Passing through here in 1795, Bishop Asbury commented, 'The country improves in cultivation, wickedness, mills, and stills.' Five ...years later, he held a meeting in the neighborhood and remarked that he thought most of the congregation had come to look at his wig.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
He dreamed that he stood in a shadowy Court, Where the Snark, with a glass in its eye,... Dressed in gown, bands, and wig, was defending a pig On the charge of deserting its sty.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Well, well, perhaps I am a bit of a talker. A popular fellow such as I am--my friends get round me--we chaff, we sparkle, we tell ...witty stories--and somehow my tongue gets wagging. I have the gift of conversation. I've been told I ought to have a salon, whatever that may be.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
I can counterfeit the deep tragedian, Speak, and look back, and pry on every side,... Tremble and start at wagging of a straw, Intending deep suspicion. Ghastly looks Are at my service like enforced smiles, And both are ready in their offices At any time to grace my stratagems.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nota: man is the intelligence of his soil, The sovereign ghost. As such, the Socrates... Of snails, musician of pears, principium And lex. Sed quæritur: is this same wig Of things, this nincompated pedagogue, Preceptor to the sea?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »