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Titel: Engelsch leesboek voor eerstbeginnenden, benevens een woordenboekje
Auteur: Gedike, Friedrich
Uitgave: Deventer: J. de Lange, 1853
6e verb. dr
Opmerking: Vert. van: Englisches Lesebuch für Anfänger, nebst Wörterbuch und Sprachlehre. - 1795
Auteursrechten: Zie auteursrechten
Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 4089
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_200629
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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take notice of a little white straw that he carries
in his mouth? That straw, you must understand,
he would not part with for the longest tract about
the mole-hill. Did you but know what he has
undergone to purchase it? See how the ants of
all qualities and conditions swarm about him!
Should this straw drop out of his mouth, you
would sec all this numerous circle of attendants
follow the next that took 2) it up, and leave the
discarded insect, or run over his back to come
at his successor.
If no sv you have a mind to see all the ladies
of the mole-hill, observe first the pismire that
listens to the emmet on her left hand, at the
same time that she seems to turn away her head
from him. He tells this poor insect that she is
a goddess; that her eyes are brighter than the
sun, that life and death are at her disposal. She
believes him, and gives herself a thousand little
airs upon it. Mark the vanity of the pismire on
your left hand. She can scarce crawl with age;
but you must know she values herself upon her
birth, and spurns at every one that comes within
her reach. The little nimble coquette, that is
running along by the side of her, is a wit. She
has broken many a pismire's heart. Do but ob-
serve what a drove of lovers are running after
her.
We will hbre finish this imaginary scene; but
will suppose, if you please, that death comes
down upon the mole-hill, in the shape of a cock-
sparrow, who picks up, without distinction,
the pismire of quality and his flatterers, the
pismire of substance and his day-labourers, the
white-straw Olficer and his sycophants, with
all the goddesses, wits, and beauties of the
mole-hill.
May we not imagine that beings of superior
natures and perfections regard all the instances of
pride and vanity, among our own spccies, in the