Books with author William Huitt

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1844 Excerpt: ...their horses floundered and fell: they lost their way, and were compelled to dismount and lead their steeds, every moment expecting to plunge ihto pits or ditches; at on time up to the knees in wa'er, at another completely entangled in a labyrinth of thickets. The greater part of the night, wet and hot, weary and covered with mud, did they thus plunge and grope about in this wild country; cursing heartily the Miller's mischievous cub, and ever and anon shouting with might and main to make some one hear. Escaping at length from the woods, it was only to find themselves in the midst of deep ploughed lands, oat of which there appeared no outlet, except by crossing stagnant dykes. Here, as morning dawned, they were descried by a ploughman, a wretched spectacle of men and horses, covered with mire, and haggard with weariness and vexation. Nor was that vexation at all diminished by learning that the boy had really led them to the foot of the hill on which Scalhope Tower stood, but on a side from which it was totally inaccessible; that he had led them some miles round, through the worst roads in the country, and left them in their wretched plight not three furlongs from the village! The soldiers came in for a full share of the ridicule which had fallen on the ghost-watchers. The tale flew round the country; but nobody was more surprised than the old Miller of Burnby Mill, who declared that he had never had this Sim Mack in his service in his life, nor did he know him at all! CHAPTER XVIII. THE KNIOHT DELIVERS JACK AN ADMIRABLE LEO TORE OK CONTENTMENT WITH OUR LOT, AND RELATES TO HIM HIS OWN STORY. The quest and the molestation in the neighbourhood of the old Knight now gradually ceased. People were pretty well convinced that the two celebrated Lollard leaders were...

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It is told that there was once a mighty river which ran south into the sea, and at the mouth thereof was a great and rich city, which had been builded and had waxed and thriven because of the great and most excellent haven which the river aforesaid made where it fell into the sea. And now it was like looking at a huge wood of barked and smoothened fir-trees when one saw the masts of the ships that lay in the said haven. But up in this river ran the flood of tide a long way, so that the biggest of dromonds and round-ships might fare up it, and oft they lay amid pleasant up-country places, with their yards all but touching the windows of the husbandman's stead, and their bowsprits thrusting forth amongst the middens, and the routing swine, and querulous hens. And the uneasy lads and lasses sitting at high-mass of the Sunday in the grey church would see the tall masts amidst the painted saints of the aisle windows, and their minds would wander from the mass-hackled priest and the words and the gestures of him, and see visions of far countries and outlandish folk, and some would be heart-smitten with that desire of wandering and looking on new things which so oft the sea-beat board and the wind-strained pine bear with them to the dwellings of the stay-at-homes: and to some it seemed as if, when they went from out the church, they should fall in with St. Thomas of India stepping over the gangway, and come to visit their uplandish Christmas and the Yule-feast of the field-abiders of midwinter frost

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William Hazlitt (1778-1830) came of an Irish Protestant stock, and of a branch of it transplanted in the reign of George I from the county of Antrim to Tipperary. His father migrated, at nineteen, to the University of Glasgow (where he was contemporary with Adam Smith), graduated in 1761 or thereabouts, embraced the principles of the Unitarians, joined their ministry, and crossed over to England; being successively pastor at Wisbech in Cambridgeshire, at Marshfield in Gloucestershire, and at Maidstone. At Wisbech he married Grace Loftus, the daughter of a neighbouring farmer. Of the many children granted to them but three survived infancy. William, the youngest of these, was born in Mitre Lane, Maidstone, on April 10, 1778.

It is observed by Mr. Pope, that 'If ever any author deserved the name of an ORIGINAL, it was Shakespeare. Homer himself drew not his art so immediately from the fountains of nature; it proceeded through AEgyptian strainers and channels, and came to him not without some tincture of the learning, or some cast of the models, of those before him. The poetry of Shakespeare was inspiration: indeed, he is not so much an imitator, as an instrument of nature; and it is not so just to say that he speaks from her, as that she speaks through him. His CHARACTERS are so much nature herself, that it is a sort of injury to call them by so distant a name as copies of her. Those of other poets have a constant resemblance, which shows that they received them from one another, and were but multipliers of the same image: each picture, like a mock-rainbow, is but the reflection of a reflection. But every single character in Shakespeare, is as much an individual, as those in life itself; it is as impossible to find any two alike; and such, as from their relation or affinity in any respect appear most to be twins, will, upon comparison, be found remarkably distinct. To this life and variety of character, we must add the wonderful preservation of it; which is such throughout his plays, that had all the speeches been printed without the very names of the persons, I believe one might have applied them with certainty to every speaker.'