Chapter XII

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From this reading July 23, 1777.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading July 23, 1777.

used before a singular noun to mean one of a group, when it is not a particular one

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

treat badly

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

perform an action, or work out or perform (an action)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

make an addition (to); join or combine or unite with others; increase the quality, quantity, size or scope of

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

later than; following

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

anew

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used to show sadness, pity, or regret

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(quantifier) used with either mass or count nouns to indicate the whole number or amount of or every one of a class

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

terms referring to the Judeo-Christian God

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

in addition

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the form of “be” used with “I”

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used to join words or parts of a sentence that go together

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

one or some or every or all without specification

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

established by authority; given authoritative approval

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the form of “be” used with you, we, they, or a plural noun

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

at the same time that; because; in the way that

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

in or near a particular place or position

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a gathering of spectators or listeners at a (usually public) performance

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a quantity of no importance

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

having undesirable or negative qualities

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

installation from which a military force initiates operations

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

immersing the body in water or sunshine

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used with a past participle to form the passive, or with -ing for continuous tenses

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

in a beautiful manner

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the past participle of “be”

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

earlier than; in front of

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

accept as true; take to be true

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the cognitive process that leads to convictions

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the supreme effort one can make

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(comparative of “good”) superior to another (of the same class or set or kind) in excellence or quality or desirability or suitability; more highly skilled than another

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

in the space, time, or range separating two things

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the sacred writings of the Christian religions

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

highly favored or fortunate (as e.g. by divine grace)

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

people who have severe visual impairments, considered as a group

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a state of extreme happiness

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

The red fluid that circulates in the heart and blood vessels.

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

with boldness, in a bold manner

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

prepare (oneself) for something unpleasant or difficult

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the front of the trunk from the neck to the abdomen

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used to introduce something that contrasts with what came before

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

showing who or what does the action

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a degree on the centigrade scale of temperature

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

past form of “call” — assign a specified (usually proper) proper name to

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

move while supporting, either in a vehicle or in one's hands or on one's body

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a young person of either sex

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the dissemination of copies of periodicals (as newspapers or magazines)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a very fine-grained soil that is plastic when moist but hard when fired

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

occurring at or forming an end or termination

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

be conducive to

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the exercise of self constraint in sexual matters

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

without stop or interruption

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

make or work out a plan for; devise

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “counsel” — a lawyer who pleads cases in court

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

education imparted in a series of lessons or meetings

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

having an (artificial) crown on a tooth

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

treated so as to have a permanently wrinkled appearance

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

marked by features of the immediate and usually discounted past

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

time for Earth to make a complete rotation on its axis

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the event of dying or departure from life

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

performance of moral or religious acts

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

transfer power to someone

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

properly deserved

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the past form of “do”, used in questions and negatives

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

past form of “die” — pass from physical life and lose all bodily attributes and functions necessary to sustain life

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

unlike in nature or quality or form or degree

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

have supper; eat dinner

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a physical condition in which there is a disturbance of normal functioning

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to form questions and negatives, and to give emphasis

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

having finished or arrived at completion

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a swinging or sliding barrier that will close the entrance to a room or building or vehicle

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

being or moving lower in position or less in some value

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a British peer of the highest rank

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the 3rd planet from the sun; the planet we live on

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

being one more than ten

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

confined on all sides

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a specially long, formal letter

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

divisible by two

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the latter part of the day (the period of decreasing daylight from late afternoon until nightfall)

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

all the members of a group, with none left out

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

having come to an end or become void after passage of a period of time

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a social unit living together

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

be afraid or feel anxious or apprehensive about a possible or probable situation or event

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “fear” — an emotion experienced in anticipation of some specific pain or danger (usually accompanied by a desire to flee or fight)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

cause to fall by or as if by delivering a blow

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

mat together and make felt-like

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the cardinal number that is the product of ten and five

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

start firing a weapon

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the trait of acting stupidly or rashly

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

devoid of good sense or judgment

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

intended to be given to, or used by, somebody

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

set up or found

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

past form of “free” — grant freedom to; free from confinement

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the sixth day of the week; the fifth working day

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a person you know well and regard with affection and trust

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “friend” — a person you know well and regard with affection and trust

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

showing where something starts, or who sent it

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

containing as much or as many as is possible or normal

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

inflected form of “give” — cause to have, in the abstract sense or physical sense

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe; the object of worship in monotheistic religions

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

having desirable or positive qualities especially those suitable for a thing specified

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

bring into conformity with rules or principles or usage; impose regulations

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

(Christian theology) a state of sanctification by God; the state of one who is under such divine influence

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

possessive form of “grace” — (Christian theology) a state of sanctification by God; the state of one who is under such divine influence

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a feeling of thankfulness and appreciation

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the past form of “have”, used to form the past perfect

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

be suspended or hanging

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

only a very short time before

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the form of “have” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used with a past participle to form the perfect tenses

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the upper part of the human body or the front part of the body in animals; contains the face and brains

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “head” — the upper part of the human body or the front part of the body in animals; contains the face and brains

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a healthy state of wellbeing free from disease

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

detected or perceived by the sense of hearing

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(law) a proceeding (usually by a court) where evidence is taken for the purpose of determining an issue of fact and reaching a decision based on that evidence

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the locus of feelings and intuitions

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

of comparatively great physical weight or density

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

capital of the state of Montana; located in western Montana

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a person who contributes to the fulfillment of a need or furtherance of an effort or purpose

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

belonging to a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “herald” — (formal) a person who announces important news

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used when the woman or girl doing the action is also its object

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

greater than normal in degree or intensity or amount

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the male already mentioned, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

belonging to a man, boy, or male animal already mentioned

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “honor” — a tangible symbol signifying approval or distinction

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the state of being honored

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a specific instance of feeling hopeful

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a period of time equal to 1/24th of a day

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

be the source of pain

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a married man; a woman's partner in marriage

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the person speaking or writing, as the subject of the verb

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

on condition that; in the event that

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

affected by an impairment of normal physical or mental function

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

inside something, or within a place, period, or state

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(often followed by “to”) having a preference, disposition, or tendency

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

Dictionary entry pending editorial verification. Tap Listen to hear the word.

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the quality of being incredible

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a device that requires skill for proper use

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

moving to the inside of something

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

heighten or intensify

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the form of “be” used with he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a thing, animal, or idea already mentioned

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

belonging to the thing or animal already mentioned

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the month following June and preceding August

From this reading July 23, 1777.

and nothing more

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

conformity or harmony

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

inflected form of “know” — be cognizant or aware of a fact or a specific piece of information; possess knowledge or information about

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “knock” — the sound of knocking (as on a door or in an engine or bearing)

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

be cognizant or aware of a fact or a specific piece of information; possess knowledge or information about

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

mourned or grieved for

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

immediately past

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

referring to the second of two things or persons mentioned (or the last one or ones of several)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

put into a certain place or abstract location

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

location near or direction toward the left side; i.e. the side to the north when a person or object faces east

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a period of 40 weekdays from Ash Wednesday to Holy Saturday

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a written message addressed to a person or organization

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a characteristic state or mode of living

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

limited or below average in number or quantity or magnitude or extent

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

filled with a great quantity

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

primarily temporal sense; being or indicating a relatively great or greater than average duration or passage of time or a duration as specified

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

for more time

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

perceive with attention; direct one's gaze towards

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

no longer in your possession or control; unable to be found or recovered

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a person who loves someone or is loved by someone

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a compact mass

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the basic unit of length adopted under the Systeme International d'Unites (approximately 1.094 yards)

From this reading M----.

engage in

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

an adult person who is male (as opposed to a woman)

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a quantifier that can be used with count nouns and is often preceded by “as” or “too” or “so” or “that”; amounting to a large but indefinite number

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to say something is possible, or to give permission

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the person speaking, as the object of a verb or preposition

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a way of doing something, especially a systematic way; implies an orderly logical arrangement (usually in steps)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

very unhappy; full of misery

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “monkey” — any of various long-tailed primates (excluding the prosimians)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

(comparative of “much” used with mass nouns) a quantifier meaning greater in size or amount or extent or degree

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

subject to death

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to form the superlative

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “mount” — a lightweight horse kept for riding only

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a form of address for a man

From this reading TO MR.

to a great degree or extent

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

belonging to the person speaking

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

poor enough to need help from others

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

not one and not the other of two

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

an uneasy psychological state

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

not ever; at no time in the past or future

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

information about recent and important events

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

immediately following in time or order

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the time after sunset and before sunrise while it is dark outside

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

not any; not one

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

and not; used after a negative to add a second negative

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used to make a word, phrase, or sentence negative

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

in the historical present; at this point in the narration of a series of past events

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

belonging to, or connected with, somebody or something

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

many times at short intervals

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a midwestern state in north central United States in the Great Lakes region

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

(used especially of persons) having lived for a relatively long time or attained a specific age

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

touching and supported by a surface

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

and nothing more

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to join alternatives or possibilities

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

not allowed to continue to bat or run

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

have ownership or possession of

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

something determined in relation to something that includes it

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

look furtively

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

showing or constituting penance

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

by chance

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a tube with a small bowl at one end; used for smoking tobacco

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “place” — a point located with respect to surface features of some region

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

deserving or inciting pity

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(“ill” is often used as a combining form) in a poor or improper or unsatisfactory manner; not well

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

existing or coming before

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

-ing form of “prepare” — make ready or suitable or equip in advance for a particular purpose or for some use, event, etc

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a basic generalization that is accepted as true and that can be used as a basis for reasoning or conduct

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

remove impurities from, increase the concentration of, and separate through the process of distillation

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the act of pursuing in an effort to overtake or capture

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a magnitude or frequency relative to a time unit

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

past form of “reach” — reach a destination, either real or abstract

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “reason” — a rational motive for a belief or action

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

conforming to the established language usage of educated native speakers

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

made less in size or amount or degree

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a change for the better as a result of correcting abuses

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

past form of “remember” — recall knowledge from memory; have a recollection

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

to say, state, or perform again

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a statement (either spoken or written) that is made to reply to a question or request or criticism or accusation

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

not move; be in a resting position

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a recompense for worthy acts or retribution for wrongdoing

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

possessing material wealth

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an abundance of material possessions and resources

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the sport of sitting on the back of a horse while controlling its movements

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

precisely, exactly

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

move upward

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

1/60 of a minute; the basic unit of time adopted under the Systeme International d'Unites

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

cut with a saw

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a word or phrase that particular people use in particular situations

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “say” — the chance to speak

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “sensation” — an unelaborated elementary awareness of stimulation

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “sens” — street names for marijuana

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

mental responsiveness and awareness

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

100 senti equal 1 kroon in Estonia

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a woman, girl, or female animal already mentioned, as the subject

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

affected by an impairment of normal physical or mental function

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

ludicrous, foolish

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

preliminary drawing for later elaboration

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “sky” — the atmosphere and outer space as viewed from the earth

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

for that reason; with the result that

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(quantifier) used with either mass nouns or plural count nouns to indicate an unspecified number or quantity

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the vital principle or animating force within living things

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an alcoholic beverage that is distilled rather than fermented

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

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From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the state of inactivity following an interruption

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(used in combination) affected by something overwhelming

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a following of one thing after another in time

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

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From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

having or feeling no doubt or uncertainty; confident and assured

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

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From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

so lacking in interest as to cause mental weariness

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the cardinal number that is the sum of nine and one; the base of the decimal system

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a run-down apartment house barely meeting minimal standards

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to introduce what somebody said, thought, or felt

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used before a noun that is already known, already mentioned, or the only one of its kind

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

belonging to the people or things already mentioned

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the people or things already mentioned, as the object

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

subsequently or soon afterward (often used as sentence connectors)

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

in or at that place or location

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a special situation

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

judge or regard; look upon; judge

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used for a person or thing that is near, or that has just been mentioned

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the plural of “that”: the people or things further away, or already known

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the fifth day of the week; the fourth working day

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an old word for “your”, speaking to one person

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “ti” — a light strong grey lustrous corrosion-resistant metallic element used in strong lightweight alloys (as for airplane parts); the main sources are rutile and ilmenite

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used before the base form of a verb to make the infinitive

From this reading TO MR.

to a degree exceeding normal or proper limits

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an urban area with a fixed boundary that is smaller than a city

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

consistent with fact or reality; not false

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

something (as property) held by one party (the trustee) for the benefit of another (the beneficiary)

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a succession of notes forming a distinctive sequence

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the cardinal number that is the sum of one and one or a numeral representing this number

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a rejection of belief

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a formal word for “on”

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

at or nearest to the top

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

precisely as stated

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “vicissitude” — a variation in circumstances or fortune at different times in your life or in the development of something

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

acting with or marked by or resulting from great force or energy or emotional intensity

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

close enough to be walked to

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

plural of “warrant” — a writ from a court commanding police to perform specified acts

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

the past form of “be” used with I, he, she, it, or a singular noun

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the speaker together with one or more other people

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

any period of seven consecutive days

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to ask for information about something

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

any or all of a kind, it does not matter which

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

at the time that

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

at any time that; every time that

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

used to introduce a clause giving more about a thing just mentioned

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an old and formal word for “while”

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

which person or people

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

a man whose wife is dead especially one who has not remarried

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used to talk about the future, or about willingness

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

a means of flight or ascent

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

accumulated knowledge or erudition or enlightenment

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

hope for; have a wish

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

in the company of; together with

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an adult female person (as opposed to a man)

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

everything that exists anywhere

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

characteristic of or devoted to the temporal world as opposed to the spiritual world

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

plural of “worm” — any of numerous relatively small elongated soft-bodied animals especially of the phyla Annelida and Chaetognatha and Nematoda and Nemertea and Platyhelminthes; also many insect larvae

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an indefinite quantity of something having a specified value

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

lacking in usefulness or value

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

used for something imagined, polite, or habitual in the past

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

an affirmative

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

the person or people being spoken to

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.

(used of living things especially persons) in an early period of life or development or growth

From this reading &c.--I wish S---- knew this heavy news, for many reasons.--I am inclined to believe her Grace’s death is the only thing that will most conduce to his reform.--I fear neither his gratitude nor sensibility will be much hurt upon hearing the news--it will act upon his fears, and make him do _right_ upon a _base_ principle.--Hang him! he teazes me whenever I think of him.--I supped last night with St----; he called in just now, and says he has a right to be remembered to you.--You and he are two old monkeys--the more I abuse and rate you, the better friend you think me.--As you have found out that your spirits govern your head--you will of course contrive every method of keeping your instrument in tune;--sure I am that bathing--riding--walking--in succession--the two latter not violent--will brace your nerves--purify your blood--invigorate its circulation:--add to the rest _continency_--yes, again I repeat it, _continency_;--before you reply, think--re-think--and think again--look into your _Bible_--look in _Young_--peep into your own breast--if your heart warrants what your head counsels--act then boldly.--Oh!

belonging to the person or people being spoken to

From this reading YES--too true it is--for the many (aye, and some of those many carry their heads high) too true for the miserable--the needy--the sick--for many, alas! who now may have no helper--for the child of folly poor S----, and even for thy worthless friend Sancho.--It is too true, that the Almighty has called to her rich reward--she who, whilst on earth, approved herself his best delegate.--How blind, how silly, is the mortal who places any trust or hope in aught but the Almighty!--You are just, beautifully just, in your sketch of the vicissitudes of worldly bliss.--We rise the lover--dine the husband--and too oft, alas! lay down the forlorne widower.--Never so struck in my life;--it was on Friday night, between ten and eleven, just preparing for my concluding pipe--the Duke of M----’s man knocks.--“Have you heard the bad news?”--No.--“The Dutchess of Queensbury died last night!”--I felt fifty different sensations--unbelief was uppermost--when he crushed my incredibility, by saying he had been to know how his Grace did--who was also very poorly in health.--Now the preceding day, Thursday (the day on which she expired) I had received a very penitential letter from S----, dated from St. Helena;--this letter I inclosed in a long tedious epistle of my own--and sent to Petersham, believing the family to be all there.--The day after you left town her Grace died;--that day week she was at my door--the day after I had the honour of a long audience in her dressing-room.--Alas! this hour blessed with health--crowned with honors--loaded with riches, and encircled with friends--the next reduced to a lump of poor clay--a tenement for worms!--Earth re-possesses part of what she gave--and the freed spirit mounts on wings of fire:--her disorder was a stoppage--she fell ill the evening of the Friday that I last saw her--continued in her full senses to the last.--The good she had done reached the skies long before her lamented death--and are the only heralds that are worth the pursuit of wisdom:--as to her bad deeds, I have never heard of them.--Had it been for the best, God would have lent her a little longer to a foolish world, which hardly deserved so good a woman;--for my own part, I have lost a friend--and perhaps ’tis better so.--“Whatever is,” &c.