The Old Farmer and His Almanack: Being Some Observations on Life and Manners in New England a Hundred Years Ago, Suggested by Reading the Earlier Numbers of Mr. Robert B. Thomas's Farmer's Almanack, Together with Extracts Curious, Instructive, and Entertaining, as Well as a Variety of Miscellaneous Matter
Harvard University Press, 1904 - (Old) farmer's almanack, calculated on a new and improved plan - 403 pages
Being some observations on life and manners in New England a hundred years ago, suggested by reading the earlier numbers of Mr. Robert. B. Thomas's Farmer's almanack, together with extracts curious, instructive, and entertaining, as well as a variety of miscellaneous matter.
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Page 227 - God, that men should put an enemy in their mouths to steal away their brains! that we should, with joy, pleasance, revel and applause, transform ourselves into beasts!
Page 152 - Doom'd o'er the world through devious paths to roam, Each clime my country, and each house my home, My soul is soothed, my cares have found an end, I greet my long lost, unforgotten friend. For thee through Paris, that corrupted town, How long in vain I wandered up and down, Where shameless Bacchus, with his drenching hoard, Cold from his cave usurps the morning board. London is lost in smoke and...
Page 97 - WITCH. Round about the cauldron go; In the poison'd entrails throw. Toad, that under cold stone Days and nights has thirty-one Swelter'd venom sleeping got, Boil thou first i
Page 152 - The days grow short; but though the falling sun To the glad swain proclaims his day's work done, Night's pleasing shades his various tasks prolong, And yield new subjects to my various song. For now, the corn-house...
Page 249 - Some such motive, we doubt not, moved one or two of our natural and experimental philosophers to get up the project of a railroad from Boston to Albany ; — a project, which every one knows, • — who knows the simplest rules in arithmetic, — to be impracticable but at an expense little less than the market value of the •whole territory of Massachusetts ; and which, if practicable, every person of common sense knows would be as useless as a railroad from Boston to the Moon.
Page 302 - I would smoke it? (a usual compliment now a days, among the saints and sinners), but this no way suited me. For though I had formerly used tobacco, yet I had left it ever since I was first taken. It seems to be a bait the devil lays to make men lose their precious time.
Page 227 - Most potent, grave, and reverend seigniors, My very noble and approved good masters, That I have ta'en away this old man's daughter, It is most true ; true, I have married her ; The very head and front of my offending Hath this extent, no more. Rude am I in my speech, And little blessed with the set phrase of peace; For since these arms of mine had seven years...
Page 131 - Ye sons of Columbia, who bravely have fought For those rights, which unstained from your sires had descended, May you long taste the blessings your valor has bought, And your sons reap the soil which their fathers defended.
Page 302 - It seems to be a bait the Devil lays to make men lose their precious time. I remember with shame how formerly, when I had taken two or three pipes, I was presently ready for another, such a bewitching thing it is: but I thank God, he has now given me power over it; surely there are many who may be better employed than to lie sucking a stinking tobacco-pipe.
Page 67 - ... whereupon the brow of the dead, which before was of a livid and carrion colour, began to have a dew, or gentle sweat, arise on it, which increased by degrees, till the sweat ran down in drops on the face ; the brow turned to a lively and fresh colour ; and the deceased opened one of her eyes, and shut it again, three several times ; she likewise thrust out the ring or marriage finger three times, and pulled it in again, and the finger dropped blood upon the grass.