 ... they insist upon having the complexion of their pot-herbs mended, even at the hazard of their lives. Perhaps, you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass half-pence, in order to improve their colour ; and yet nothing...  The expedition of Humphry Clinker - Pagina 134door Tobias Smollett - 1790Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | Tobias Smollett - 1793 - 268 pagina’s
...butcher' s-meat, and poultry, their cutlets, ragouts, fricaflees, and fauces of all kinds ; fo they iniift upon having the complexion of their pot-herbs mended,...without this improvement in the colour, they have no perlbnal merit. They are produced in an artificial foil, and tafte of nothing but the dunghills, from... | |
 | Tobias Smollett - 1796 - 560 pagina’s
...void of all tafte, nourifhment, and favour, that a man might dine as comfortably on a white fricaflee of kid-fkin gloves, or chip-hats from Leghorn. As...as much fuperior in flavour to thofe that are fold iii CoventGarden, as my heath mutton is to that of St. James's market, which, in fadl, is neither lamb... | |
 | Tobias George Smollett - 1820 - 280 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps, you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass half-pence, in order to improve their colour; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
 | 1820 - 280 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps, you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass half-pence, in order to improve their colour ; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
 | Tobias George Smollett - 1824 - 374 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass halfpence, in order to improve their colour ; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
 | Tobias George Smollett, Sir Walter Scott - 1835 - 558 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps, you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass half-pence, in order to improve their colour ; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dung-hills from... | |
 | Tobias Smollett, Thomas Roscoe - 1836 - 430 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps you will hardly believe they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass halfpence, in order to improve their colour ; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
 | William Gifford, Sir John Taylor Coleridge, John Gibson Lockhart, Whitwell Elwin, William Macpherson, William Smith, Sir John Murray (IV), Rowland Edmund Prothero (Baron Ernle), George Walter Prothero - 1859 - 750 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps you will hardly believe that they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass halfpence, in order to improve their colour ; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
 | 1859 - 578 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps you will hardly believe that they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass halfpence, in order to improve their colour ; and...without this improvement in the colour, they have no personal merit. They are produced in an artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
 | 1859 - 650 pagina’s
...their lives. Perhaps you will hardly believe that they can be so mad as to boil their greens with brass half-pence, in order to improve their colour; and...without this improvement in the colour they have no personal merit. They are produced in nn artificial soil, and taste of nothing but the dunghills from... | |
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