Pioneer Crimes and Punishments in Toronto and the Home District: An Account of the Many Activities of the Magistrates Both in Criminal and Civil Matters, Drawn Largely from Records Hitherto for the Most Part Unpublished

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G.N. Morang, 1924 - 195 pàgines
 

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Pàgina 182 - Our vows, our prayers, we now present Before thy throne of grace : God of our fathers ! be the God Of their succeeding race.
Pàgina 36 - I hold this slow and daily tampering with the mysteries of the brain, to be immeasurably worse than any torture of the body : and because its ghastly signs and tokens are not so palpable to the eye and sense of touch as scars upon the flesh ; because its wounds are not upon the surface, and it extorts few cries that human ears can hear ; therefore 1 the more denounce it, as a secret punishment which slumbering humanity is not roused up to stay.
Pàgina 103 - I know not whether laws be right, Or whether laws be wrong; All that we know who lie in gaol Is that the wall is strong; And that each day is like a year, A year whose days are long.
Pàgina 185 - For they starve the little frightened child, Till it weeps both night and day: And they scourge the weak, and flog the fool, And gibe the old and gray, And some grow mad, and all grow bad, And none a word may say.
Pàgina xvi - AND whereas the certainty and lenity of the criminal law of England, and the benefits and advantages resulting from the use of it, have been sensibly felt by the inhabitants, from an experience of more than nine years...
Pàgina 183 - God's sweet world again. Like two doomed ships that pass in storm We had crossed each other's way: But we made no sign, we said no word, We had no word to say; For we did not meet in the holy night, But in the shameful day. A prison wall was round us both, Two outcast men we were: The world had thrust us from its heart, And God from out His care: And the iron gin that waits for Sin Had caught us in its snare. Ill In Debtors...
Pàgina 103 - And I never saw sad men who looked So wistfully at the day. I never saw sad men who looked With such a wistful eye Upon that little tent of blue We prisoners called the sky. And at every careless cloud that passed In happy freedom by.
Pàgina 185 - With midnight always in one's heart, And twilight in one's cell, We turn the crank, or tear the rope, Each in his separate Hell, And the silence is more awful far Than the sound of a brazen bell. And never a human voice comes near To speak a gentle word : And the eye that watches through the door Is pitiless and hard : And by all forgot, we rot and rot, With soul and body marred.
Pàgina 183 - We tore the tarry rope to shreds With blunt and bleeding nails; We rubbed the doors, and scrubbed the floors, And cleaned the shining rails: And, rank by rank, we soaped the plank, And clattered with the pails. We sewed...
Pàgina 39 - Bedford ; and the circumstance which excited me to activity in their behalf, was the seeing some, who, by the verdict of juries, were declared not guilty — some on whom the grand jury did not find such an appearance of guilt as subjected them to...

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