tallow-candle

For hitherto, owing to his repulsive niggardliness, not only the tallow-candle but also the grease-lamp has been extinguished.

How the Two Ivans Quarrelled 2003

But, for myself, during the whole of my Custom-House experience, moonlight and sunshine, and the glow of firelight, were just alike in my regard; and neither of them was of one whit more avail than the twinkle of a tallow-candle.

The Scarlet Letter 2002

At the edge of the table stood a smoldering tallow-candle in an iron candlestick.

Crime and Punishment 2002

For hitherto, owing to his repulsive niggardliness, not only the tallow-candle but also the grease-lamp has been extinguished.

Taras Bulba and Other Tales 1952

But you enter and talk with her a little, and she readily shows you all her little possessions, -- her chest on the earthen floor, her one chair and stool, her tallow-candle stuck against the wall, her husk mattress rolled together, with the precious blue cloak inside of it.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 06, No. 37, November, 1860 Various

After supper I sat on a chair astride, with my back to a good fire, musing, and became conscious that an old negro, with a tallow-candle in his hand, was scanning my face closely.

Memoirs of the Union's Three Great Civil War Generals David Widger

Whereupon he advanced into the teeth of the enemy and bore off the newspaper, going before Margaret, as she went to the kitchen, and seating himself beside a flaring tallow-candle on the table.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 48, October, 1861 Various

A tallow-candle in a tin sconce was burning on the wall, half hiding and half revealing the grime on the plastering, the cobwebs in the corners, and the rickety stairs by which it might be supposed that the occupants ascended to the second story.

The Continental Monthly, Vol. 2, No 3, September, 1862 Devoted to Literature and National Policy. Various

His tallow-candle face and faded hair were those of the -- in that country -- much despised Swede, but the child saw the gentle spirit shining out of his kindly blue eyes.

The Wind Before the Dawn Dell H. Munger

Behind a heavy pine table, on which stands a flickering tallow-candle, and leaning against a half-curtained window on which the sleet and winter's blast beat drearily, sits a woman of some forty years of age, clad in a dress of dark, coarse stuff, resting her head on her hand, and seeming unmindful of all about her.

Woman on the American Frontier William Worthington Fowler