The Sketch-book of Geoffrey Crayon, Bind 2Carey, Lea & Blanchard, 1835 |
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... customs . As he lives at some distance from the main road , in rather a lonely part of the country , without any rival gentry near him , he has that most enviable of all blessings to an Englishman , an opportunity of indulg- ing the ...
... customs . As he lives at some distance from the main road , in rather a lonely part of the country , without any rival gentry near him , he has that most enviable of all blessings to an Englishman , an opportunity of indulg- ing the ...
Side 10
... custom ( 1 ) . ( I ) The Yule clog is a great log of wood , sometimes the root of a tree , brought into the house with great ceremony , on Christmas eve laid in the fire - place , and lighted with the brand of last year's clog . While ...
... custom ( 1 ) . ( I ) The Yule clog is a great log of wood , sometimes the root of a tree , brought into the house with great ceremony , on Christmas eve laid in the fire - place , and lighted with the brand of last year's clog . While ...
Side 15
... custom of shaking hands . As I passed through the hall , on my way to my chamber , the dying emblems of the yule clog still sent forth a dusky glow , and had it not been the season when " no spirit dares stir CHRISTMAS EVE , 15.
... custom of shaking hands . As I passed through the hall , on my way to my chamber , the dying emblems of the yule clog still sent forth a dusky glow , and had it not been the season when " no spirit dares stir CHRISTMAS EVE , 15.
Side 18
... custom , which would have given almost an appearance of summer ; but the morning was extremely frosty ; the light vapour of the preceding eve- ning had been precipitated by the cold , and covered all the trees and every blade of grass ...
... custom , which would have given almost an appearance of summer ; but the morning was extremely frosty ; the light vapour of the preceding eve- ning had been precipitated by the cold , and covered all the trees and every blade of grass ...
Side 19
... custom is falling into neglect ; for the dullest observer must be sensible of the order and se- renity prevalent in those households , where the occasio- nal exercise of a beautiful form of worship in the morning gives , as it were ...
... custom is falling into neglect ; for the dullest observer must be sensible of the order and se- renity prevalent in those households , where the occasio- nal exercise of a beautiful form of worship in the morning gives , as it were ...
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Side 83 - I appeal to any white man to say, if ever he entered Logan's cabin hungry, and he gave him not meat; if ever he came cold and naked, and he clothed him not. During the course of the last long and bloody war, Logan remained idle in his cabin, an advocate for peace. Such was my love for the whites, that my countrymen pointed as they passed, and said, 'Logan is the friend of white men.
Side 33 - Just in this nick the cook knock'd thrice, And all the waiters in a trice His summons did obey ; Each serving man, with dish in hand, March'd boldly up, like our...
Side 14 - Since ghost there is none to affright thee. Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the moon does slumber? The stars of the night Will lend thee their light, Like tapers clear without number.
Side 68 - Good friend, for Jesus' sake forbear To dig the dust enclosed here ; Blessed be he that spares these stones, And curst be he that moves my bones.
Side 149 - The fire-flies, too, which sparkled most vividly in the darkest places, now and then startled him, as one of uncommon brightness would stream across his path; and if, by chance, a huge blockhead of a beetle came winging his blundering flight against him, the poor varlet was ready to give up the ghost, with the idea that he was struck with a witch's token. His only resource on such occasions, either to drown thought, or drive away evil spirits, was to sing...
Side 173 - Ripper now began to feel some uneasiness about the fate of poor Ichabod and his saddle. An inquiry was set on foot, and after diligent investigation they came upon his traces. In one part of the road leading to the church was found the saddle, trampled in the dirt ; the tracks of horses...
Side 163 - I want breath and time to discuss this banquet as it deserves, and am too eager to get on with my story. Happily, Ichabod Crane was not in so great a hurry as his historian, but did ample justice to every dainty.
Side 172 - ... to the left. This road leads through a sandy hollow, shaded by trees for about a quarter of a mile, where it crosses the bridge famous in goblin story, and just beyond swells the green knoll on which stands the whitewashed church.
Side 153 - ... carved out the future sleek side of bacon, and juicy relishing ham; not a turkey but he beheld daintily trussed up, with its gizzard under its wing, and, peradventure, a necklace of savory sausages; and even bright chanticleer himself lay sprawling on his back, in a sidedish, with uplifted claws, as if craving that quarter which his chivalrous spirit disdained to ask while living.
Side 166 - The tale was told of old Brouwer, a most heretical disbeliever in ghosts, how he met the Horseman returning from his foray into Sleepy Hollow, and was obliged to get up behind him ; how they galloped over bush and brake, over hill and swamp, until they reached the bridge ; when the Horseman suddenly turned into a skeleton, threw old Brouwer into the brook, and sprang away over the tree-tops with a clap of thunder.