Word: knowing
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...Parisians, nor are they told in the elective pamphlet that the examination is to be partly or wholly in French. But when we ask for our marks, what is the answer? "You have a very low per cent, and I feel that you ought to have more, because I know from your recitations that you have done good work; but as you did not write the whole paper in French I was obliged to mark you low." What can be more unfair, since the length of the paper compels one, in order to finish it, to write in English? What...
Since I graduated (you know I took Classical Honors in '7-) I've been teaching Latin here. My position would be very pleasant if the students would only pronounce rightly, and not persist in spelling caelum, coelum, and cena, caena, or coena. The worst of the matter is that they are sustained by the only text-books to be had in this unenlightened district. Just think of it, Jim, while revelling in your texts of Bibl. Teubner., that we poor mortals can get no classics of later date than 1870. Then my pupils will take as models those antiquated...
...huge, unwieldy double-runner is prepared, and various men skilled in Latin and Greek seat themselves upon it. At first they go swimmingly, the weight of the dead languages carrying them bravely down the hill, but unfortunately they are taking the course at sight; a hidden root - they know not whence it came - stumps them, and they are spilled out promiscuously...
...words were said by a venerable Mollah, who is their chief, and whom they call El Peebhoh. The young men were grieved and looked in their hats. I, as you know, could not unwind my turban in a public place, but I took off my slipper and gazed in that. I presume he was cursing them. Some yawned and got behind pillars, while others took from their pockets books of charms, no doubt to avert the imprecation...
...word wife these dogs mean the principal lady of the harem. Salaaming and thanking him for his information, I entered a large white building in front of us. I knocked some eighteen times, and, getting no answer, but, hearing the tones of a female's voice (you know, O Issa, friend of my youth, that I had quite a reputation for that sort of thing in Teheran), I entered, when, Bismillah! a fierce, white-bearded Mollah, guarding a beauteous, moon-faced damsel, imprisoned behind a high fence, confronted me. He is, doubtless, the Kislar Aga of the Dhin's household...