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Sheep were small and their fleeces light, nevertheless, owing to the meagreness of the yields of cereals' and the demand for wool for export, sheep-farming was looked to, as early as the 12th century, as the chief source of profit.


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The meagreness of the results obtained by the occasional works executed in the last century, and the fact that the investigators were unfortunate enough to strike upon places already explored, gave rise to the opinion that the whole area of the city had been crossed by tunnels in the time of Charles III.

The rigorously authentic character of these laws, relating to, and dealing with, the actual realities of life, and with institutions and a state of society nowhere else revealed to the same extent, the extreme antiquity both of the provisions and of the language, and the meagreness of continental material illustrative of the same things, endow them with exceptional archaic, archaeological and philological interest.

Considering the comparative meagreness of the Devonian record, we can scarcely doubt that the vegetation of that period, if adequately known, would prove to have been practically as rich as that of the succeeding age.

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Inside the flat a fruity voice was reading out a list of figures which had something to do with the production of pig-iron. The voice came from an oblong metal plaque like a dulled mirror which formed part of the surface of the right-hand wall. Winston turned a switch and the voice sank somewhat, though the words were still distinguishable. The instrument (the telescreen, it was called) could be dimmed, but there was no way of shutting it off completely. He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party. His hair was very fair, his face naturally sanguine, his skin roughened by coarse soap and blunt razor blades and the cold of the winter that had just ended.

Joslyn and Ponting1 have recently stressed the meagreness of the information regarding individual phenolic compounds involved in the enzymic browning of fruits, although they suggested that chlorogenic acid was a possible substrate (cf. Ingraham and Corse2). Since chlorogenic acid is known to be acted on by the polyphenoloxidase of sweet potatoes3, and to be widely distributed in many plant tissues including apples and pears4, we have investigated its role in the enzymic browning of these two fruits.

OUR correspondents have commented upon the meagreness of the newspaper attention to the Annual Meeting of the Library Association. The opportunities which the affair would seem to afford for press comment are probably exaggerated by librarians, who quite naturally think their matters to be of importance. They are, but they have never been spectacular and are not likely to be so. What the modern pressman wants is a story ; he is not often interested in passive matters nowadays, and more than one editor has admitted that he is not concerned with what people say but with what they do. We may console ourselves to some extent by believing that our quiet work is more enduring than much that is greeted with fanfares. Snippets of facts about high issues of books, parsimony, or believed extravagance, are things that do find their way into the small paragraphs of daily papers. These may be good for our movement but there is no certainty that they are. The only sure advertisement of a library, publicly or otherwise maintained, is the quality of the service it can give.

1864Listless he eyes the palisadesAnd sentries in the glare;'Tis barren as a pelican-beachBut his world is ended there.Nothing to do; and vacant handsBring on the idiot-pain;He tries to think--to recollect,But the blur is on his brain.Around him swarm the plaining ghostsLike those on Virgil's shore--A wilderness of faces dim,And pale ones gashed and hoar.A smiting sun. No shed, no tree;He totters to his lair--A den that sick hands dug in earthEre famine wasted there,Or, dropping in his place, he swoons,Walled in by throngs that press,Till forth from the throngs they bearhim dead--Dead in his meagreness. 041b061a72


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