any games, to "kill time," but, in fact, to implant in the infant heart a love of gaming, one of the most destructive of all human vices? We did not want to " kill time"; we were always busy, wet weather or dry weather, winter or summer.

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