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Titel: Nieuw Engelsch lees-, leer- en vertaalboek voor eerstbeginnenden
Auteur: Lagerwey, J.; Ludolph, L.J.C.
Uitgave: Gorinchem: J. Noorduyn en zoon, 1863
5e, verb. dr.
Auteursrechten: Zie auteursrechten
Citeerinstructie: Bijzondere Collecties van de Universiteit van Amsterdam, UBM: Obr. 5818
URL: https://schoolmuseum.uba.uva.nl/bookid/LCSM_201183
Onderwerp: Taal- en letterkunde naar afzonderlijke talen: Engelse taalkunde
Trefwoord: Engels, Leermiddelen (vorm)
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tlie pedigrees, distinctions and titles that reign amongst
them! Observe how the whole swarm divide, and make
way for the pismire that passes through them! You must
understand he is an emmet of quality, and has better
blood in his veins than any pismire in the mole-hill.
Do you not see how sensible he is of it; how slow he
marches forward; how the whole rabble of ants keep their
distance? Here you may observe one placed upon a little
eminence, and looking down a long row of labourers. He
is the richest insect on this side of the hillock: he has a
walk of half a yard in length and a cjuarter of an inch in
breadth; he keeps one hundred menial servants, and has
at least fifteen barley-corns in his granary. He is now
chiding and enslaving the emmet that stands before him,
and who, for all that we can discover, is as good an
emmet as himself.
Eut here comes an insect of figure. Don't you 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 equalities and conductions swarm about him!
Should this straw drop out of his mouth, you would see
all this numerous circle of attendants follow the next that
took it up, and leave the discarded insect, or run over
his back to come at his successor.
If now 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