'Scotland! a queer country that, your honour!' 'So it is,' said I; 'a queerer country I never saw in all my life.' 'And a queer set of people, your honour,' 'So they are,' said I; 'a queerer set of people than the Scotch you would scarcely …
- Lived
- 1803–1881
- Born
- Dereham
- Died
- Lowestoft
- Nationality
- United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland
- Known as
- writer, translator, peddler, novelist
- Era
- 19th century
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Works (15)
I never saw such a place for merched anllad [wanton women] as Northampton.
Fear God, and take your own part.
I often think I should like to have another rally—one more rally, and then—but there’s a time for all things—youth will be served, every dog has his day, and mine has been a fine one—let me be content.
He is not deserving of the name of Englishman who speaketh against ale, that is, good ale.
There's the wind on the heath, brother; if I could only feel that, I would gladly live for ever.
There's night and day, brother, both sweet things; sun, moon, and stars, brother, all sweet things; there's likewise a wind on the heath. Life is very sweet, brother; who would wish to die?
Translation is at best an echo.
I have always been a friend to hero-worship; it is the only rational one, and has always been in use amongst civilized people.
If you must commit suicide – and there is no knowing to what people may be brought – always contrive to do it as decorously as possible; the decencies, whether of life or of death, should never be lost sight of.
Smoking has a sedative effect upon the nerves, and enables a man to bear the sorrows of this life (of which every one has his share) not only decently, but dignifiedly.
There are no countries in the world less known by the British than these selfsame British Islands, or where more strange things are every day occurring.
Sherry...a silly, sickly compound, the use of which will transform a nation, however bold and warlike by nature, into a race of sketchers, scribblers, and punsters, in fact into what Englishmen are at the present day.
There is a peculiarity in the countenance, as everybody knows, which, though it cannot be described, is sure to betray the Englishman.
The author of Amelia, the most singular genius which their island ever produced, whose works it has long been the fashion to abuse in public and to read in secret.
