Memoirs of a Royal Chaplain, 1729-1763: The Correspondence of Edmund Pyle, D.D. Chaplain in Ordinary to George II, with Samuel Kerrich D.D., Vicar of Dersingham, Rector of Wolferton, and Rector of West Newton

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J. Lane, 1905 - 388 páginas

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Página 144 - A Free Inquiry into the Miraculous Powers which are supposed to have subsisted in the Christian Church, from the earliest ages through several successive centuries...
Página 138 - The king to Oxford sent his troop of horse, For Tories own no argument but force; With equal care to Cambridge books he sent, For Whigs allow no force but argument.
Página 329 - Let humble Allen, with an awkward shame, Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.
Página 138 - The King, observing with judicious eyes, The state of both his universities, To Oxford sent a troop of horse; and why? That learned body wanted loyalty; To Cambridge books he sent, as well discerning How much that loyal body wanted learning.
Página 299 - Sardinia has a great desire to be possessed of his bones or dust and coffin. It seems he was of the country of Oost, the Bishop of which has put this desire into the King's head, who, by the by, is a most prodigious bigot, and in a late dispute with Geneva gave up territory to redeem an old church. You will please to consider this request with your friends but not yet capitularly.
Página 142 - ... usual for the bishop to make over by deed to the archbishop, his executors and assigns, the next presentation of such dignity or benefice in the bishop's disposal within that see, as the archbishop himself...
Página 258 - ... reflect that many preceding authors, who have been installed there with much respect, may have been as trifling personages as those we have known and now behold consecrated to memory.
Página 258 - Tom Birch is as brisk as a bee in conversation ; but no sooner does he take a pen in his hand, than it becomes a torpedo to him, and benumbs all his faculties.
Página 188 - ... confined him. To ask him a question, was to wind up a spring in his memory, that rattled on with vast rapidity, and confused noise, till the force of it was spent ; and you went away with all the noise in your ears, stunned and uninformed.
Página 80 - Asleep and naked as an Indian lay, An honest factor stole a gem away: He pledged it to the knight; the knight had wit, So kept the diamond, and the rogue was bit.

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