Sydney Smith (3 June 1771 – 22 February 1845) was an English writer and Anglican cleric.
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... Sydney Smith (July 14, 1839 - March 3, 1889), was a leading English pianist and composer in Victorian England ... Sydney Smith grew up in a family of musicians ... His father was the head of a music school and often gave concerts with his two sons Sydney and Boyton ...
... A Memoir of the Reverend Sydney Smith by his daughter, Lady Holland, with a Selection from his Letters, 2 vols ... Sydney Smith et la renaissance des idées libérales en Angleterre au XIX' siècle ... The Smith of Smiths, a biography ...
... less animated than he had anticipated but attributing this to the absence of Sydney Smith "This day I dined at the King of Clubs which meets monthly at the Crown and Anchor in the Strand ... Smith is not yet come to town ... was not answered, partly, as I am given to understand, from the absence of Smith, and partly from the presence of Romilly, who evidently received from all ...
... Captain DCF Burton BP Dobson GAM Docker MHC Doll SG Fairbairn E Humphreys A Jaques AE Relf SG Smith WC Smith APFC Somerset TAL Whittington AWF Somerset, his son APFC Somerset, DCF ... good professionals were included in Humphreys, Relf and Razor Smith ... Cecil Burton, Sydney Smith and Tom Whittington had performed well on the previous tour and were arguably the best of the amateurs ...
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“All this class of pleasures inspires me with the same nausea as I feel at the sight of rich plum-cake or sweetmeats; I prefer the driest bread of common life.”
—Sydney Smith (17711845)
“Our love is old, our lives are old,
And death shall come amain:
Should it come today, what man may say
We shall not live again?”
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“You cant appreciate home till youve left it, money till its spent, your wife till shes joined a womans club, nor Old Glory till you see it hanging on a broomstick on the shanty of a consul in a foreign town.”
—O. Henry [William Sydney Porter] (18621910)