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Titel: Hints and questions for the use of candidates, lower instruction English
Auteur: Hoog, W. de
Uitgave: Dordrecht: J.P. Revers, 1890 *
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Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4878
URL: http://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_200870
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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and escaped into the woods : „ the rest were left to tlie conquerors,
of which many were killed in the swamp, like sullen dogs who
would rather, in their self-willeduess and madness, sit still and be
shot through, or cut to pieces," than implore for mercy. When
the day broke upon this handful of forlorn but dauntless spirits,
the soldiers, we are told, entering the swamp, „ saw several heaps
of them sitting close together, upon whom they discharged their
pieces, laden with ten or twelve pistol bullets at a time, putting
the muzzles of the pieces under the boughs, within a few yards of
them; so as, besides those that were found dead, many more were
killed and sunk into the mire, and never were minded more by
friend or foe."
13.
There is something in the very season of the year that gives a
charm to the festivity of Christmas. At other times we derive a
great portion of our pleasures from the mere beauties of nature.
Our feelings sally forth and dissipate themselves over the sunny
landscape, and we „ live abroad and everywhere." The song of
the bird, the murmer of the stream, the breathing fragance of
spring, the soft voluptuousness of summer, the golden pomp of
autumn: earth with its mantle of refreshing green, and heaven with
its deep delicious blue and its cloudy magnificence, all fill us with
mute but exquisite delight, and we revel in the luxury of mere
sensation. But in the depth of winter, when nature lies despoiled
of every charm, and wrapped in her shroud of sheeted snow, we
turn for our gratifications to moral sources. The dreariness and
desolation of the landscape, the short gloomy days and darksome
nights, while they circumscribe our wanderings, shut in our feelings
also from rambling abroad, and make us more keenly disposed for
the pleasure of the social circle. Our thoughts ai-e more concen-
trated ; our friendly sympathies more aroused. We feel more sen-
sibly the charm of each other's society, and are brought more
closely together by dependence on each other for enjoyment. Heart
calleth unto heart; and we draw our pleasures from the deep wells
of lovingkindness which lie in the quiet recesses of our bosoms,