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From: Mc <mul...@zo...> - 2009-12-27 07:19:31
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How unfortunate to meet the only lady my heart was ever moved by, to find her engaged to another, and confessing her partiality for me! Yet engaged to a man who, by her intimation, and his libertine conversation with me, I fear, does not merit her. Aye! there's the sting; for, were I assured that Maria was happy, my heart is not so selfish but that it would dilate in knowing it, even though it were with another. But to know she is unhappy!--I must drive these thoughts from me. Charlotte has some books; and this is what I believe she calls her little library. [Enters a closet. Enter DIMPLE leading LETITIA. LETITIA And will you pretend to say now, Mr. Dimple, that you propose to break with Maria? Are not the banns published? Are not the clothes purchased? Are not the friends invited? In short, is it not a done affair? DIMPLE Believe me, my dear Letitia, I would not marry her. LETITIA Why have you not broke with her before this, as you all along deluded me by saying you would? DIMPLE Because I was in hopes she would, ere this, have broke with me. LETITIA You could not expect it. DIMPLE Nay, but be calm a moment; 'twas from my regard to you that I did not discard her. LETITIA Regard to me! DIMPLE Yes; I have done everything in my power to break with her, but the foolish girl is so fond of me that nothing can accomplish it. Besides, how can I offer her my hand when my heart is indissolubly engaged to you? LETITIA There may be reason in this; but why so attentive to Miss Manly? DIMPLE Attentive to Miss Manly! For heaven's sake, if you have no better opinion of my constancy, pay not so ill a compliment to my taste. LETITIA Did I not see you whisper her to-day? DIMPLE Possibly I might--but something of so very trifling a nature that I have already forgot what it was. LETITIA I believe she has not forgot it. DIMPLE My dear creature, how can you for a moment suppose I should have any serious thoughts of that |
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From: Siever <pri...@gf...> - 2009-12-07 03:33:17
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Y a Cave Dweller!" etc. etc. And finally days when the Diarist is haunted by the thought of what the represented person will do next: "Would Michelangelo's Jeremiah knock his head if he got up?"--"How will the Discobolus recover when he has let go the quoit?"--or haunted by thoughts even more frivolous (though not any less aesthetically irrelevant!) like "How wonderfully like Mrs So and So!" "The living image of Major Blank!"--"How I detest auburn people with sealing-wax lips!" _ad lib._ Such different _thinkings away from the shapes_ are often traceable to previous orientation of the thoughts or to special states of body and feelings. But explicable or not in the particular case, these varieties of one's own aesthetic responsiveness will persuade the Reader who has verified their existence, that contemplative satisfaction in shapes and its specific emotion cannot be given by the greatest artist or the finest tradition, unless the beholder meets their efforts more than half way. Th |
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From: Shackelton <al...@bi...> - 2009-08-29 17:57:30
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Ivilization, and a feature peculiarly characteristic of the French women who take a pride in their receptions. A genuine _maitresse de maison_ in Paris has no affections, no ties, save those of her _salon_. She is wholly absorbed in thinking how she shall render this more attractive than the _salon_ of some other lady, who is her intimate friend, but whose sudden disappearance from the social scene, by any catastrophe, death even, would not leave her inconsolable. She has neither husband, children, relatives, nor friends (in the genuine acceptation of the word);--she has, above all, before all, always and invariably, her _salon_. This race of women, who date undoubtedly from the famous Marquise de Rambouillet in the time of the Fronde, are now dying out, and are infinitely less numerous than they were even twenty years ago in Paris; but a few of them still exist, and in these few the ardor we allude to, and which would lead them, following in Mme. Recamier's track, to embark for the North Cape in search of some great celebrity, is in no degree abated. Madame Recamier is curious as the arch-type of this race, so purely, thoroughly, exclusively Parisian. Perhaps to a foreigner, however, no _salon_ was more amusing than that of Charles Nodier; but this was of an utterly different description, and all but strictly confined to the world of Literature and Art. Nodier himself occupied a prominent place in the literature that was so much talked of during the last years of the Restoration and the first years of the Monarchy of July, and his house was the rendezvous for all the combatants of both sides, who at that period were engaged in the famous Classico-Romantic struggle. Nodier was the Head Librarian of the Arsenal, and it was in the _salons_ of this historic palace that he held his weekly gatherings. He himself was scarcely to be reputed exclusively of either party; he enjoyed the favors of the Monarchy, and the sympathies of the Opposition; the "Classics" elected him a member of the Academie Francaise, and the "Romantics" were perpetually in his intimacy. The fact was, that Nodier at heart believed in neither Classics nor Romantics, laughed at both in his sleeve, and only cared to procure to himself the most agreeable house, the greatest number of comforts, and the largest sums of money possible. "By degrees," says Mme. Ancelot, "as Nodier cared les |
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From: Peugh <plo...@ri...> - 2009-08-29 05:30:42
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had heard what we had to say, and the argument advanced by each on his own behalf, he delivered judgment in the following terms: "You are both of you in the wrong," said he. "Peter should not have refused to obey an order without referring the matter to me, and you Van Luck ought not to have taken the law into your own hands when I, your captain, am the proper judge upon such matters. Still I am willing to overlook your dereliction of duty (though by every rule of the sea you are both deserving of death at the yard arm) provided that at the first suitable place, and time, you fight out your quarrel as man to man, and pass me your words that, whatever the result, the survivor, or victor, shall bear the other no ill will." This was a favourite method of Hartog's for settling disputes that were occasionally bound to arise among his crew upon so long a voyage. Order upon the ship, he maintained, must, for the common safety, be ri |
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From: Lissard H. <hor...@ci...> - 2009-08-27 20:05:49
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E Bertie's quick sympathies. "Papa! papa!" he repeated, pulling his father's arm, "won't you please buy a paper? See how many the boy has left." "I've too much on my mind to care for newspapers, dear." Bertie raised himself till he could speak in his father's ear. "Please, papa, see how sick he looks. Can't you buy one?" The gentleman opened his pocket-book, and gave his son fifty cents. "Use it as you please," he said, softly. All this time the newsboy had been making change for a coarse, rough-looking man who sat opposite, who was obliged to squirt a whole mouthful of tobacco juice out of his mouth, before he could say,-- "Give me a Erald," and then another mouthful to add,--"Don't cheat, now, you young rascal." When the right change had been given, and the man was settled to his paper, the newsboy turned back to the boy whose eyes had expressed so much sympathy. Bertie asked his papa if it would be too much trouble to change seats, and then he asked,-- "Do you sell many papers?" "Sometimes." "What do you do with the money?" "I give it to mother. It doesn't half support us, though, and now she's going to die." As the newsboy said this, a great sob seemed to choke him. Mr. Curtis, whose eyes were fixed full on his face, saw the little fellow resolutely suppress his emotion, and his sympathies were enlisted at once. "Where does your mother live?" he inquired. "Close by the depot in the city." "Go and sell all the papers you can, and then come back here." "Yes, sir," with a grateful glance at Bertie. The cars, however, had run into the depot, and the passengers were beginning to alight, before they saw anything more of the newsboy. Bertie was begging his father to wait a little longer, when some one touched his arm; and there was the boy struggling up from behind. "I've sold 'em all," he began, eagerly. "Show me where your mother lives," Mr. Curtis said, when they stepped to the platform. "Yes, sir." These were all the words spoken, but a beautiful ray of gratitude shot from the poor boy's eyes. CHAPTER XIV. BERTIE AND THE NEWSBOY. A few steps brought them to an old block, where their young guide stopped. "May I run in and tell mother you're coming. She's so very sick, sir." "Yes, but be as quick as you can. I must |
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From: Wouters <mut...@sc...> - 2009-08-22 08:12:15
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Ough the deep snow to the rosebushes up the river, to pick off some buds to make the porridge. She froze her shortest right side toe, and a wild steer watched her very fierce, but Hannah Straight Tree did not care, for she was all the time thinking Annie was so faint. And Annie drank a little porridge and told Hannah she was very glad indeed. And they did not punish Hannah, for the rosebuds were for Annie. "When the Indian preacher told at Annie's funeral how she was so good and learned so many Bible verses for the King's Daughters' meetings, there was much crying in the schoolhouse, for the girls all felt so bad. And before I got into the wagon with my father, when we carried Annie to the agency, Hannah Straight Tree whispered that she did not want to sleep with anyone but me, and if they put another girl in bed with her she would be sure to turn her back and never say one word to her. "Now the dormitory girls and Hannah Straight Tree are my enemies. The verse that Annie tried to think of most is all about enemies. I cannot read it just now. I shall read some other verses first." Many of the verses her sister had marked were familiar to Cordelia, for, as Annie had requested, she had been allowed to take the little Bible when in thoughtful mood, perhaps when kept within doors on a stormy Sunday afternoon. She had read them often, asking explanation of the hard words from the teachers, and had learned a number of t |
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From: Auckerman V. <for...@mi...> - 2009-08-21 06:08:57
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