The New Monthly Magazine, and Literary Journal, 6 tomas1823 |
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... better , for in no event can they be slided into a bill of costs , the counsellor's bursts of jovial and familiar humour , or , when he touches on a sadder strain , his prophetic assurances that the hour of Ireland's redemption is at ...
... better , for in no event can they be slided into a bill of costs , the counsellor's bursts of jovial and familiar humour , or , when he touches on a sadder strain , his prophetic assurances that the hour of Ireland's redemption is at ...
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... better for himself and his clients , an admirably practical one . He is a thorough adept in all the complicated and fantastic forms with which Justice , like a Chinese monarch , insists that her votaries shall approach her . A suitor ...
... better for himself and his clients , an admirably practical one . He is a thorough adept in all the complicated and fantastic forms with which Justice , like a Chinese monarch , insists that her votaries shall approach her . A suitor ...
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... better drilled . But O'Connell has by temperament a disdain of every thing that is methodical and sedate . You can see this running through his whole deportment in Court . I never knew a learned personage who resorted so little to the ...
... better drilled . But O'Connell has by temperament a disdain of every thing that is methodical and sedate . You can see this running through his whole deportment in Court . I never knew a learned personage who resorted so little to the ...
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... better than cure . " - " Do you remember , " replied E- " what the same Dr. Johnson said to Boswell- My dear Sir , clear your mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy ...
... better than cure . " - " Do you remember , " replied E- " what the same Dr. Johnson said to Boswell- My dear Sir , clear your mind of cant ; ' I do not ask you to play ; but you must have often read , when you were a good little boy ...
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... better portion of the better class of English society . I say " better por- tion , " because Lord Chesterfield observes that " people of the first quality can be as silly , ill - bred , and worthless , as people of meaner degree ; " and ...
... better portion of the better class of English society . I say " better por- tion , " because Lord Chesterfield observes that " people of the first quality can be as silly , ill - bred , and worthless , as people of meaner degree ; " and ...
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