Titel: Engelsch leesboek voor eerstbeginnenden, benevens een woordenboekje
Auteur: Gedike, Friedrich
Uitgave: Deventer: J. de Lange, 1853
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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
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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estate back again with part of the money, employed
the rest in merchandising, and grew to bearicher
man than his father, or any of his progenitors,
1) to leave. 2) to lie. 3) to fall. 4) to spend, 5) to go,
6) to stand. 7) lo find. 8) lo sell. 9) to strike. 10) lo
take. 11) to gel. 12) lo grow. 13) to buy.
128. Weldadigheid van een' Arme.
An inhabitant of a village in the circle of Sua-
bia was reduced to the most extreme poverty.
For some days his family had subsisted only on
a little oatmeal; and this being exhausted, their
misery was extreme. A baker, to whom the fa-
ther owed nine crowns, refused with unrelenting
cruelty, to supply them with any bread more,
till this sum was paid 1).
The cries of his wretched babes, almost expi-
ring for want, and the tears of an affectionate
wife, pierced him with unutterable anguish.
I Dearest husband!" said the distracted mother,
r> shall we suffer these miserable infants to perish ?
Have we given them birth, only to behold
them die of hunger? See these poor victims,
the fruits of our love! Behold their cheeks
already covered with the paleness of death!
For me, — I expire with grief and misery.
Alas! could I but yet preserve their lives at
the expense of my own ! Run - - fly to the
next town, - — speak our distresses - - - let
not a false shame conceal them!---- Every
moment you lose, is a dagger to your dying
family. Perhaps heaven may yet be touched
by our miseries. You may find some good-
hearted person, Avho may yet relieve us." —
The unhappy father, covered with rags, and
more resembling a spectrc than a man, hastened
to the town. He entreated, he solicited, he
described his wretched situation, with that af-
fecting eloquence, which the bitterness of anguish
must inspire. In vain he implored compassion.