Hot Corn: Life Scenes in New York Illustrated. Including the Story of Little Katy, Madalina, the Rag-picker's Daughter, Wild Maggie, &c. With Original Designs, Engraved by N. Orr |
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Page 125 - Who hath woe ? who hath sorrow ? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause ? who hath redness of eyes ? They that tarry long at the wine ; they that go to seek mixed wine.
Page 179 - Oh! but to breathe the breath Of the cowslip and primrose sweet With the sky above my head, And the grass beneath my feet, For only one short hour To feel as I used to feel, Before I knew the woes of want And the walk that costs a meal!
Page 125 - Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes? They that tarry long at the wine; they that go to seek mixed wine. Look not thou upon the wine when it is red, when it giveth his colour in the cup, when it moveth itself aright: at the last it biteth like a serpent, and stingeth like an adder.
Page 135 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread, — Stitch! stitch! stitch! In poverty, hunger and dirt; And still with a voice of dolorous pitch — Would that its tone could reach the rich ! — She sang the
Page 60 - She did not want to go. She had tasted of a fruit which had opened her eyes, and she would fain clothe herself in fig leaves, so they hid the deformity of dirt, and rags, and sin. Wild as the fawn, as easily as the fawn subdued. At the approach of man, that timid animal bounds into the thickest brake and hides away; but once in the hands of man, it turns and follows him to his home, licking his hand as though it were with its own dam. So was Wild Maggie tamed.
Page 71 - ... eating their supper off of the bottom of a pail. A broken brown earthen jug holds water— perhaps not all water. Another negro and his wife occupy another corner ; a third sits in the window monopolising all the air astir. In another corner, what do we see ? A negro man, and a stout, hearty, rather good looking, young white woman.
Page 250 - tis slander; Whose edge is sharper than the sword ; whose tongue Outvenoms all the worms of Nile; whose breath Rides on the posting winds, and doth belie All corners of the world : kings, queens, and states, Maids, matrons, nay, the secrets of the grave This viperous slander enters.
Page 388 - Hot corn, hot corn, here's your nice hot corn, smoking hot, smoking hot, just from the pot, all hot, hot, hot!
Page 59 - 'So they say you are; that you preach nothing but lies.' " 'Well, I won't lie to you, Maggie, and I won't whip you, but I won't swear. Did you ever know any good man swear?' "She thought a moment, and replied, 'Well, I don't know — I know them that swear the most will lie. Will you let the door stand open? If you will I will come in?' " 'Yes,' and in she came. " 'Now, what do you want I should do?' " ' There, do you look at me. I am laying out shirts for the women to sew. That pile, there, that...
Page 114 - ... good. -Go forth and listen. If you hear a little voice crying Hot Corn ! think of poor Katy, and of the hosts of innocents slain by that remorseless tyrant — rum, . Go forth and seek a better spirit to rule over us. Cry aloud, " Will he come," and the answer will be,