Tag Archives: Gleanings

Gleanings From The Past #55

The Sword and the Pen The sword of the warrior was taken down for the purpose of being polished. It had not been long out of use. The rust was rubbed off, but there were spots that would not go; … Continue reading

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Gleanings From The Past #54

Not Lost in Translation A ludicrous story is told of a great naval function which took place during the reign of the last Napoleon and the Empress Eugénie. Several American vessels were present, and they were drawn up in line … Continue reading

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Gleanings From The Past #53

Debt Small debts are like small shot; they are rattling on every side, and can scarcely be escaped without a wound: great debts are like cannon; of loud noise, but little danger. — Samuel Johnson, extract from a letter to Joseph … Continue reading

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Gleanings From The Past #52

Pictures I wish nine-tenths of the pictures that have been painted had never been preserved; it is such a nuisance having to go and see them. Ellesmere, in Arthur Helps, Friends in Council, 1854 Wit There is an association in … Continue reading

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Gleanings From The Past #51

Prediction Imagine the theatre of the future. […] [T]he masses will no doubt go to the theatre much as they do now. Only instead of seeing a company of actors and actresses, more or less mediocre, engaged in the degrading … Continue reading

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Gleanings From The Past #50

Some Poem Extracts Children dear, was it yesterday We heard the sweet bells over the bay? In the caverns where we lay, Through the surf and through the swell, The far-off sound of a silver bell? Sand-strewn caverns, cool and … Continue reading

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Gleanings From The Past #49

Procrastination To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace, from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time! And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. — William Shakespeare, Macbeth, Act 5, … Continue reading

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