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
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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blue-eyed girl—and in the opposite corner was a super-annuated
crony, whona he addressed by the name of John Ange, and who,
I found, had been his companion from childliood. They had
played together in infancy, they had worked together in manhood;
they were now tottering about and gossiping away the evening of
life; and in a short time they will probably be buried together in
the neighbouring churchyard. It is not often that we see two
streams of existence running thus evenly and tranquilly side by
side; it is only in such quiet „ bosom scenes " of life that they are
to be met with.
There is no pleasanter country sound than that of a peal of vil-
lage bells, as they come vibrating through the air, giving token of
marriage and merriment; nor ever was that pleasant sound more
welcome than on this still foggy gloomy November morning, when
all nature stood as if at pause; the large drops hanging on the
thatch without falling; the sere leaves dangling on the trees; the
birds mute and motionless on the boughs; turkeys, children, geese
and pigs unnaturally silent; the whole world quiet and melancholy
as some of the enchanted places in the Arabian tales. That merry
peal seemed at once to break the spell, and to awaken sound, and
life, and motion. It had a peculiar welcome too, as stirring up one
of the most active passions in woman or in man, and rousing the
rational part of creation from the torpor induced by the season and
the weather at the thrilling touch of curiosity. Never was a com-
pleter puzzle. Nobody in our village had heard that a wedding
was expected; no unaccustomed conveyance, from a coach to a
wheel-barrow, had been observed passing up the vicarage lane; no
banns had been published in church—no marriage of gentility, that
is to say, of license, talked of, or thought of; none of our village
beaux had been seen, as village beaux are apt to be on such occa-
sions, smirking and fidgetty; none of our village belles ashamed and
shy. It was the prettiest puzzle that had occurred since Grace Ne-
ville's time; and, regardless of the weather, half the gossips of the
street—in other words, half the inhabitants—gathered together in