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Sida 262 - Good name in man and woman, dear my lord, Is the immediate jewel of their souls : Who steals my purse, steals trash ; 'tis something, nothing ; 'Twas mine, 'tis his, and has been slave to thousands : But he that filches from me my good name Robs me of that which not enriches him, And makes me poor indeed, Oth.
Sida 263 - RIVAL. By SYDNEY MOSTYN, Author of 'The Surgeon's Secret,' etc. 3 vols., 31s. 6d. " Essentially dramatic and absorbing We have nothing but unqualified praise for ' Kitty's Rival.'"— Public Opinion.
Sida 264 - PROTEGEE; or, Road, Rail, and •*• River. A Story in Three Books. By HENRY GEORGE CHURCHILL. Crown 8vo., (uniform with "The Mistress of Langdale Hall"), with 14 illustrations by WALLIS MACKAY. Post free, 4s. Second edition. " It is a lengthened and diversified farce, full of screaming fun and comic delineation — a reflection of Dickens, Mrs. Malaprop, and Mr. Boucicault, and dealing with various descriptions of social life. We have read and laughed, pooh-poohed, and read again, ashamed of our...
Sida 154 - She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be, Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me ; Oh ! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. But now her looks are coy and cold, To mine they ne'er reply, And yet I cease not to behold The love-light in her eye : Her very frowns are fairer far, Than smiles of other maidens are.
Sida 260 - She is a woman, therefore may be wooed ; She is a woman, therefore may be won." — TITUS ANDRONICUS, Act ii., Sc. I. "A welcome addition to the literature connected with the most picturesque of our dependencies."— A thenceum. " As a tale of adventure ' ' A Woman to be Won '' is entitled to decided commendation." — Graphic. "A more familiar sketch of station life in India .... has never been written '' — Nonconformist. "BARBARA'S WARNING. By the Author of
Sida 118 - I'll row you o'er the ferry." By this the storm grew loud apace, The water- wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven, each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armed men, Their trampling sounded nearer. "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, "Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.
Sida 265 - SOME OF OUR GIRLS. By Mrs. EILOART, Author of "The Curate's Discipline," "The Love that Lived," "Meg,

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