...whole south of Scotland, as an itinerant cutler ; and who has, at least in one respect, cannot say with Canning's knife-grinder — " Story ! God bless you ! I have none to tell, sir." — Sometime back, these characters met on the public road leading to Portwilliam. The cutler having...

...town. It was not so in other parishes, where the Stocks were occasionally useful, as in the time of Canning's knife-grinder. " Story, God bless you, I have none to tell, sir ! Only last night, a drinking at the Chequers ; Justice Oldmixon set me in the parish Stocks for a...

...town. It was not so in other parishes, where the Stocks were occasionally useful, as in the time of Canning's knife-grinder. " Story, God bless you, I have none to tell, sir ! Only last night, a drinking at the Chequers Justice Oldmixon set me in the parish Stocks for a vagrant/*...

...attained, not from the interest of the story — for, as to mere story, the writer might answer with Canning's Knifegrinder, " Story, God bless you, I have none to tell, Sir," — but by the plain, simple, unpretending style in which the writer has described the every-day life...

...to nearly 200 hands. Of pure architectural or historical interest the town has none to boast; like Canning's knife-grinder,— " Story? God bless you, I have none to tell, sir ! " The CHURCH is dedicated to All Saints, and should be studied by young architects for its warnings...

...Shakspere had been asked for the Plot of ' Love's Labour 's Lost,' he might have answered, anticipating Canning's " knife-grinder," — " Story ! God bless you ! I have none to tell, Sir." We have endeavoured, in these notices, to deviate from the merely critical form, and seek chiefly to...

...keep my revelations to myself." " Oh, what a delicious bull," she exclaimed. " I believe you are like Canning's Knifegrinder : ' Story ! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir ; ' and you keep that awful silence to conceal the yawning void within." " Well, you must allow that...

...keep my revelations to myself.' ' Oh, what a delicious bull,' she exclaimed. 'I believe you are like Canning's Knifegrinder: "Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir; " and you keep that awful silence to conceal the yawning void within.' ' Well, you must allow that...

...its birth and growth. Perhaps, if it could speak, its answer would be none other than the answer of Canning's knife-grinder : " Story ? God bless you, I have none to tell, sir." For there are many other curious things than Topsies, that " growed " no one knows how. That may be...

...I may say that, if I had not told the truthful story of my many failures, I might have cried, with Canning's knife-grinder. "Story? God bless you, I have none to tell, Sir ! " There are many gems and nuggets in this book, which I have not in this rambling gossip even hinted at ; and...